Pricey


Kagome barely registered a tap on her shoulder, and she stumbled onto the stage. A hushed whisper fell over the crowd as the announcer's eyes widened. Several appreciative whistles rang out, and Kagome winced. The spotlights blinded her.

"And here we have quite a beauty! This is item number seven. About eighteen years old, and she's untouched! Seeing as her looks are a rarity, we're going to start the bidding at…" The announcer paused. "400,000!"

Kagome's jaw dropped. Everyone else had started at around 100,000 yen or less! Why 400,000 for her? Suddenly, a cacophony of bids started up.

"410,000!" screamed a drunken man with curly horns.

"435,000!" shouted another.

"467,000 yen!"

"500,000!"

"556,000!"

The bids went up, up, up! Finally, only two voices were bantering.