"Now, now, now! Please, everyone, remain calm! I'm delighted to inform you that this magnificent specimen is for sale, and even better, everyone can own a piece of her right now if you catch my drift!" He yelled back. Many men began cheering and questioning about the price of the young woman. After years of being denied their deepest desires, many men resorted to almost anything to satisfy their cravings, including deplorable acts. Many chose to make their own women out of the items they could scavenge, while others slept with other residents, and still others turned to livestock, including the mutated. This was all they could think and dream about. This dream was about to come true today. Many men turned into what appeared to be animals, and the guards had to beat a few of them back from the caravan. "Form an orderly line, and I'll start taking trades for the girl. We provide a tent for your privacy while renting her, so please let us take care of you!" The man yelled. "Now go get your offerings while we get things set up! Don't forget that we have plenty of other items if she isn't what you're looking for!" He said this, and all the men dashed off to their homes to gather whatever they could in exchange for the girl. Lykke took a step forward and started walking towards the man. The entire community had cleared out by the time Lykke arrived at the man, and you could hear things banging together in the distance. The sounds of men tearing through their homes, trying to piece together enough material to rent the woman. As two guards stepped between him and the man, the man looked down at him.

"My boy! Do you have any thoughts for my girl? If so, I recommend going home and bringing something to me as soon as possible! The first in line is always the best, because there is less mess!" He burst out laughing. Lykke looked over at the girl, kneeling down in tattered robes and covered in dirt. "I want her." Lykke stated. "So does almost every man in this lovely village, my friend! You'd better hurry before she's all used up because she won't be as much fun after too many men." He spoke quietly, winking at the end. Lykke looked over and watched as she lowered her head and stared at the ground, making sure to keep her gaze away from him. "I'd like to buy her. I want to buy her to keep." Lykke said as the man opened his mouth to speak. He stated. Before laughing, the man gave him a look. "Oh, my boy, she's not for sale; she's only for rent!" said the man. Lykke watched as she remained in the same position. "I'll give you everything I have. In addition, I will personally service all of your current equipment. I've been told that I have one of the best workshops in the area. I'm offering you all of the weapons, armor, and equipment that I currently have in stock." The man was perplexed. "I'll tell you what, boy, I'll send you one of my men. Go get a few pieces and bring them back to me. Then we'll talk." Lykke watched as a man approached him and offered to accompany him to his home. "Just one more thing. Nobody gets to her first until you decide whether or not to do this deal. Turn them away or give them an excuse to return later." Lykke inquired, and the man laughed. "I'm beginning to like you, my boy! Very well, very well. You have my word on it: this cage will remain closed until we can speak again. Now go get your belongings!" Lykke and the guard arrived at his home, and he began browsing through his work. "You made this stuff yourself, kid?" The guard inquired. "Yeah." Lykke nodded and continued his search. After a few moments, he took three items to show. One weapon, one armor piece, and one piece of equipment. He took the armor, and the guard took the rest of his belongings. When he returned, he saw people walking away from the caravan, many of whom were angry. "How long does it take them to set up a tent? I don't even need one; just put her in my house and I'll have just as much fun, plus I'll get to smell her on my bed after we're done!" One man attempted to make a joke and laugh off his rage. Lykke and the guard placed the items on the table, and the man began to assess what he had. "OK, boy, give me a good sales pitch. "What am I looking at?" The man inquired. "All right, let's get started." Lykke said as he picked up what appeared to be a bowl and began explaining what it was and how it worked while showing the man how to use it. "So this is where you put the water, and right underneath is where you put my cleaner." He said this while pointing to the center of the bowl. "Underneath is where the water ends up, and it cleans out all the dirt and debris, giving you much cleaner water to drink. It tastes better, and you're less likely to get sick from it." Lykke elaborated. "I have a good supply of these, and they usually sell quickly." He stated. The man took the bowl and poured some water into it. "So I take my water and just dump it in here? Very good." As they both watched the water slowly sift to the bottom of the metal container, the man said. "This water has turned black, my boy. Is this some sort of party trick? "What are you doing wasting my time?" He yelled.

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