The "Grey" Market

[Zach attack]

Jacob shifted slightly, pressing into Michal's hands as they moved over his body. "Y-yes... I am..." he said. Though he had danced for several clients, no one had wanted to buy him as a pleasure slave, or pay the ridiculously high "rent" the trader would have charged for a one time use. "D-do.. You want.." he started to ask, blushing slightly as he found himself wondering exactly what they would do, and thinking of ways he could try to make it a little better if he was able to decide.