Being at auction is… sort of boring, actually. Not something he'd expect to think about being tied up naked, but it is. He doesn't have anything to do but look pretty; nobody's talking to him, just flipping through the book in front of him that advertises how many languages he speaks (five and he's learning a sixth) and how pretty he is when he cries (very), and occasionally touching him to see how he responds.
Speaking of which. A woman who'd already be tall without the heels runs a hand up his side, watches the way he shivers appreciatively.
"I'm gay, dumbass, it says in the contract, which is right in fucking front of you," he says. In Chinese, of course, he isn't stupid.
"What does that mean?" she asks, because of course.
He smiles his very prettiest smile. "Thank you, mistress," in his most appreciative voice, and she smiles and nods and moves on to the girl on his left.