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Shane craned his neck to see where he'd gotten to, when suddenly a voice boomed through the room.
"Are we ready, boys? Are we ready to see the beautiful shifting flesh ... the ones who can fulfill your every depravity, your every sinful desire ... all is permitted ... all is legal ... place your bids at the wicket for each numbered shifter. One full hour alone in a luxury room, and if you don't win the beauty of your choice, you can try again in an hour's time. Now, first up, our beautiful Robin!"
Shane turned his head around to the stage as the men in the room crowded round. A rotund, middle aged man walked out on stage, leading a beautiful blond woman by a chain which was attached to a collar around her neck. She was completely naked. He pushed her forward, yanking hard on the chain. Her head wrenched backwards, and her body jutted out, giving the leering spectators a clear view of her naked breasts.
"A beautiful woman, but wait..." he called out, "do I see," he yanked the chain again, and the woman began to change right there, "a studly man?"
The crowd cheered, and shouted obscenities. Shane sucked in some breath. Was this the real thing? Could it actually be ... a real shifter? If it was a trick, it was a cleaver one.
"How much do you bid on this ... the lovely Robin ... who can satisfy your every desire? Hop over to the window, and place those bids now."
Shane watched as the line formed. He turned back around and the man had taken the one he called Robin off the stage.