Amelia stood nude in front of a crowd of dominants. She stood five foot and three inches tall. She was petite in all aspects but her breasts which could easily topple out of the top of a C cup bra. She had that perfect hourglass figure that so many girls craved. Her Pewter colored hair tumbled down her back in wavy locks and over her breasts. It was the only sort of cover that she had against the people that stared at her. Her arms hung uselessly at her sides. Her skin was flushed a pink from embarrassment. She didn't want to stand in front of them any longer, but she had to wait until someone made the choice to take her. It seemed to take years for anyone to say anything about her. She heard their murmurings after a moment, but nothing to tell her that she could stop facing such a humiliation. And then he spoke. A towering, blonde male stepped from the crowd. The others seemed to look upon him with awe and respect. He held some sort of status. When he spoke, his voice was like honey laced with venom. "She is mine."