Based on the prompt “In an age of stark inequality, the only real option for the lower class has become selling themselves to the rich. You’re a rich man heading to a bachelorette auction.”
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Alexander sat looking quitely out of the window, watching the street lights fly by through the heavy rain. As the road emerged from under the parkway, the rain began drumming on the roof of the limo as well, filling the compartment with quiet noise. He adjusted his tuxedo subtly, trying to make it feel natural, but from where Eva sat it must have looked like apprehension.
“Nervous?” she asked with an easy smile.
“Not even a little.” Alex reassured her, taking his attention from the flitting lights and putting it on her finely dressed and painted form.
Eva had the look of a socialite down, from the tall stiletto heels, to the lavish, revealing red dress, to the expertly applied makeup. Her hair was bleached for the occassion, leaving her the particular shade of golden blonde that was fashionable on the circuit, and her bare arms were shaved and covered in thick, powdery makeup, to match her legs. Tonight she would be playing the part of Alexander’s sister, but thankfully the fiction wouldn’t need to be maintained for too long.