Scarab needed a fresh new diversion.
She hadn't been really sure what, for the market seemed rather dull today (at least, dull to her current mood, but that was also bound to change at a moment's notice), but something drew her out of the market proper and to the slave sector. May as well browse and see what they were offering today, for while there were no things of interest today, people were always fairly exciting. After all, no two were quite alike.
With a flick of her hand, her servants carried her there by palanquin, and let her down when she so requested. She wrinkled her nose as she glanced about at the slaves on sale, for this place always smelled rather repulsive, and she couldn't help but wonder why the slavers didn't think to bathe their people before they put them for sale. Wouldn't they sell better if they were clean and presentable? No matter. She watched where she stepped as she walked down the rows, a pensive finger to her lips as she eyed one slave head to toe before moving onto the next, tongue clicking.
So far, nothing. Nothing that really stood out. She wasn't interested in the ones that looked like they'd had the souls sucked out of them; she was looking for personality, someone different, someone that stood out among the--
A shock of white caught her eye, and she glanced across the way to where a white-haired man stood. Pale skin, tall, and an athletic build amplified by the fact that he wore nothing but a loin cloth. And his face, his features...
He was quite stunning, and his skin was fair, but not pinkish like so many of the other foreign pigs. Intrigued, she stepped closer, trailed by her servants, and tilted her head curiously as she gazed up at him.
"You there," she said, smiling as she examined him up and down. "How are you called?"