I'll take the challenge if you don't mind
(Please let me know if you find anything offensive, I'll either edit or delete the post)
Remi loosened his tie, feeling the humidity permeating under his shirt under the blazing Sun. Striking a cigarette, he slowly strolled down the narrow aisle of the traditional marketplace, where you can expect to find all sorts of odd items from a used typewriter to a slave girl, both used and new.
And a slave girl, it was one of the reasons why he decided to take a detour from his business meeting, into this less desirable part of the city for foreigners like him.
"Take a look at these beautiful girls," a burly middle-aged man beckoned Remi, "They are all docile and well-trained, sir!" He waved his fan to shoo away flies that were buzzing near the sweaty thighs of naked slave girls as he talked.
"Can you show me some of the cheap ones?" Remi asked while jumping over several cages of chickens to approach the slave dealer. "I already have quite a few of them at home, but I'm considering to buy another for doing house chores," he added as he glanced inside the tent where he could discern rows of cages containing girls of all colours and shapes.
"How about this one, sir?" With a manipulative smile, the dealer gestured towards a blonde girl leashed outside the farthest end of the tent. "That one is very affordable but strong to perform most household labours, Sir." The seller already started to walk towards the girl without waiting for an answer.
"Is that so?" Remi followed him, throwing coveting glances upon the stretched bodies of higher grade slave girls as he walked past their posts.
Unlike the others, the blonde girl's hair was all oily and matted against her greasy face. Crouching near a half-empty food bowl, she gave her potential buyer an apprehensive glance as she drew her knees closer to her chest protectively.
The slave seller put his riding crop between the girl's knees and began to tap each of her thighs, as he commanded, "You know what to do, Starbuck. Show this gentleman what you have in store."
Reluctantly, the girl leaned back to sit upon her buttocks and opened her legs widely apart.
"No, that wouldn't be necessary," Remi interjected as the girl was about to spread her lips as expected, "it will be mostly used for working, so I would like to see its general features."
"As you wish, sir." The seller moved behind the girl to untie her leash from the short post. "You know the inspection pose already, right?" he asked dubiously, as he tugged the leash to signal the girl to stand.
"Jeez, I need a slave girl, not a horse!" Remi exclaims as he looked up at the towering figure of the girl, who was almost half a head taller than himself, and more than a full head than her seller. The girl raised her hands and locked them behind her head to thrust her well-developed breasts forward before timidly widening her stance to make her womanhood accessible for inspection.
"And it's as healthy and strong as a horse, sir" The seller gave Remi an exaggerated grin, as he slapped her bottom as if to prove his point.
"May I have a look?" Remi asked politely.
"Of course, sir. And please let me know if you want gloves, sir." The seller bowed his head and pushed the girl to step closer to Remi.
Remi's hand stopped in midair while reaching for the girl's mouth to examine her teeth - an always important consideration to purchase a healthy slave. After a moment of hesitation, he grabbed her left breast instead and lifted and let it fall several times to measure its elasticity.
"I don't know if I like its breasts that much," Remi complained in a sceptical tone as he twisted the girl's nipple, "I heard that the ones with such huge areolas tend to be a lazy ass." He lightly slapped her breasts from the side a few times before he concluded, "And I don't really like these huge udders. Can you show me the next cheapest one?"
"Of course, sir. Please follow me!" The seller quickly pushed the girl on the ground and leashed her back to her post before leading Remi into his tent with glee.
dont be shy. 
I know times are hard, but these shoddy sales practices are what gives our slave-girl markets a bad name.
I shall file a complaint with the Better Business Bureau.
