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The soft murmurs, the clinking of cosmetic tools, and the distant hum of music from somewhere created an oddly harmonious ambiance.

The final touch was the dress.

Transparent yet tinted in hues of blue and lavender, it clung to my body, accentuating my curves.

I couldn’t help but admire how the fabric shimmered with every move, feeling like a gentle caress against my skin.

Then I growled at myself for being so stupid.

I was a slave!

I was going to be a Prize for an alien warrior!

There was nothing to admire or feel good about!

The room — which Nova described as the Prize Pool — where the selection took place was expansive.

Platforms rose from the ground, each designed to display a Prize.

“These platforms are new installations,” Nova added. “After new management took over.”

New management?

I took my place, feeling a rush of cool air from beneath, carrying a strange scent — part metallic, part floral.

The other females, including Nova, stood tall and poised on their respective platforms, their dresses billowing slightly.

Their confidence was palpable, their smiles radiant, and the entire room glittered like a starlit sky.

I tried to mimic their grace, but my heart raced, each beat echoing loudly in my ears.

Then, the doors at the far end of the room swung open.

A massive figure stepped in, flanked by armed guards.

His skin was a shade of deep blue, and old scars crisscrossed his physique.

Muscles rippled with every step, telling tales of countless battles and challenges.

But what caught my attention most were his eyes — intense, calculating, and… fierce.

He was still bleeding from two large gashes below his ribs.

The room went quiet, save for the soft, anticipatory rustles of dresses and the faint whispers of awe.

He began his inspection, his gaze moving from one Prize to another, lingering just long enough to make each one’s heart race.

Except mine.

I didn’t want to be chosen.

I didn’t want to go to his cell.

His eyes finally landed on me.

They bore into mine, making me feel exposed, vulnerable.

There was a raw intensity in his gaze, a depth I hadn’t expected.

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