Fixed odds

Mimoko moaned and groaned as she found herself unable to move.

"Sorry, but we've injected you with something that immobilizes you from the neck down. Don't worry, you can still feel and the effects can be reversed with an antidote, or even ware off on their own considering this stuff only lasts an hour," Trinity chuckled.

All Mimoko could do was glare. Little did she know at the time just how firmly in the palm of a grandmastermind she was.

"You're back, and this time you brought in someone to trade. Opening price?" Milkia snarled.

Trinity gazed out at the gathering crowd, her smile widening as she took notice of a particular woman. "10 rubles."

"Rubles? Oi, we only deal in dollars!"

"10 cents then."

"Just 10? That's low for an asking price. She hideous under there?" a man in the crowd snarled.

"Oh? Are you unfamiliar with how we work? We like to wrap up the goods and set a price, sometimes low, sometimes high, but the true value is whoever pays the most. Think of it like a grab bag but for slave trading."

"The hell!? That could be a half-dead corpse! I want some real women to play with, not some random lottery! I say we put you two up for auction!"

"And this is why I prefer to wear my neckbeard suit here, but orders are orders, and I want the other half of that big paycheck," Trinity thought.

"Oi, we only trade women, but piss me off and I'll beat you up, mummify you, and sell you as a slave cheap to some psycho that'll mess you up!" Femke fumed.

The man nervously took a stance, but a large bouncer quickly diffused the situation with a pat to the man's shoulder.

"Just so you know, this girl is in pristine condition, though she might not be considered beautiful to some. Yet despite her mummified state, you can make out her slim figure, and large breasts," Trinity snickered as she flicked Mimoko's breasts, eliciting a surprised moan from Mimoko.

"Hey, that moan sounded cute!" a deranged-looking man cackled.

"Betting starts at 10 cents, but if we hear no offers..."

"10 cents! I want a bargain!"

"What? Even if she is horribly disfigured, for just that price... 20 cents!" another man called out.

"Just 20 cents for a woman? Men have no shame. $100!" a well-dressed obese woman called out.

"The hell!? She was under a dollar!"

"And that's why I raised the price. Women should be priced no lower than 100. Men? Pennies should be the starting price, for the dying and useless of course. I know the value of a well-built tall muscular meathead with no freewill and thinking," the woman drooled.

"Wait, you're saying that's actually a hot guy!? $200!" a woman called out.

"No, this is not a guy, it's a girl, sorry but no taking back bets," Trinity smiled.

The woman began to go pale, but luckily for her, another bidder came to relieve her.

"$2,800. I saw something good about her... She's timid, scared, perfect for farming a good 300 off of before throwing her corpse into a ditch," Emmie snickered as she walked forward.

"And we have $2,800! Do I hear $2,900? If not, we sell at $2,800-"

"$3,000."

Everyone turned towards a young woman with long wavy blonde hair with the right side of her head shaved and tattooed.

"Sound like we got a winner. Going once, twice-"

$2,000,000!"

Trinity scowled as she turned to face a completely bald woman with her face painted white and clad in a white bathrobe and running shoes.

"Oh? Is that too low? Or did you want someone in particular to buy? Sorry, but not here. I like, wanna restart the cult."

"No, I think she was just repulsed you thought that would be enough to win. $10,000,000," Emmie scoffed.

"Oh? You think cults don't have coffers? One billion."

"One billion and a dime."

The crowd began to tense up as the two engaged in a vicious back-and-forth, slowy raising the price in minimal amounts. As that was happening, Mimoko suddenly felt sensation return to her body and began to move around.

"Huh? The hell you struggling for!?" Femke fumed as she delivered a mighty kick to Mimoko's backside, sending her flying into the air.

Mimoko let out a muffled scream, but quickly noticed a glow coming from her bandaged breasts. "Wait, that's the DESPER key! I was afraid they swiped it. If it's like that, it means there's a Desperado around, and that I can activate it!" she thought. "MMPH [ACTIVATE]!" she shouted as a flash of green enveloped the room.

When everyone opened their eyes, Mimoko was seated at a chessboard, unbandaged, with none other than the blonde-haired woman with half her head shaved sitting across from her.

"The hell!? Who are you supposed to be!?" the woman fumed.

"If I win, my hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes will regrow to the point they were at before being completely shaved off earlier in the night. I'll also be warped home and not be sold into slavery. And you, Desperado, will be banished to the WWCF prison, where you will serve the equivalent time to the crimes you've committed."

"The fuck!? I haven't done anything wrong!"

"Don't you like ruining lives for a hobby?" Trinity called out.

The woman's face contorted in anger. "YOU SET ME UP!"

"As if. I was about to get a sweet billion for her, but now that she's in a DESPER match, you have the chance to walk out with her for free," Trinity sighed.

"No need. But if I got betting rights, when I win, baldy really will become all deformed and ugly, and will rob everyone here of all there cash, or at least try to, and despite it all into my bank. Then she'll rob bank by bank until every bank in the world is looted or she drops dead."

"Oh, so you are truly scum then. Allow me to specify that when you lose, your sentence in the WWCF prison will be for life," Mimoko glared.

"You fucking shit! I'm gonna humiliate you now and leave you in tears!"

"That's my line. I'm in a very bad mood, and you just made it worse."

As the two prepared to make their first moves, a smile formed on Trinity's lips. "Just like a script. Now that sweet 10 mil is in my Swiss," she thought as she stared down at her phone.