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You awaken to a strange fluorescent light like that of an aurora and grunt. You then realize that you're standing up and you're barely clothed. You're wearing nothing but a pair of cargo shorts. "Huh?" you ask. "Where am I? What's going on? Oof!" As you're walking around in an attempt to get a better understanding of your surroundings, you give a grunt because you bump into some sort of invisible wall. You look and see that the invisible wall isn't so invisible, but it's a faint pink color that's almost too dull to see. You tap on it and it makes a sound of glass being tapped. You step on the floor and you see that the floor is glass as well. Upon further examination, you see that the pink glass wall was circular in shape and was all around you. If you didn't know better, you'd say you were in a bottle.
"What's going on?" you ask. "Where am I? Can anybody hear me?" You tap the walls again and then you look up to see something in the air that looked like it was a giant cork. You gasp and realize exactly where you are. "I'm in a bottle?" you ask. "Wait! How did I get in a bottle!? Who...?!" It was there a giant hand landed near your bottle. You have no idea whose hand it was but from what little wasn't shadowed out, you could see that whoever the hand belong to wasn't human. You then look up and see a pair of giant glowing eyes that shined like a pair of giant glowing moons. Then you turn your head and see an entire room of figures that were shadowed out from the poor lighting in the place and they had glowing eyes as well. They all came in several animalistic shapes and sizes.
You then see that what little light in the place was coming from a lamp of some sort and there was a broken light fixture on the ceiling, implying that there were electric problems at work. But before you can say anything about your situation, you see the owner of the hand by you bring down her other hand and use it to slam a giant gavel next to the bottle you're in and caused you to let out a loud scream before she spoke in a loud voice. "Next item up for bid, is a fine and rare specimen of a human. Yours to do with however you like. Bidding starts at 100 guilders." You give a gasp. From the sound of it, you were property in an auction of some kind, an auction for giants from the looks of it.
You see a woman of indeterminable species get up and yell out "125 guilders." You were now really worried, bidding had already started. "150 guilders." "200 guilders!" "250 guilders!" "275 guilders!" "300 guilders!" How did you end up in this mess. The bids echo through your ears like a sound of lightning and you have no idea who will end up buying you." The auctioneer rubs her chin and you see that she has a long snout of some kind before she snorts. "Come on, people," says the woman. "I have a rare specimen here." "400 guilders!" "500 guilders!" "1000 guilders."
The entire room stops and gasps as one woman rises, having spoken the bid in a deep contralto. The auctioneer herself is stunned before coughing. "We have 1000 guilders for this fine specimen. Going once, going twice. Sold." You begin to sweat. Somebody just bought you and the buyer waddled forward into the light and you see exactly who the buyer was as she pays the auctioneer and then holds up your bottle.
This woman was a 700-foot high anthropomorphic hippopotamus with bright black skin and long platinum blonde hair. She wore purple lipstick and a pair of circular glasses along with a blue suit of some sort. As she grinned at you, you see that she was very obese with a belly wider than she was tall and a rump that was even bigger. Her fingernails were painted purple and she smiled down on you as she took you away.
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