"$20,000."
A voice — that of a man, slightly hoarse but low, came from the back row of tables.
She gulped. Oh, God, her virginity costs $20,000. That's really not bad. But she hopes to get more.
"Okay, $20,000!" shouted the master of ceremonies enthusiastically, while those who were auctioned counted what they would get. 60% of $20,000. "Am I going to hear $30,000?!"
"$30,000," another man offered, this time from the front left table.
Once again, the woman counted her share.
"$35,000!" another voice exclaimed.
Oh Lord! $35,000 for one night with her. Are they really going to pay?
"Highest bid $35,000, am I going to hear $40,000?"
"$40,000."
"$43,000."
"$45,000."
"$46,000."
"$48,000."
"$48,000? Anything higher than $48,000?"
"$49,000."
The woman no longer counts her share, bid after bid goes up so fast.
"$50,000."