Since everything went well, there's no point in postponing it

In a spacious, dark and stuffy underground room under the building of the trading house, there were numerous cages in which creatures of various races languished.

The room had two entrances: one main, the other — a spare. From time to time, the main door opened, and more collared creatures were brought into the room, which were locked in cages corresponding to their race.

And once again, the main door opened again, and the employees of the trading house — two—meter-tall creatures with four arms, dressed in black masks - dragged in a new prisoner.

"Hey, hey, look!" one of the prisoners called out, drawing the attention of the others. "Doesn't this new guy look like those white people?"

"Oh!" said the creatures, who did not look like humans.

"It really looks like it," someone said.