Summary
I set my sights on a Mermaid at the black market.
Its body was battered, shaped like a withered leaf, and it was selling itself.
The black market was crowded with people coming and going, but not one paused for this Mermaid in such a pitiful state.
I walked up to its stall and asked, “How much does it cost to buy you?”
The Mermaid lowered its eyelids:
“No money.
“I need a lot, a lot of love.”