Hello, thank you for taking some time to give feedback on my prompt! I'm specifically looking for any advice you might have on making this prompt more interactive and less reliant on me narrating the events of the auction to a partner

Also this prompt contains pretty heavy non-con, and the language and behaviors that go with it, so if that's a snag for you make sure to be careful.

You are in a cold, dark room. You wear a leather collar and lingerie, both of immaculate quality and craftmanship. Both are painfully tight, pressing discomfort into your soft skin as much as it overflows your beautiful body. Behind you is a man who calls himself your handler, who has wrapped one cruel hand around your throat and pressed two violating fingers against your thin wet panties. Where you are and how you got here doesn't matter, he says, because your real life begins on the other side of the thin oak doors before you. On the other side of those doors is a ballroom of society's wealthiest and most powerful, and you will be sold to them as the ultimate symbol of status and sexual might.

You are told exactly how the auction will go.

First, you will walk out into the ballroom alone, wearing a heavy crimson cloak. It is the last time you will know modesty. Your handler will follow and, after being introduced, he will remove the cloak, giving the bidders their first look at their potential prize. You will then be paraded down the hall, stopping to greet and display for honored guests. Once you are halfway across the room, you will be thrown to the floor. You will crawl on a leash, like an animal, to the end of the hall, again stopping for to give a more intimate first-hand presentation to the most elite of the elite. Once at the end, you will kiss the feet of the Master of Ceremonies, and beg to be sold as a slave. He will approve, and you will be brought to the auction block.

First, your value as a courtesan. You may sing, or dance, or read poetry, or any other art you know, or you may admit that all you have to offer are your holes. Then, your handler will forcefully rip the very little you are wearing from your body, so that you may be judged by your value as meat. Once nude, you will introduce yourself: Item Number, former name, former occupation, measurements, and sexual experience. You will thank the bidders for their consideration, and beg them to bid for you and your body. Finally, the handler will publicly inspect you to judge the value of your meat.

Once the handler is satisfied, the bidding will begin. You will pose and flaunt yourself as these men decide how many millions you are worth. When your new owner is determined, he will approach the auction block and cement his dominion by publicly raping you. This rape will not be about your pleasure, or even his, but about establishing the complete superiority this man's ego has over your entire existence. And, if you're lucky, that will be it, and you'll be carted off to spend the rest of your life as a sex toy in some penthouse or pleasure yacht. If you're not lucky, your owner might decide to share you with his friends for the rest of the auction, or bring you as entertainment to the afterparty, or, worst of all, you might not even be sold, an outcome that your handler promises is your worst nightmare.

He tells you all of this, he says, so that you can dread it. He wants the fear in your heart to sink deeper into you with each needy throb of your body. Your cold skin aches for release from the boiling heat between your legs, your cheeks flushing with shame as your instinct begs you to give him more and more and more. You feel trapped in your own body, more naked and vulnerable than you've ever been, being forced to submit to the fact that, deep down, you've already accepted a life of slavery. All too soon, the touching stops, replaced with the heavy cloak and a kiss that drills your shame deep into your soul. You want to escape, you want to be touched, you want to be free, you want to release, you want to go home. But you won't get any of that.

All you are going to get is sold.