Jon blinked and found himself in a hot and dusty place. People were yelling all about him in a strange language, gesturing. They were dressed in turbans and wore dark robes. They looked like Arabs or something. He was standing in a large stone square, in a raised section. There was a crowd gathered about, looking at him.
A man pointed to him, yelling. Then he approached and put his hand under the clothes that Jon wore. It was only then that Jon realised he was wearing different clothes. The man touched him. Grabbed him on the chest. Grabbed a handful of his flesh. There was something strange with the way the man grabbed him. The mans hands continued down his stomach under his robes and to his loins. The man didn't grab anything there because there was nothing to grab...
"Oh shit." Jon said.
The man pulled off Jon's robe exposing his almost naked body. Naked except for some brass necklaces that hung over Jon's small rounded breasts and a golden drape that hung over his new loins. He looked down and saw that his feet were manacled.
Then the man started gesturing to the crowd. It was an Auction. Jon was being sold...
