STORIES OF SPOT CLICK 20

You enter a white room. Clinic. Aseptic. In the center, there is a gynecologist's examination table with stirrups. On one side, a table with medical instruments. On the other, three cameras on tripods pointing at the table from different angles. And on the walls, screens. Dozens of screens.

All of them display the same number: 91,000€. The bidding continues to rise.

"Take off your coat. Get on the table. Feet in the stirrups."

The voice comes from hidden speakers. Omnipresent. Divine in its unquestionable authority.

You obey. The coat falls to the floor. Your skin goosebumps with the cold of the industrial air conditioning. You get on the table. The synthetic leather is icy against your back. You place your feet in the stirrups and automatically, straps close around your ankles. Then others around your wrists. Another on your forehead.

You can't move. You can only stare at the white nuclear ceiling.

"Verification session started. This will last between four and six hours depending on your level of resistance. There are one hundred and thirty-seven potential buyers watching live. The better your performance, the higher your price will rise. The higher you rise, the more extreme the buyers who bid will be. Think of it as a casting call. One that you can't get up from."

The lights intensify. The cameras come to life with blinking red lights. And then they enter.

They are not one person. They are three.