I Became a Slave Collector in the Labyrinth City

“Hey, shopkeeper. How much for this woman?”

“Hmm. A rare virgin. No criminal record. Can read and write. Even capable of simple arithmetic. I’d say about 30 gold coins.”

“…”

Expensive.
An absurdly high price.

Despite her unremarkable appearance, it would cost as much as 30 gold coins to buy her.

“Then how much for that woman over there?”

“That one? Let’s see. No criminal record. Can read and write. Capable of simple arithmetic, but… oh, not a virgin. 10 gold coins.”

The price drops this much just based on virginity?

“Well, you see. There are many people who are particularly obsessed with virginity. Virgins are rare to begin with. So the prices have formed like this.”

“Huh.”

“You know how it is. Nobody wants to use something that’s been used and discarded. Naturally, new items are more popular than used ones.”

“You’re right.”

The feeling of 30 gold coins and 10 gold coins was different.

“Well? Are you going to buy?”

“Hmm…”

I pondered seriously for a while.

As a housekeeper who would take care of all household chores and a bedmate responsible for my nightly affairs, this 10 gold coin woman seems very suitable.

I happened to have exactly 12 gold coins on hand, too.

But.
But you know.
After listening to the slave trader, something feels a bit off.

“What? Feeling uncomfortable thinking about using something others have used?”

“No. Well. Yes. It does feel a bit uncomfortable thinking of her as a used item.”

“Hehehe. All you young folks think that way.”

All young people think that way?
Then do old people prefer used items?

I couldn’t understand the slave trader’s laughter.
Isn’t new better after all?

“I’ll save up more money and come back.”

“Do as you wish. But I can’t guarantee there will be a virgin available then.”

I nodded and left the slave shop.

I don’t have enough money to buy a virgin.
No choice but to diligently enter the labyrinth again today.