A proud Rosetta stood in front of the large tank, where the older mermaid watched them. She turned to her aunt, who stood next to her and said, "What do you think, Aunt Camille? Isn't it great that I finally found you a mermaid."
Rosetta had brought her aunt to the assigned place where the two merchants held the two mermaids. Both younger and the older mermaids were kept in the same room for the customers' differed taste.
Lady Camille stepped in front of the tank, taking a closer look at the mermaid. She hummed in a half-hearted approval and said, "An average mermaid, Rosetta. Not a quality one. If the mermaid was high quality, the mermaid would already be in one of the wealthy families or long dead."
Rosetta slightly frowned and questioned, "But she's still a mermaid and her blood must taste better than the human's, isn't it?" She noticed how the mermaid stared at her. Her red eyes shifted to the other tank, which was kept a few metres apart.
