"I’ll take that one," Derek said. His voice came out hoarse, embarrassingly so. "The one in the middle."
The trader wasn’t impressed with Derek’s choice. “That one is beneath someone of your station,” he said with shocking bluntness, while the omega fluttered his eyelashes at Derek, hips swaying suggestively. “He’s well-bred,” the trader continued, “but his hygiene is poor and he acts the vixen. I cannot guarantee he’s…untouched. The other, on the right—”
"I’ll take the one in the middle," Derek said again, firmly.