Stefan & Oberyn
Stefan was still feeling more than a bit uneasy at this point and as the minutes wore on, he grew even more so. It was silent in his room, but he could hear all the sounds around him, other slaves, masters and their guests... He squeezed his green eyes shut and tried to focus on something else other than the fear creeping back in. He'd tried the same old tactic he'd gone through with Katherine to fight down his anxiety, thinking that maybe this would be good for him, that someone kind would buy him and his stay as a slave wouldn't be so bad. At least he wouldn't suffer as badly as a human thanks to his vampire abilities.
That didn't mean there wouldn't be mental scarring if his future owner was cruel enough.
He was used to it. His father had hurt him, as had his sire, but he himself had been the worst. Self-loathing was all Stefan had right now and that wasn't the best outlook for a slave waiting to be sold. He knew Damon wouldn't want him to feel that way, but he couldn't help it. On the bright side, at least he only had a couple of years to forcefully serve as someone's doormat and toy. After that, he'd be free once again.