In college, one of the clubs holds an annual Date Auction. Guys and girls get on stage and strut their stuff, while their opposites in the audience bid on them.
I find the idea mildly repulsive, if entertaining. Goodness knows it’s the only way some of these people can get dates. (Comparatively speaking, I’m a hit with the menfolk.)
But, as FnF points out, Israeli chareidim do the exact same thing, if less blatantly. Except her in dystopia they’ve stopped pretending.