It was without much enthusiasm on his part that Matt arrived at Somnifery, it's setting too familiar to him now to elicit much beyond budding curiosity concerning the evening's events. Though he hadn't attended Miss Hokuto's masquerade, he'd dug out an interesting find for the occasion. Sure, it probably wasn't what his employer had in mind when he'd specified this would be a masked auction, but it would have to do.
Dressed in black from head-to-toe, Matt looked surprisingly formal for a man who otherwise spent his days in ripped denim and loose shirts. Though his mind was elsewhere for the evening, he would try to look as alert as possible, lurking around the room as he should. If anyone was interested in purchasing some means of 'pre-bidding recreation', he was the one to address.
The man before the room cleared his throat nervously when it was time to start, waiting until it was somewhat quiet to begin speaking. It was a rather dull speech for those who had done their research before the auction, but to those who were uninformed it was probably quite intriguing. Dane watched the reactions of his patrons carefully, accepting a drink from one of the waitresses with a slight nod
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Muraki had done no research, but the doctor smirked as he heard what he'd come here to bid on. The power of the devil, hmm? He could afford such a luxury, and put it to terrible usage for both work and pleasuse.
After he heard the price, he raised his hand a little and smirked. "Sixteen thousand."
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Dressed in black from head-to-toe, Matt looked surprisingly formal for a man who otherwise spent his days in ripped denim and loose shirts. Though his mind was elsewhere for the evening, he would try to look as alert as possible, lurking around the room as he should. If anyone was interested in purchasing some means of 'pre-bidding recreation', he was the one to address.
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After he heard the price, he raised his hand a little and smirked. "Sixteen thousand."
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