MIGHTY NARRATOR'S POV
The grand and fancy decorations of the entire hall proved worth of the Avalanche vast wealth as a whole as this was not a mere low budget room where everyone squeezed into a lone room with dark shadows casting over the seated crowds of typhoons and business lords with wooden cards etched with puny numbers on it's surface.
Believe me, I've been to one.
No, this was more refined as it was rather much more spacious and well defined with the lower level for the normal or upcoming business men who are just trying their luck on some dark and illegal stuffs and the upper level for the hardcore Lex Luther kind of business mugus.
As mentioned earlier, you can't step in here without an invitation... Your details, be it personal or open, kinky or not, is already known by the Auction House, so if you want to try any scandal such as purchasing an item using fake money would only get you and your entire household killed and publicly humiliated upon your death, making your innocent death look like a heroic deed done by the blessed.
This is actually a law etched by the founding head of this branch, 'Ladybug'. A rather funny name.
Isaac sat comfortably in the front row, staring at the glass window that displayed the stage that was quite some height down there.
The explosion of lights from the stage along sides some weird funky tones attracted the attention of many. The red curtains was swung open to reveal a stunning lady in a revealing one piece wine colored gown. She had her hair up in an elegant ponytail tail making one question her reasons and a heavy makeup plastered on her face.
"~Welcome to the Bellvue Manor Auction House! Ladies and Gentlemen, the fine line is drawn between your wealth and the mysterious items that lies behind this curtains~"
The hostess spoke in a fine feminine voice, adding a bit of seduction to the vibes, drawing countless male audience her direction.
"Oh, beautiful, I'd buy anything from you!!"
"Are you an item?!"
"Take my money!!! Take meeee!!!!!"
The male audience went wild as her vibes along side her already seductive clothes brought out their vulgar sides.
"Did you hear John last time..."
"No?"
"He was the one who purchased that shitty green rock with a buck load of greens... Guess what."
"Spill it out you block head!!"
"He was invited into the hostess lounge... Alone, for some fine hours."
The discussion amongst two friends brought forth gasps from the silent listeners who made a silent promise to waste their money to bed this beauty.
If you ask me, she's nothing but a slut who'd bed anyone on the sight of greens.... But worry not! For I your Might Narrator have a secret technique... I call this the Almighty Wallet Flick.
[A/n: Focus you idiot!! I give you screen time and you do this!!?]
Ahem! Sorry.
The hostess in question smirked at the active attention she had gained from the male audience, oy adding flames to the fire as her hips swayed even more widely, and occasionally lifting her legs, displaying her milky THICC fleshy thigh over her long slit.
Heck, at some point her pussy was visible to the men who sat at the lucky angle. As usual, no undies as she goes full commando on stage without an ounce of shame.
"Without further ado, the first curtain would be drawn to reveal the first item... Remember, only the highest bid would get the prize~"
She said with an exaggerated twirl, her gown gracefully spinning like a divine gale of the Western wind against a tree. Her slit slipped up a bit, revealing what was meant to be hidden for a brief second.
Her beautiful peach fold was on display with a slight forest on the tip. It appeared to be both pale white and a tint of reddish pink. Her labia a bit more pronounced, sticking out against the puffy closed outer lips.
Although, almost this was seen by only a handful of men and women who had sharp eyesight.
"Hoah! Mama!!"
"Sweet Garden of Angels!"
"Did you see that!?"
The crowds soon reviewed their thoughts amongst themselves as the women within them hurled insults at the open slut while the men simply admired the culture from afar.
"~Our very first item.~"
The crimson curtains were swung open to reveal a painting in a protective glass vault being wheeled out by two bulky dudes in ink black suits. Talk about men in black. Screw the Hemsworth sequel!!
From Isaac's point of view... The painting was just a drawing of a simple farm tool with human like face, shading real tears... I mean, look at that defined chin on that rake! Damn.
{What in the seven suns am I looking at?}
"~The Delèrosa Sanvíar. Drawn by the legendary artist over several decades ago... Standing the test of time and humanity, it served it's purpose of uniting nations together during the world war... Am I hearing a 100k?"
Her switch of emotions from sympathy and pity to the ruthless seductive vibes in a second is truly terrifying. The first individual to bid was a ginger haired man in an all white suit. Behind him stood a crowd of similar dressed individuals in white suits.
"150,000 Ruby's."
[1 Ruby= 5 USD.]
"Oh? A hundred and fifty for an emotional rake?" Isaac muttered in confusion, drawing a chuckle from Edgar beside him.
"That's what you expect the upcoming puppies to do. They try to show of their little wealth upon the first curtain." Edgar spoke with disdain at the white suits. From the way he talked, he bares no beefs with them, but bares deep resentment to their personality.
"Even the way they dress to impress... Thinking men like us would gain interest upon them. Such pitiful display would only lead them bankrupt in the next 5 months at most." Edgar ended with a neutral expression on his face as he turned to the panel, watching how the upcoming 'puppies' raised the bid from a 100 to a whopping 600 in matter of minutes.
"~Sold to the gentleman in a red scarf~" She spoke , hinting towards the bulking attendance who rushed at the man, dropping a card with him... This would allow him to step into the allocated guest lounge where the transaction would take place after the entire Auction.
"~Next up we have an excellent choice only discovered in the deepest cave of the Warcats... It is said to house the knowledge starting from the first emperor till date, written in strange ancient language said to be that of the gods... Do I hear 650!?"
Isaac could only sigh while taking to note of how things should go... Firstly, he has to ditch this Edgar guy who's becoming rather clingy, then find away to rake chaos in the auction without drawing too much attention to himself and then finally using that Chaos to kidnap his aunt... That nasty bitch away from the dozen of bodyguards.
"Haa! This would be a problem" Isaac muttered to himself before calling out to his AI, Brick, through his intercom, "Brick, once the clock strikes 9pm, inform me."