Asher walked into the bidding room with an air of calm ease, his steps measured and confident. Within the room, two long black couches faced each other, each adorned with five small, neatly arranged throw pillows.
A long, polished table sat between the couches, its dark surface reflecting the soft glow of the ceiling lights. Atop the table rested two smooth blue orbs, each shimmering faintly as if holding secrets within.
The air itself seemed almost alive; Astra energy was so thick it felt as though it had replaced the very oxygen, saturating the space in an invisible but tangible veil of power.
Along the walls, intricate murals of varying designs told silent stories. Golden patterns intertwined with deep, bold colors, and the reflected light from above danced across them like ripples in a pond. The room seemed built to exude wealth and exclusivity, every detail a deliberate statement of status.
