I close my eyes. I hope for the day to eat itself away and let them pass into another one. I’m not particularly interested in what would happen next, but the routine set by the auctioneer is gone at this point. I’m transported to the outside with the armed guards that the auctioneer hires from passing by mercenaries.
At the end of the show, he meets the buyers face to face. This time dressed to impress and to make amends from his first impression. His logic is suspect, but I don’t question it as I know what would happen if I did.
“Hello, sir” He rubs his hands together. “This is the product that you bought, austere sir”
He doesn’t sound as nice with other customers, perhaps because he bought the cheapest one in the auction. No proof to earn his respect. Even I’m curious as to why he
