Caden, also known as Cake, leaned against a wall near the back of the crowd, his hands tucked into his pockets and a rose cigarette in the corner of his mouth. He was absolutely stunning, his muscled frame complimented by his black skinny jeans, tight white t-shirt, and tight fitting black leather jacket. He sighed. "Four thousand for her!" He said, his powerful, cold voice cutting through the room like the black handled switchblade in his pocket cuts through paper.