There were a lot of bids. High ones too. Men and women alike swooned over her beauty and it was disgusting. Something that had been disturbing enough for even this man's skin to crawl. In the back sat a striking man in his mid twenties. His hair was golden blond and his eyes were the color of iolite. There was a strong air of foreignness about him, as he wore a long white robe and kept an ancient-looking document of some kind draped over his shoulders. He held his jaw tight and the wrinkles between his eyes suggested he rarely expresses much aside from a scowl.<br/><br/>Her price kept going up until the auctioneer seemed ready to settle on a price. "Going once! Going-"<br/><br/>"I'll double it." The man stood, his tone as cold as his eyes. The audience went silent. Some people looked at him like he was crazy. Like there was no way he could afford the price he offered to pay. But he made his way to the stage, cash in hand. Who the hell carried that much cash on them?<br/><br/>"S-Sold to the guy in the... robes." The auctioneer looked stunned beyond speech.<br/><br/>(Disclaimer to outside viewers: This character is not mine. Property of Kazuya Minekura)