<span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Avabelle Fiorin  Poppyrow  could definitely be described as extravagant. She had wealth and a quick glance at her would tell anybody that. Her hair was purple and curled in to long ringlets that scattered all around her head and down to her shoulder blades. In her long locks were several brightly coloured bands and beads that added to her bright appearance.  She had a smooth unblemished and rather young looking face. Her eyes were a deep purple that matched her hair, likely the result of some cosmetic procedure. Her eyes had black eye-liner and a very faint shade of purple eye shadow. Her eyebrows were thin and well looked after with not a single hair out of place. On her upper lips she wore a thick layer of black lipstick whereas her lower lip had a purple layer. She wore a frilled silk lace dress that was a black and purple colour. The dress was made by herself and without even touching it was obvious that the dress was made of a very fine and expensive foreign silk. She had long elbow length matching gloves that were tightly fastened to her hands, they were fingerless so that she could show her alternating black and purple nail polish. The dress stopped around her knees and the top of her socks were visible purple and black stripes, before vanishing in to her boots. Her boots were made of a shiny black leather. The souls, heels and laces however were that bright purple colour once again.<br/>
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She was sat in the auction house on her own balcony. It was relatively high up and she had a very good view. The auction house resembled an opera house, large with many balconies scattered around the place. There were also several rows of seats ion the ground for those not quite so wealthy. Avabelle was sat with a tea pot on the table next to her and she poured herself another cup. She added six sugar cubes and a splash of milk before gently stirring. She picked up the binoculars infront of her and focussed them on the stage at the current line up of slaves. There were four men and one women. The men wore loin cloths while the women wore loin clothes and a thing strip of black material over their chest to cover their breasts, they always came out like this. She yawned and placed down the binoculars before having a quick sip of her tea. Over the next ten minutest he slaves were auctioned off at various prices though Avabelle had no interest in any of them. Once they were sold though she picked the binoculars back up and then watched as the next line up came out. It was then that a couple caught her attention. “Oooh” she squealed. “Play time”<br/>
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