This was the first time that he had ever brought anything from an auction. Well, technically Natasha had made the purchase. Still, she was uncertain what happened next, at the end of the auction did they simply pick up there prizes and leave? Or was there some sort of procedure. She gave a stretch and a yawn, turning down and giving a soft smile as Karia tried to force her head through the holes in the top of the glass. She sat back, and waited for the auction to end, and the last prisoner to be purchased, so that she could rush back and get to know her new acquisition a little more. Her mind snapped, oh yes, and finally get herself back to a respectable size. She couldn’t believe she almost forgot. She bit her lip in anticipation. She suddenly realized she had been rather impatitient, and resolved to appear proper, straightening her posture and letting her dainty hands rest onher knees in the most dignified manner that she could, trying to model herself on the images one saw of Victorian women at garden parties sitting in their rather disinterested manner.