Zayne Evros would make his entrace, into the country club, though nothing flashy. He was just not the type to be so. Instead he entered with a white tux, and his hair combed back, eyes taking in the scene. He watched the auction, waiting his turn to bid. A smile would cross those thin lips as he watched the women, they were things that would surely make a good char. But then again who knew if there was a chance of finding the right one to keep around for more then just play. His skin the tan of a man whom worked in the sun, yet also pale, given his recent workings in the inddors during the day. He had been a farmers son, now those toned muscles, were used in other ways, and his fingers, very accomidating to the right girl.