Shuffling through the pages of his newspaper, his eyes glanced up occasionally as a new slave or club member entered the room. He knew most of them by sight, but hadn't actually met any of them. The young goth girl parading around in a huff raised one of his eyebrows in wonderment. James hadn't been aware of a member quite so young. Was her money self-made? An inheritance perhaps? Many of the members he'd learned hadn't worked a day in their life. Their wealth was family made and passed on to them to use up as they saw fit. Though it seemed a dull and boring life, he really didn't have issues with it. No matter how a person came into wealth, it still give them membership here. Going back to his paper, he convinced himself to wait out the auction a bit longer. He hadn't seen a lot that really interested him, but there was still some time left for new slaves to be brought in and displayed.