<div align="center"><strong>Shawn Albert Pierce (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3724861#msg3724861) - Basement Auction | Speaking Lightly with Matilda, Noticing/Hearing People Behind  (Paul, Lulu, Anthony, and Ronin) &amp; Watching Action</strong></div><br/>Sitting down and curling his fingers with the gloved ones of Matilda, Shawn smiled softly and mused internally to himself at how wonderful things were turning out. A second date, one could argue, and it was of an auction for art of the more risqué nature. Matilda’s subtle reactions were amusing, the way she seemed to be a little bit more interested in the pieces than she let on. Then again, after his own words on how he wished to see her and photographed as it where, perhaps her mind was wondering further than it normally would? “Should anything catch your eye, do let me know.” Shawn played gently at the crease between Matilda’s middle and ring fingers, toying with her in a way but as it was her glove and not flesh it was more teasing himself with the way the fabric felt; he also offered up a slight wink and small smirk.<br/><br/>The second piece passed by, to Shawn’s minor interest but nothing worth trying to purchase were he to be honest. He whispered gently to Matilda, pulling open the pamphlet to a certain spot and showing her the image of the woman heavily tied and bound. Rope stretching the far reaches of the photo, giving the illusion as if the woman were almost no longer human and, yet, still holding that figure a woman usually had. The backdrop half fallen upon a bench all masked by a shiny fabric. Ropes tied and tangled while her form left almost untouched, it was an interesting oddity among the rest available. “This (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9e/Asturianinatelarana.jpg), I think I shall be leaving with it. Place it in one of my blank rooms, perhaps? What do you think?” The question was a bit loaded, but more meant to see her reaction than hear her answer.<br/><br/>There was a light chatter behind Shawn, off to his side where some of the other members of Waxing seemed to be; he could tell with his peripheral vision but not make them out to well. Seems they were enjoying one another’s company but, to be frank, Shawn did not care that much if they were. Who’s company he enjoyed and cared if they were enjoying themselves, however, should be obvious. As that first piece of which Waxing Rhapsodic was known, the third in the sequence, came up Shawn offered up his hand to bit. Giving a light wave of his pamphlet but being quickly out bid by a couple others. The price quickly drove above that of the previous piece, but Shawn’s main attention was to that one he had offered Matilda a glance. “Should anything catch your eye, my dear,” Shawn reminded the woman in her sexy red dress as the bidding slowly grew on the piece Aline was currently auctioning. “Though maybe you would rather be the one having her visage being bid over?” Shawn then added with a small, very light chuckle, “I fear that might drive me bankrupt.”<br/><br/>The fourth photo in the string (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/eb/2ec9fcecc021cb8cba98dfa5728fe663.jpg), Shawn bid a little more aggressive but was out won again, when someone offered a few hundred dollars. He had himself on a bit of a spending limit, after all. That fifth (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/df/W7JFPLXRZo17kmp5cDpQilkno1_500.jpg), however, one could see it on his face he was debating about wanting it or not. The one piece much later one, that was a certainty, but this one he wavered, offering up, pulling back, offering up...