It's been said amoungst the rich and famous of New York city that there is no party quite like the annual charity event held every year in the fall by the eccentric Eric Baxter, a seventy year old man who defied expectations when upon inheriting his families massive wealth, put it all into works of charity and helping others instead of hoarding it and living in comfort.<br/><br/>That being said even after fifty years of being selfless to his fellow man, Eric is still extremely well off and will likely still have several millions to his name even after passing.<br/>The amount of charity work that he does has vaulted him to levels of adoration and popularity that has movie stars, pop idols and even athletes from most sports trying to follow even but a small fraction of his example.<br/><br/>Mr Baxter smiled warmly at the crowd of people gathered in their smart tuxedos, fancy gowns all holding crystal glasses full of surprisingly expensive Champaign and spread his arms in welcome "My friends" he said, his voice booming and jovial even at his age "once again I welcome you here today for an event that I water the gods on Olympus would be proud of" he seemed to pause for dramatic effect and look skyward as if expecting an answer "tonight we have plenty of opportunities for you to loose your money for the wonderful charities that I have sponsored this year, we have blackjack for the gambling man!" Several cheers sounded out "We have expensive donations from our various guests up for auction for those who want the thrill of collecting" more cheers although moderately less enthusiastic "and for our Bachelours in attendance" his tone shifted to one that was supposed to sound dirty and playful "a few of the lovely ladies in attendance have agreed, for a small price, to be auctioned off for a twenty four hour date, now doesn't that sound lovely?" This time there was light laughter "So now I bid you all have fun, mingle and enjoy everything life has to offer!"<br/>As always the applause at the end of his speech made it clear that the old man had not lost his touch.<br/><br/>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/35/2c/0f/352c0f596cf4bc437fbb7f71efc4991f.jpg)<br/><br/>Like everyone else, Nathan applauded as Mr Baxters speech ended and he watched with a smile of fondness as the man descended from the stage, went out and started shaking hands and making light conversation. Several of the guests made their way to the gambling area where several tables had been set up, Nathan preferred other forms of gambling to Blackjack so he stayed put and took another sip of his drink.<br/><br/>Nathan had donated several items to the auction including a complete set of his companies newest and most advanced diving gear and a beautiful surf board that had been painted by some really popular street artist and then signed by the world's current top ten surfers. Both were fine auction items if he said so himself and he could only hope they made plenty of money, he himself was planning on bidding on a very beautiful record machine complete with a large collection of old classic rock records.<br/><br/>He vaguely thought about the other auction that was going to be held, twenty four hour dates? That seemed a bit old fashioned to him but to be honest Nathan did feel the need for a companion, maybe it wasn't a bad idea. Nodding to himself he decided it wouldn't hurt to at least have a look at what it was all about.