Applause followed. Polite. Eager.
Aiden leaned back slightly, eyes lifting.
"Tonight," the Host continued, "we gather as we always do—to appreciate rarity, to indulge desire, and to acquire that which cannot be found in polite society."
Soft laughter rippled through the crowd.
"But," the Host added, voice dropping just a touch, "this evening is… special."
The lights dimmed another fraction.
"Tonight's collection includes items of exceptional provenance. Living treasures. Creatures who will never again walk freely beneath the sun unless you decide they may."
A pause.
Long enough to let anticipation coil.
"And for our most esteemed patrons," the Host said with a flourish, "there will be private offerings—exclusive viewings, bespoke arrangements, and opportunities that will not be repeated."
The music swelled again, slow and indulgent.
"Relax. Observe. Bid boldly."
He bowed.
"The auction begins shortly."
Applause rose louder this time.
Aiden exhaled through his nose.
