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I have to say, I'm impressed at the work that's been done to transform the warehouse into something resembling a proper auction block. The line for the security checks is bustling with servers offering champagne flutes and the soft sounds of expensive fabrics rustling during chatter. Madam Christie has an arm looped into mine, in a midnight blue velvet dress that makes her look like a statue of a Greek goddess and a very pale silvery mink draped across her shoulders. Emeralds are twinkling at her neck and ears when they catch the light, worn because "I wanted to match you, darling boy!"
I can hear her humming a strain of the music coming from the doors to herself as we draw closer, torches lighting the path into the building. Thankfully it's warm for autumn, and the f
