The Hostess made it onto the stage, the auctioneer quickly bowed to her and sang her praises and incredibly beauty. The Hostess waved her hand in indifference and walked up to Syria with a dramatic sway of her hips. She grabbed Syria's chin and looked into her eyes. The Hostess stood toe to toe with Syria as she scowled.
"Dear guests," The Hostess started as she released Syria's chin and turned to face the audience. "A dancer from the Republica de Sol is a rare commodity, not many can leave their homes alive. Though she is not pure blood, she is mixed with Mirella meaning someone with power and wealth could be sharing her blood..." She announced and waited.
Soon enough many started to whisper but no one seemed to take the bait. Calder balled his fist at his side's as he glared up at the stage. "Still no takers? Well what if she gives us a performance?" The Hostess said enthusiastically. Excitement started to stir the air.
