"With a voice like a songbird do we really need to her perform as a dancer?" The Hostess shouted excitedly, the tips of her fingers touching the base of lips, her face blushing with a red pink dye, she looked aroused and desperately wanted to keep her high going.
Calder felt disgusted. He quickly averted his eyes and clicked his tongue. "We need to buy some more time." Shaylah whispered. "How much?" Calder asked but then it happened, voices started to excitedly shout numbers in a flurry.
"55,000 gold."
"60,000 gold."
"75,000 gold."
"95,000 gold."
"200,000 gold pieces."
"250,000 gold pieces."
"250? 250,000..." The Auctioneer stuttered as he looked at the Hostess. Calder heard the auctioneer's hesitation and looked up. Just like the auctioneer Calder became dumbstruck, the Hostess started to squirm with delight as she broke out into a physical sweat.
