'How come one of my luggage is here?! There's something wrong.' Nathalie's throat somehow ran dry from mouth agape as she couldn't' believe what her eyes gawked at the stage.
If dumbfoundedness took form into a tangible, physical form, then Nathalie had already embodied it the moment her eyes went agape from the luggage graced with the spotlight in the center of the stage.
The auctioneer started to go over and prepare several items that got seen despite shrouded amongst the shadows on the stage; she couldn't help but glare at the masked woman in a sultry bunny suit.
She was the one who brought the item to the light for the master of ceremony to take on the lead and excited the event.
It was a man in an avant-garde formal suit with a ruffled necktie that entertained among the crowds. He had a bald head with two black devil horns that protruded like spires.
[What was his name again?] she beckoned her partner for the day as she scribbled.
