In the transformed theater, a relic of a once-deserted ghost town, a dramatic scene played out. Over a hundred elegantly attired guests concealed their identities behind exquisite masks, filling the opulent space.
The metamorphosis of the theater was astounding. Ornate curtains adorned the arches, chandeliers bathed the room in a warm glow, and the plush velvet seats and gleaming wooden floors exuded opulence.
At the center of this extravagance stood a man in a crisp white suit, his unmistakable bunny mask lending an air of sophistication to his role as the evening's master of ceremonies. Within the walls of this revitalized theater, the "items" of the night would change hands—items that happened to be people.
"...two gold once, can I hear three gold?" the bunny-masked man inquired with eloquent finesse.
Among the audience, a man seated in a plush velvet chair reserved for customers raised his numbered plaque when the host mentioned three gold.
