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[color=firebrick]Time:[/color] Morning Ignis 2nd
[color=firebrick]Location:[/color] Charity event
[color=firebrick] Interaction: [/color] [@FunnyGuy]Alexander, [@oso] Cassius, [@princess] Charlotte
[color=firebrick] Mentions:[/color]
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Violet’s eyes stayed on the stage, tracking Alexander as he carried on with his act. The chatter of the crowd dulled around her, everything pulling tighter into focus. She let Cassius’s hand slip from hers, brushing against him one last time before resting her own neatly in her lap. Her shoulders eased back, though her gaze stayed sharp, studying every movement before the stage.


The bidding war for Charlotte didn’t surprise her. Voices rose, hands shot up, and the room swelled with greedy excitement. When it was over, she clapped with the rest, though her applause was measured, controlled. A glance to Cassius confirmed what she already knew. 


Then came the announcement.


[color=yellow]“The last and final offer of the Caesonia Dating Auction is yours truly! Alexander Deacon!”[/color]


A smile crept across Violet’s lips, slow and deliberate, the kind that carried more weight than it should have.


[color=yellow]“No starting bid! I don't expect to get anywhere close to Lady Vikena's value and I doubt I’m desired by one of the Damiens!”[/color]


The jab hit clean, but she didn’t flinch. Instead, she tilted her head, a faint spark in her eyes as if the insult had only confirmed something she already planned. She leaned back, calm, collected but soon after rose to her feet.


Her hand rested on Cassius’s shoulder, squeezing just firmly enough to linger. Whatever message she meant by it stayed unspoken, locked behind her eyes. She didn't wait long before turning to leave. 


Violet didn’t weave through the crowd so much as slip between it, her presence thinning with each step. One woman caught the faint brush of her hand against her sleeve, barely there, only to glance back and find a rather large coin purse in her hand. By the time anyone might have looked for her, Violet was already gone, swallowed by the dim light and the press of bodies.


The empty seat did not remain empty for long. The same older woman, wrapped in silks that shimmered when she moved, all too eager, fanned herself with a jeweled hand and leaned forward with glee. Her voice rang out, clear and bold…


[color=pink]“2000 gold pieces!”[/color] [/color]