[Auction 2014] Victor SOLD, 280K to Yekaterina Ostrovsky

[Pi dArtois]

(Just a reminder the contestant is on stage during bidding >.>)

Pi arches eyebrow at the woman she remembers seeing outside that night and wonders again, who exactly this guy is, and makes a point to ask the woman .... Later. Or him. Or both of them.

For just a moment she considered being cheeky and bidding again, but didn't. Instead she smiled at Madison and lifted her glass of blood (wine) in salute.

[Yekaterina Ostrovsky]

"Oooo. Doesn't this look like fun. One-hundred twelve thousand."

The Killer smirked and moved to lean against a wall, watching from a darker corner.

[Kenlie (DELETED 4989)]

One hundred and thirteen.

[Yekaterina Ostrovsky]

"One-hundred fourteen thousand."

[Kenlie (DELETED 4989)]

One hundred and fifteen.

[Yekaterina Ostrovsky]

"One hundred twenty five."

[Victor]

Not even sure what to say at this point...

[Kenlie (DELETED 4989)]

Like you don't know that beard is a chick magnet.

One hundred and twenty six.

[Yekaterina Ostrovsky]

The blonde tapped a finger upon her own cheek for a moment, that smirk never leaving cool lips even as a brow arched slightly, as she worked through some silent, internal debate. Amusing people were few and far between lately, and for reasons she wouldn't begin to explain out loud, this particular person was of some interest... so far.

"One-hundred Thirty-Thousand."

[Kenlie (DELETED 4989)]

Kenlie's brown gaze swiveled over to the blonde and locked onto her. She didn't feel threatened. She wasn't one of those jealous types. In fact, she was pretty damn confident in her blossoming relationship with Victor - which was exactly why she found it curious that a complete stranger had so much interest in him.

Clicking her tongue in thought for a few seconds, Kenlie let that contemplating look to sweep back across to the man that was standing on the stage. When she looked at him, her eyes softened a bit and her lips curled slightly at the corners. She didn't know what the hell it was about him, but... man, was she not willing to let him out of her grasp.

"One hundred and thirty five thousand," she spoke, clear as crystal.