[SOLD to Roderic 260,000] Dominique- Auction Card 2016

[Roderic]

There were two more bids, and by now, Dominique had more than reached her worth in my mind. Never mind the fact that rules had not been followed for a while. I come to the realization that I don't need to pay to ruin Dominique's night. I know where she works and lives, and she couldn't very well keep me out. Not without doing a ritual...if she even knew about that ritual. I glance to Doc and then to Cytherea and shrug. "Brownies just aren't my thing. See you later, Doc. Cytherea."

I then turn to the two people I saw at the pirate party, the names escaping me or not known. I don't think I ever asked or bothered to find out. "Enjoy your Brownies." I go to the table where I placed another bid, see I have won and pull out a wad of cash and place the one thousand dollars in the palm of the person collecting the money. I stuff the rest of the cash back in my jeans, pull out my cigarette and light it as I head out for the night.

[Amaranthia]

Amaranthia typed a few characters into her iPad, and synced it with the auction display

"The bidding cap for this auction has been lifted."

[Enzo Dragomir]

Looking at the brownies he quirks a brow in silent amusement before taking one and biting into it. "Delicious." he hands one to Mortll, after wrapping it in the silk kerchief from his breast pocket. His grey gaze, dragon slitted and uncovered for this event, move over Doc and Cytherea and he feels his amusement mount even more. After the way she had stormed into his purview the other day, it could be said Enzo was firmly team Doc. Inclining his head to them both he returns his attention to the prize while finishing up her brownie.

[Cytherea]

To say things had escalated was an understatement, on the bright side however, now Dominique was going to be rolling in some cash for a while. When Mortll had joined the fray, Cyth had glanced across, a faint smile at her lips. Things between the two had never been amazing, but they had never been been awful; it was a strange encounter most of the time, as Cytherea never knew how to deal with the other.
And then he joined. A look was not even spared for him, her distaste for the male practically oozing from her body. He had the nerve to tell her husband to bang someone's mother, and then act indignant when his wife responds? I guess he was just a pretty face after all, lacking any common sense.

A sympathetic look was shot towards Dom, her limit had been reached for now, she was not willing to piss Doc off, not after that whole cat ordeal. If he wanted to up the bid, that ball was in his court.

[Dominique]

With the sticky remnants of fudge left on the roof of her mouth her tongue worked on the removal with her lips closed. Chocolate orbs tracked Ric as he moved and ultimately took his leave. Party was taking a turn for the down swing and sizing. HOPE and LESS fit at the curve of each of her hips and she watched those that remained. Maybe the brownies were a bit of an over kill, then again maybe not. One seemed to be enjoying them and it was then that a set of orbs caught her attention. She didn't blink. Was it really true? There be Dragons in these parts? HOPE moved her fingertips at the back of her head. With the way he was digging that brownie maybe he should be dubbed Puff.

Distraction set in quickly when Cytherea delivered a look of resignation her direction. She couldn't blame the woman. It was way beyond the couple grand she ever expected. She came out of boredom and searching for some fun. Fun went out the window when the bidding climbed so high. She was quickly realizing this could very well cement the lesson on the value of a buck and more importantly prove that 'Idle hands are the devil's playthings.' Or something close to that. People don't pay that much to play a few games of Monopoly and Twister. A smile of understaning went back to Cytherea. C'est la vie came to mind as she winked at her. Dominique was just glad to see her sitting and enjoying herself instead of driving through buildings.

[Doc]

‘Oh she has a plan…’ Doc thought ruefully to himself. He hoped it was the better than her ‘plan to let ******* Freddie have some fresh air’. He wrapped an arm around her waist, when she sat on his lap, and rested his chin on her shoulder, whispering into her ear, “No more plans for you.. We are done. We -were- done at 10k.”

As Ric stood up and bowed out, Doc didn’t blame him. “See you later, Ric.”

Doc glanced back at Izz and Mortll, “Hmm wonder what their plans are..? Dawnie really hated her time with Mortll. She became intimately acquainted with dismembering ..” he paused and changed his wording “..things.” He grinned. Dawnie wouldn’t auction herself again. But what did they have up their sleeve for his Spawn? It didn’t really matter, at least not at the moment. He was still mulling over the iterations on Ric’s next move.

[Enzo Dragomir]

He could almost feel the indignation from the BaC and it drove his humour home. By the way her nose was up and crinkled it would be assumed she thought he was displeased with her. That couldn't be further from the truth. He had heard tell of her like those yarns fishermen told but could never really show for some time now. Like a ghost on a ship setting sail for no where. He'd been discussing plans for the traitor after he'd dared test his fiance when she'd appeared like a banshee, dumped coffee on him and then pacified him so he couldn't retaliate.

Not that he would have. She was magnificent and he would now enjoy his times with Doc all the more.

Insane Magnificent. He wondered if Doc gave her a discount for therapy.

Then she had crashed a car through the traitors house... well he could only thank her for that. So he grinned his devils smile and inclined his head as he lowered into a sweeping bow toward her.

Putting a hand on Mortll's shoulder he then looked over at Dominique and then toward Doc. He would cause his friends spawn no harm, but he was sure his beauty here would put her to work. In any event, it seemed a last chance for a spot of fun before it all came crashing down around them... panic city in 10-9-8...

[Dominique]

The shadow watched with increased interest as the Dragomir's interacted. It was a little different seeing Mortll so close to someone other than Doc. He was a decent looking guy. He seemed to be attentive, respectful. She certainly deserved the attention. Hopefully it would last. Her eyes cast over to Doc and his wife. Cytherea was in his lap and had recently plowed down a farmhouse to make her point. The woman had a set made of steel. Then again anyone did who survived hanging with Doc.

Standing there glancing around rather aimlessly she slowly worked the last amount of brownie goo that stuck to her gums. She could use a drink. Both kinds actually. A little Monster would go a long way at this point but she would have to wait. Surely her time was almost up. Then she would learn just what the real damage was going to be. The wait had her hearing "What would you do for a Klondike Bar?' jingling in her head. As it did her lips bunched up going through the scenarios. Mortll liked her....right? She eyed the two and felt a little paranoid. HOPE was about to take another brownie but pulled back. Maybe she had enough.

[Amaranthia]

A proxy bid has been cast for 160k.

[Ripper]

"175k."

*the man waves his numbered paddle*