Nathan

(Going to have to retcon out the Dubai cold-fusion prince prices, sorry.)

"And our winner is... Nathan!" came the intercom.

With the cheesiest grin on his face, Nathan came out to collect his prize, who stared at him in cold terror.

"So..." Jessica chuckled nervously, "good to know I'm worth $152 million, at least!"

"Oh no, that's just a unit of account we invented to make the bidding funner for us," Nathan explained as they walked out of earshot of the others, "an actual dollar is 10,000 of our money. So I actually got you for $15,200."

"Eh, still a decent car, then..." Jessica sighed as Nathan led her by the small of her back towards the front desk and signed the paperwork claiming her as his own in front of her.

"Well, then," he escorted her, almost courtly, off the premises and into his brand new BMW in the parking lot, "shall we begin?"

"I mean, I guess so..." Jessica gulped.

"You're in good hands, trust me," Nathan stared at her with a Kubrick stare and a smile, "let's just say I've been trained in the body."