How Much For The Dress

Barbara was used to crowds and people, she was a people person and a performer after all. But with that being said, the frenzy, the chaos, the list that emanated from the crowd was a whole different beast entirely. Barbara was slowly inching back away from the crowd, getting her exposed legs further from the sea of eyes and waving arms of her adoring fans. “Next up on the auction block, we are offering the prized hat of the lovely idol before you! A one of a kind item and prized by all fans of her worship-“ “Hey!” Barbara interrupted. “I never agreed to that!!” Barbara’s meager protests and pleas were drowned out by the crowd before them, now taking up the whole square, as if all of the seven nations had gathered for this charity event. (It’s for a good cause right?) Seemingly either ignoring, but more likely unable to hear the soft voice of the timid idol, the organizers continued hyping up the crowd to the idea of the deaconess’ hat. “How about an opening bid of 50,000 mora! Do we have 50,000?” The crowd was a wave of noise, incoherent and unintelligible in the slightest until one voice broke through silencing the other voices. “SCREW THE HAT HOW MUCH FOR THE DRESS!?!?” This bold declaration nearly silencing the cacophony of voices. The organizers paused momentarily stunned. They looked down at some papers, then at Barbara, then the papers, Barabara, back to the crowd, and back to the papers. Barbara stood mouth agape and face red hot with shock and embarrassment. How could she take off her dress here in front of all these people?!?!? She trembled, nearly toppling over outright. Surely there’s no way they would allow this right? RIGHT?

“Do we have an opening bid of 200,000 Mora?”