1 Night in Paris (Pari sale)

There was a bit of back and forth that Valkyrie watched with the heavy, satisfied eyes typical of a sunbathing cat with a full belly. The bids slowly ticked upwards until none wished to climb higher. It was decided. The Ashen males were victorious.

”Sold,” Valkyrie purred before nodding to Rapture and Rosemary. ”I expect payment in no more than three days time. Less, certainly, but no more,” she cautioned, ”Or the wilting flower stays with me and goes to market elsewhere.” If she couldn't sell her here she would sell her outside Boreas. Someone, somewhere would see value in a broken toy.

”Talk”