Chapter Three: Who is that man?

Arya’s pov

I stood by the road waving and not long after a taxi pulled up front, it was a short but relaxing ride, I guess it’s the calm before the storm.

Soon we arrived I could swear that my heart palpitation can be heard from miles away, I don’t know what awaits me and that terrified me even more.

I braced myself and took slow strides into the building, maybe it’s because of my disarrayed thoughts earlier but now I’m suddenly aware of my surroundings, this place in one word “Exquisite” I blurted out my thought.

Still lost in thoughts I heard a voice that zapped me back to reality.

“Are you Miss Arya?”

“Ah..yes, that’s me” I responded

He was a middle aged man and from his looks he seems to fit Bella’s description of the manager.

“Alright come with me”.

We soon reached a well lit room filled with girls of all body sizes, heights and nature, but in all these differences they all looked exceptionally beautiful.

They were all very busy picking out outfits and styling their hair. but I noticed no one was putting on makeup or making an attempt to.

“Miss Pat, we have a little late comer over here, try to fix up a little something for her”.

The manager said while giving her a wink and I could see a blush creep up miss Pat face while I fought the urge to roll my eyes at this cheesy display.

“No worries, I got it” miss Pat answered with enthusiasm.

She turned accessing and scrutinizing me with her eyes making me feel a little uncomfortable.

She stopped finally and said “perfect”.

Puzzled at her remark, I asked

“what’s perfect?”.

“You are darling, your body physique will perfectly match the Phoenix costume in our collection.”

Not having any idea what she’s talking about, I replied with a smile “Okay, thank you”.

But I soon noticed the whispers from the girls, I could see envy in the eyes of some.. then I realized the Phoenix dress must be a big deal here.

I rolled my eyes at the thought, if only they knew I don’t want to be here..

*Sigh*

The show was starting and the auctioneer has mounted the podium.

So many thoughts running through my mind but the most pressing was why this Phoenix dress was so greatly sort after, even at this point I could still hear the whispers.

Gosh! I’m gonna have a headache, it’s like the tailor ran out of fabrics while sewing the front cause it’s only long enough to cover the bust, the abdomen is left exposed, then greeted with the skirt that flows all the way to my ankle.

Oh, did I forget to add that there’s a slit on both sides?!

This is just ridiculous, they used the bulk of the material to sew the hands and no one can tell me otherwise, it’s literally touching the floor!.

Well..

If I take a second look, I can see why they all innerly crave this dress. It highlights the curves revealing a lot of skin, my porcelain-like skin greatly compliments the red flowing fabric, the slits gives a peak of my smooth thighs.

The Accesories used on my hair seemingly compliments the stones and shinning beads on the chest, hands and waist areas of this dress.

My thoughts are cut off when I see the first candidate walk out through the curtains, my stomach knots in nervousness, I was scared to my bones, taking deep breaths to keep my composure.

Time flew in the blink of an eye as I heard miss Pat call my name and told me to get ready, I stood rooted to the ground I could hear the chattering from the girls, some where happy and others disheartened.

I summoned up the courage to walk towards miss Pat but that courage was short lived when she wrapped a red cloth around my eyes. My heart sank.

“Why am I being blindfolded” I couldn’t help but ask cause the others weren’t.

“You’re the star of the occasion silly, the red Phoenix is always blindfolded.”

That’s when it hit me, the reason they all wanted the dress, if only I had known earlier.

I was too dumbfounded to reply. The next thing I knew I was supported to the center of the stage.

“The last item for the day, is of course our Phoenix!.” The auctioneer announced and immediately the hall was filled with resounding claps and cheers.

“The Phoenix item is the newest and latest, and of course the most important criteria a virgin”!. He added.

My eyes almost bulging from my sockets, how does he know I’m a virgin?!.

“Let’s start the bidding” the auctioneer announced.

“Three hundred thousand dollars”!

The voice of a man was heard in the room followed by a gasp from the audience.

“Three hundred and fifty thousand dollars!” Another voice challenged.

“Four hundred and fifty thousand dollars!”

The voice of the first man was heard again.

This piqued my curiosity, who is this man that is so hell bent on having me tonight?!.

“Five hundred thousand dollars!”. A new voice challenged.

Earning an irritating look from the first bidder.

“Five hundred and fifty thousand dollars!”

The first bidder announced.

*silence*

“Going, going...”

“Ten million dollars!”

A deep voice interjected and the hall fell into desolate silence.

My mouth flew open, ten million dollars for a one night stand?! Unbelievable.

“Going. Going. Gone!”

The auctioneer announced.

I was carried back in, still in utter shock, but I couldn’t help but wonder. Who is that man?.