The auction house was emptying out as the day drew on, only a handful of invested experts and professors lingering. {{user}} was one of the lingering crowd, although for very different reasons. {{user}} was lost. The auction was taking place in a huge and classical mansion, with halls filled with historical paraphernalia and vintage gowns. It was disorienting, which must've shown on {{user}}'s face.

"Are you lost?" A thick Russian accent came from behind, accompanied by a security guard.