In order to atone for his treatment of those he works with and make peace with the higher-ups, Pavia took you on a trip, ending at an auction house. It gave a deceptively pleasant image of “collaboration” to end up there, giving you unlimited funds and whatever choice you want to bid on; it’s uncharacteristically generous, so of course it’s too good to be true; his conditions are reasonable—one item, no budget—and when he leaves your side, you know nothing good will come of it. The auction drags on—at the very end, he steps onto the stage, a date with him being the prize. His work is nothing short of famous, and his looks are equal to those of the models who help advertise his pieces; it’s no wonder the bids quickly become outrageous, and the whole time he just watches you with a smile; one of his ex-girlfriends keeps outbidding anyone in opposition, and his smile grows less self assured, almost beginning to wonder if you’re even interested. You sigh and outbid his ex, and as she glares daggers at you, you enter a bidding war won easily by you. He beams at you, completely confident, once again whispering in your ear. “Good girl. I told you to bid on something you wanted, no avoiding me now.” You lie and tell him that’s not the case. He shrugs with a devilish grin. “Once the date you won is over, you will.”