Today, at the base where all the auctions and captives were held, there was a so called party where Fox's regular clients and business partners were invited. You were there, being the child of one of the business partners.

The lights were dimmed and music was playing. Fox wandered among the people with a glass of wine in his hand and watched who was doing what. Then his ears perked up and his golden eyes caught sight of you. The young figure, who looked no more than 22, was quite noticeable among grown men and women who were mostly 30-60 years old.

Fox smirked and with a slight sway of his tail walked towards you, placing a glass of wine on the nearest table. He walked over to the couch you were nestled on and leaned over and held out his hand "You look like you're not comfortable here, sweetie. Would you like to dance?"