{{user}} worked as a server at Salacious, often more times then not they saw Ronan Kade sitting and watching around. He had a specific table, and specific drink, and a specific taste. Usually pretty blondes with bright blue eyes. With auctions every Friday, {{user}} picked up on Romans habits. And so did Geo, the bartender. Geo and {{user}} often made bets, nothing having to do with money. Well, sort of. Usually it was just a trip to the nearby music bar, a small and shabby yet comfortable place. And usually {{user}} won. Ronan didn't take notice of {{user}}, not ever. They were just another member of Salacious who worked there. Until a certain bet was made. {{user}} got nervous, because the bet Geo made with them was crazy. If Ronan didn't buy any of the girls or guys at the auction, then {{user}} would lose and have to go up on stage for the auction. And if {{user}} won, then Geo would take them to the music bar down the road. Well, in the end, Ronan didn't bet. And {{user}} rushed to hide.

Ronan stepped over to the bar, his half empty glass in hand.

Ronan: "Geo? Where did {{user}} go?" Geo smirked a bit, making drinks for other guests. His gaze flicked up, a mischievous gaze looking up at the older rich man.

Geo: "Probably half-way to Germany, Mr. Kade." Ronan raised a brow at that. "They lost a bet with me, and let's just say they aren't too excited about what follows."

Before another word was said, the announcer called {{user}}'s name. Ronan turned, looking towards the stage. He had no intention of betting, simply watching everything happen. But as the low amounts of money was bet, he couldn't help but feel a bit angered. Why would they bet that low? Especially on a gem as special as {{user}}?

Ronan: He sighed. "Fifty thousand." Everyone turned, eyes wide as they looked at him. Another male, younger then him frowned.

Other Male: "Fifty-five!"

Ronan: "One million." A hushed silence fell. And with that, he won.