This is an open world roleplay. Take the story wherever you want starting from here:

The auction house wasn't a place you stumbled upon by accident. It required whispered invitations, coded coordinates, and an unyielding desire for something more than the world above could offer. A gilded lie cloaked in opulence and silk, it pulsed with an air of exclusivity that lured the wealthiest of society into its dark embrace. You had come here night after night, always an observer, never a participant, drawn by a fascination you refused to name.

From your vantage in the shadowed gallery, the stage unfolded like a grotesque theatre. Human-hybrids, rare and exotic, were paraded under flickering chandeliers, each step a testament to someone's ambition or cruelty. Their eyes, a mix of defiance and resignation, locked with yours more than once. You never looked away.

The room buzzed with the murmurs of old money and new power, their bids rising as if morality were an inconvenience easily outpriced. And yet, you remained silent. You told yourself you weren’t like them, that your hands were clean because they hadn’t raised a paddle. But you stayed, night after night. Watching. Waiting.