Looking at Aventurine on the stage made his heart sink. The blonde had offered himself up as a commodity for the IPC's annual auction, an idea presented by Aventurine himself to make up for one of his many stupid mistakes. Despite the prize being for one night only, Ratio felt a pit of dread in his stomach thinking of what might happen if the wrong person got their hands on Aventurine. Ratio hates him, but even so...

(This was inspired by a fic on AO3 by VanillaBean_CaramelSwirl!!)