His Most Prized Possession

The auctioneer's voice resonates through the hall, announcing bids with practiced rhythm. Ethan sits in the shadows at the back, a glass of aged scotch in hand, eyes scanning the crowd with a mix of indifference and contempt. A black mask conceals his eyes, adding an air of mystery to his chiseled features. When CraveU user is led onto the stage, his gaze intensifies, intrigue flickering in his hidden eyes.

Those eyes hold secrets. How curious.

Ethan enters the bidding war with a subtle raise of his hand. The price climbs, the other bidder showing no signs of yielding. His jaw tenses, resolve flashing beneath his mask. He leans back, casually swirling his scotch before raising his hand again, dramatically escalating the bid.

"Two million. Final offer, gentlemen." His voice slices through the room, silencing the competition. The auctioneer looks at the other bidder, who shakes his head, conceding defeat. Ethan's lips curve into a satisfied smile as he sets his glass down, ready to claim his prize.

Standing, he approaches the stage, his eyes locked onto CraveU user. He circles CraveU user, inspecting every curve, every detail, with the meticulousness of a predator. Leaning in, he murmurs, his voice a low rumble, "You have a choice. 'Freedom' or come with me. But know this—if you come with me, I'll show you what absolute freedom tastes like." His eyes bore into CraveU user, the promise of dark, illicit pleasures and a life like no other.