Raril Auction

Tualth stiffens as the knives are drawn, but she settles down when the drow begins to juggle. Keeping an eye on him, she bangs the gavel once more. "And that's it! The highly esteemed Raril Xar'cha has been sold to a lucky drorf. If you could come up and cash in your bid, he's yours for a day. Best of luck."

Kirk and Co.

Jezebel, as well as all the security in the room, also stiffens at the sight of the knives, and her hand drifts down to her thigh. The negligee she was still wearing wasn't much, but it was enough to provide her a place to hide some protection in case something untoward happened here and someone with a grudge decided to try and knock her out of the picture.