Roxie (Wren) Maheu (ex_theredlig387) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-09-12 03:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | beast, catwoman, roxanne |
Who: Wren and Eve, Cass
What: An antique book auction
Where: Downtown Seattle
When: Saturday
Warnings: None
The auction was being run by one of those old companies that only handled things of exceptional value. Paddles were handed out at the door, and invitations were required to enter. People off the street didn't enter the rooms, not to this auction. Seattle's best were gathered in the rooms, wandering from table to table and touching things that most of Seattle would never be able to afford, books easily worth more than entire lifetimes of earnings for most people. The fact that some of the books on the list she had been handed were missing was, she was told, only temporary; she knew it was a lie.
Wren had secured an invitation from a client, and she looked every bit the part as she wandered about the space. Her dress was red and exquisitely designer, her stockings were silk and her pumps were immaculate. She had her hair up, giving her the appearance of a year or two more than she had, and she carried herself with the same poise the women within did. She looked every bit the daughter of a rich Seattle businessman as she looked at the books, her paddle held loosely between her fingers.
She hadn't seen anyone she liked the looks of yet, but it was early still. There was time.