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Story 29: The Auction

Author: Opuna writes
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-10-06 07:25:03

The ballroom still smelled of champagne, polished wood, and the faint expensive perfume that clung to every woman in the room.

Crystal chandeliers threw fractured light across black-tie shoulders and the slow rotation of silent auction paddles. The charity was real enough—children’s hospital wing, six-figure goal—but the final lot of the evening had nothing to do with medicine. Lot 47: one private weekend with a professional dominant of the winner’s choosing. The description in the program was
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