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The Slave Auction Gala

Author: Tyson Roy
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2025-08-19 02:44:51

The night of the gala, Elysium shimmered with a strange kind of elegance—half masquerade, half fantasy. Gold drapes spilled from the ceiling, velvet ropes marked off the stage, and crystal glasses caught the candlelight like shards of starlight. Members moved through the room in gowns and tuxedos, masks of black satin and gleaming silver concealing just enough to make every glance feel like a secret.

But the centerpiece wasn’t the glittering décor. It was the stage.

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