Servers weaved through the crowd, diligently providing for everyone's needs.
At first glance, this didn't look like an auction, but more like some kind of cocktail party.
The feeling that something was off resurfaced in Paige Summers.
'She really didn't understand why, when it was clearly the apocalypse and resources were extremely scarce, people still insisted on putting on such extravagant displays. If they wanted to relax, wouldn't it be quicker to just go home and get a good night's sleep?'
'If Graham Monroe did this to display his wealth and power, then what about these people? Things like those huge diamond rings... instead of wearing them, they'd be better off being used to make weapons to fight the Mutant Beasts outside the city!'
She didn't understand them, and the way they looked at her was equally strange.
