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Oroku Saki was looking out his large window, observing the view of New York. "Hun!" Oroku yelled hearing his dog's heavy feet coming to his call, as he turned he saw Hun bow.
"Yes Master?" Hun said, waiting for his orders.
Oroku walked towards the middle of the room "You may rise."Oroku sat down in his chair, staring at him "Hun my old acquaintance I must confess that no matter how great my empire it is it shall soon crumble into ash."
Hun looked at his master in question "Master what do you-"
"Silence Hun! Don't interrupt me now as I was saying my empire shall crumble because I do not have a successor."
Hun looked at him "A successor?" Hun said wondering what the word meant.
Oroku rolled his eyes "An heir Hun! "
"Master you can choose one of our many wondrous fighters who are ready to take stand by your side." Hun said trying to help the man.
Oroku chuckled darkly "Don't insult me Hun I need my heir to be pure, clean and most importantly has my blood running through their veins.
Hun looked at him "Are you suggesting master?"
"Yes, Hun I think I shall go into the dating field. Now Leave!" Oroku said getting up from his chair, and heading towards the window watching as the people busied them selves during the day.
Another part of New York April's Apartment to be exact
"Aunt April where do you want me to put these?" A girl said, holding two boxes that were hiding her upper body.
April looked at her niece; the boxes were filled with her niece's things that were spilling out of the box. April helped her niece by moving things out of her way while she guided her niece to her new bedroom. April watched from the doorway as her niece set her things down. "So aunt are you going to come to my show?"
April leaned against the doorway, smiling at her niece "Of course I promised your mom that I would go to every show fir not only her place but to support you as well." April smiled as her niece smiled at her.
Time skip (Night Time)
Oroku was firmly dressed in a tuxedo at the model premire, smirking as all the woman he passed by were whispering about him. He conversed and talked, not liking any of the women that ogled him in the slightest. He went to his seat, first row on the right side. As he sat down he could not help but feel a strong sensation while he sat near a red-headed woman.
April mentally cringed at being near the Shredder but kept cool on the outside. Just looking at the stage when the lights had come off and the lights, surrounding the stage turns white.
Our first model is Rayne Dawson wearing a design of her creation inspired by Amber Sweet from the movie Repo the Genetic opera. Out stepped a girl with a mixed like complexion wearing a white corset with black rhinestone buttons. Wearing very short black shorts with knee high length boots on her waist were two daggers and a black whip in her hand.
Oroku looked at the woman with interest. "As you know the highest bidder will spend a lunch date with our fabulous models. All proceeds shall go to an organization of the models choice.
Oroku raised his hand towards the auctionr "The bids now start at 2000." Another raised their hands "3000!" Oroku raised his hand saying a hundred thousand which everyone gasped at.
Rayne looked at the man shocked but happy with the money her charity shall receive. The auctioneer started to stammer at first but got his voice back "I think we have found our window unless there are any other takers." He looked around "No takers alright we thank you now I'm sure you would like to know where your money shall go. Well wonder no more Rayne please come and tell the nice man where his money shall go..."
Rayne blinked a couple of times, snapping out o it to walk towards the stand. While walking she cleared her throat, she approached the stand taking a deep breath before speaking. "I want to thank you dearly for giving this money to the sunny side orphanage. I shall be glad to either have breakfast, lunch, or dinner with you again for your kind generosity."
Oroku nodded at this, noticing that once again the red headed woman seemed a little tense.