She leaned against her hand, allowing heavy lids to drop lower over her dark chocolate gaze. She had made out well in the auctions; winning herself both lots ten and twelve, as well as lot four, which was decently priced and would aid her cause acceptably. She listened as their host spoke onward about the single auctions, reigning in her boredom at the extended speech. The dimmed lights cast an eerie glow over the girls; something Amy wasn't completely sure she liked. She tipped her glass slightly, and LeViad poured more alcohol into it silently. Within a few moments, she reached behind her, taking her cloak with one hand, having discarded it earlier.
"Pause a moment, Amy. Just stay for the next one. She's the one." The woman nodded, seating herself once again to his right, resting on the slightly uncomfortable back rest. LeViad tapped her forearm at the end of the next auction, a young, raven haired girl. Amy snapped to attention, leaning forward with one hand supporting her chin. She let her eyes narrow, watching closely, a difficult task with the decreased lighting.
"Auction twenty- three, gentlemen." The auctioneer stated, referencing the girl. Amy clenched down on the table out of reflex. "A twenty seven year old woman from the Boston area, Faith Hunter." The woman was short, but they had her standing in heels measuring at least five inches. Her dress showed enough of her right thigh to excite the room, but dropped to just below her knee on the woman's left. The dress itself was a smokey, strapless blue, hugging a chest that looked to be a triple D. And the woman was a dark honey blonde, looking around through hazel eyes flickering with fear.
"She's at least thirty two." LeViad whispered into her ear. Amy shook her head.
"Thirty seven, they took ten years off her age exactly." The man dipped his head in ascent. She rested a hand on him. "The brunette for her."
"Do I hear six?" LeViad's hand snapped up.
"Six!" Amy rested her chin on her hand again, watching for the slightest change in the woman in front of her. The woman was trying to keep her eyes down, but she was frightened. "Eight!" She heard LeViad call out, startling her back into paying attention to the numbers. The woman, Faith, glanced around, eyes locking onto Amy where she sat. She rested a hand on LeViad's arm.
"I'll throw in the blonde with this deal." She stated. LeViad nodded, the amount getting raised withing moments.
"Fifteen!" The man called out. Amy bit down on her lip. Twenty five, already. She looked at the man.
"Dave, the other brunette and the dirty blonde. All four. For this one." He tilted his head, raising a hand.
"Thirty Five!" Amy bit down harder, nearly drawing blood. Their eyes connected again; hers and Faith's. She heard as the amount went crazy high. She rested her hand on his arm again.
"Those four, and the difference. Bring her home for me, Dave." She let her eyes trace the familiar figure. "Bring her home." She whispered again, only to herself. LeViad stood.
"Seventy- Five! Boys, come now. You won't top one such as I." There was grumbling, but not another bid was muttered. Amy held out her hand.
"Four and sixty." He shook his head.
"She'll go higher, Amy. You know better." She looked at the woman, being dragged off stage. She went quietly, as if she was broken long ago. "Give me something to work with, sweetheart."
"Four and seventy-five." He paused, looking to her.
"That's a bit high, even for you." She turned her head to the empty stage.
"She's more than worth it, Dave. More than worth it." His hand slid into hers, and they shook once. Then she stood, pulling her shawl up around her shoulders. "I'm off to see the four, and send them over to your group." He nodded, topping off her glass once again before she stepped away.
She would bring her home.
AN- Im really sorry about the extreme shortness of this chapter. However, I really like where three and four are, and this didn't fit with the events in three. Hope you enjoy, the majority of Amy's mystery is revealed in four. Sit tight, I'm uploading! :D