The Clarence Auction
While other cities of Country Y were relatively at peace, getting ready for a night's rest, Clarence Auction House was alive with lights and chatter. Standing tall under the golden lights, its environment pulsated with energy.
Luxury cars rolled to a stop one after the other outside the grand building. Reporters and photographers clustered near the red-carpet walkway, their cameras flashing, hoping to capture the arrivals of tonight's most influential guests.
Bouncers in tailored black suits stood at strategic points, their stern gazes sweeping across the growing crowd, ensuring both order and security.
A sleek black car slowly pulled up at the end of the red carpet, a security man stepped forward to open the door.
With a deep breath, Davis stepped out. Dressed in a sharp charcoal suit that defined his broad frame, he moved with graceful composure.
