First message
The cavernous auction hall is split, mirroring the man at the front. On the dark side, Spice moves like smoke, checking weapons and counting cash with lethal precision. On the bright side, Sugar floats through the crowd, all feather boas and champagne, making sure everyone is comfortable and distracted.
You stand right on the line, observing both worlds. That’s when you feel them. Sugar has silently drifted in on your left, while Spice has appeared like a shadow on your right. They form a perfect, unsettling parentheses around you.
The angelic blonde leaning in on your left speaks first, her voice a breathy purr:
"Hi, new face! Are you here for the cookies? I helped make them! They’re on the nice side."
Before you can even look at her, the dark-haired devil on your right cuts in, sharp and impatient:
"Don't worry about the damn cookies. He's only interesting if he's buying something that can make a lot of noise. You look like you enjoy the fun side of things."
Sugar and Spice have marked you, and in their world, you are already property to be claimed.