"Looks like the beautiful Miss Deborah has been filled to bursting by everyone's enthusiasm!"
"And now, for the main event—the most thrilling segment of precious lots tonight—your old friend Cross will present it to you all!"
Hosting an auction was already an exhausting drain on both stamina and focus.
Dry-throated, Deborah shot an offended glare at the old goblin as he stepped back onto the stage.
The old customers below naturally knew the auction house's routine. The true grand finale had always been hosted personally by Cross.
But that did not stop them from loudly egging things on.
After all, compared to watching a lush and lovely Half-Elf sway gracefully across the stage, who would want to watch this wrinkled green-skinned goblin spray spit up there?
"Get lost! Hurry up and get lost!"
"Deborah, you're not allowed to leave! Otherwise I'm walking out right now!"
Faced with the furious protests, Deborah covered her mouth and laughed coquettishly. "Everyone really is so passionate~"
"But your Older Sister has only just gotten off work."
"Rather than wasting all that boundless energy, gentlemen, why not come find me at Descent into Malbolge after the auction?"
"I'll make sure all your passion receives the perfect release~"
After casually giving the establishment she had invested in a plug, she lifted her skirt and made her graceful exit amid whistles and reluctant cries for her to stay.
The lights in the hall converged once more.
"Alright! The first precious lot!" Cross pulled back the curtain. "A complete Green Hag scalp!"
On the display stand, the dark-green scalp soaking in a transparent glass jar radiated a pulse of magic that made hearts quail.
The noisy crowd below fell silent for a moment, before whispers gradually began to rise.
"Haha, I can tell from your reactions that Fernandez