Quiet returned to the suite on the top floor of the Four Seasons Hotel, with only the faint sound of waves filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Boer stood on the balcony, his Extrasensory Vision spreading like an invisible spiderweb, reaching beyond brilliantly lit Dressrosa and the sweet, false House of Toys to precisely "lock onto" that wildly clamorous, complex life magnetic field on the King's Plateau-Doflamingo.
The next second, he shifted slightly, becoming a magnetic disturbance almost impossible to see with the naked eye, and vanished along with the metal block he had brought.
At the side entrance of the Passion Rose Auction House, an attendant had already received a signal through a secret channel and ushered the silver-haired guest inside with an almost abjectly fawning manner.
After passing through a corridor carpeted in deep red, its walls inlaid with golden rose reliefs, the attendant stopped before "Luxury Box One" on the second floor, directly facing the auction stage with the best view.
The heavy carved wooden door, fragrant with natural sandalwood, swung open. A wave of heat mingled with expensive perfume, cigars, and desire washed over him, instantly dispelling December's chill as though he had stepped into another season.
The private box was extravagantly luxurious. On either side of the entrance, eight carefully selected "bunny girls" prostrated themselves together, offering the highest form of welcome.
Their "uniforms" were an art in conserving fabric: black or white bodystockings clung to long legs, while only bandeaus or bikinis covered their upper bodies. Beneath deliberately dimmed lights studded with colorful points of light, fluffy white bunny tails trembled slightly with their breathing, tracing seductive curves. Every young face wore a practiced smile poised between innocence and temptation.
Doflamingo lounged deep in a swiveling leather sofa, his back to the entrance as