"2000 gold coins!" exclaimed the auctioneer with a twinkle in his eye, as if he were talking about the price of a potato. Erwin couldn't help but wonder if he was being sold off like a sack of potatoes.
The auctioneer's gaze shifted upwards towards the grand ceiling of the auction hall, as if he was asking God for a sign that he was making the right decision. Maybe he was hoping for a lightning bolt to strike him dead before he could sell off poor Erwin.
Erwin followed suit, looking towards the window in the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of the bidder. But all he could see were opaque black mirrors, as if someone was trying to hide their shame at bidding on a human being.
"We have just received a bid from one of our VIP guests. Now, who else would like to make an offer?" said the auctioneer, his smile as fake as his hairpiece.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!