The wing race relaxed with the hope of having the shooting star meteorite in their bag. Their representatives had the winning facial expressions.
The elegant seductress had already announced the second going... The third will make them the final winner. What if another bid pops up? Would they have to give in or lose out on a precious next item?
Before the third call was voiced out loud by the elegant seductress, the titan race made their final bid.
"1.2 trillion v01d credits."
It was game over for the wing race. They had a gloomy face. The stupid, elegant seductress knew a bid was on the way. No wonder it was dancing around with the bid. What was supposed to be theirs was stolen by another race. They won't provoke the brainless giant unless it is the last decision.
The new organization was an easy pick to vent their frustration. They demanded an explanation from the auctioneer.