Meanwhile, in a hidden location, the auction's preparations were underway. In a large room filled with elegant decorations and items from various time periods, an enchantingly beautiful woman, with a thin waist and wide hips, sat on a damaged throne with her legs crossed.
She wore a loose-fitting eastern robe, revealing her large breasts, which were at least a D+ cup, with perky buttocks spread on the soft seat. The woman's blood-red hair cascaded down the back of her throne as she leaned against one arm, with a faint smirk, watching the dwarf kneeling before her.
"Little dwarf, you're sure that he'll be attending tonight, right?" A sultry voice, filled with coquettish charm, echoed through the dark room.
Grundig's left eye flickered with blazing embers, yet nothing changed, which meant that he'd once again failed to break through her illusion and seductive hypnosis.
"Mistress, how could I lie to you?"
