"We’ll start the bidding at $100 for this unique collectible, Do I hear $50 for this beautiful painting, so respectable?" "One hundred!" From the man in the blue tie, sharp jaw, steel eyes. "Two hundred!" From the lady in the red dress, pearls shining, nothing less. "Three hundred!" From the tall gent with the beard, steady voice, coming clear. "Four hundred!" From the brother in the glasses, calm stare as the moment passes. "Five thousand!" From the queen in white silk, cool grace, smooth like milk. "Ten thousand!" From the silver-hair in a suit, strong chin, power absolute. "Twenty thousand!" From the girl with the braids, sharp eyes cut like blades. "Fifty thousand!" From the cowboy hat in the back, grit on his face, can’t top that. "One million!" From the lady with the diamonds, smile so bright it’s blinding. "One billion!" From the king dressed in gold, young blood, bold and cold. "One trillion!" From the old guard man, cane in hand, still runs the land. "Quadrillion!" SOLD!— all power revealed, the crown of the century, forever sealed.
