Helix walked out onto the stage to the light sound of light clapping.
By capping, it refers to polite applause hovering the border between none and sarcastic.
He gave the front row audience a slight smile before panning the rows and moving his eyes to the skyboxes.
There were dozens of skyboxes.
Unlike modern times, they were private rooms on the second and third floors that people rented.
The auction house made nobles pay for the right to seating, which they explained themselves.
Helix smiled at everyone and raised his hands slightly for quiet.
Most people sneered in hatred and disdain.
Those in skyboxes looked down upon him with murderous eyes.
They wanted Helix's head.
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"The starting bid will be one gold." Helix announced.
I think that's a fitting number. Don't you think?"
The nobles roared with laughter and excitement.
"It symbolizes day one of a new era of fashion!"
Explosive applause followed.