She silently followed him, watching his movements, he lead her without even laying a finger on her through this oddly confidant air about him, perhaps...it was the heat affecting her more than she thought but there was just something about him she couldn't put her finger on.Through the walk he occasionally glanced over his shoulder making sure she was still following him, and of course she was, so he'd offer her a little smile or a little question or statement just to pass the short time on the. ’ As she steps off the sales block in one fluid motion she can hear him bellow to the crowd, ‘You want proof?!’ His question is answered in a flurry of voices. ‘Are you prepared for the beauty that this girl can possess?!’ he screams, lifting the slaver’s whip high above his head to be rewarded with a shout of encouragement from the crowd and he cracks it in the air above the girl’s head for punctuation. She moves in a sensuous graceful motion even as her heart beats a thousand beats a minute,. " Again the camera panned, showing the fog now about to engulf the upper deck of the stadium, Kris was practically plastered to her TV screen. "NOOOOOOOOOOO! Stop it. Get out of there! Get out!" But of course nobody at the stadium heard her cries and she could only watch in horror at what followed. For as the fog reached the seats, the spectators -changed-. Starting in the nose-bleed seats and proceeding down tot he field boxes, male fans seemed to "wink-out" for the briefest of moments, and. “I have.”“I can’t force you to stay,” Spencer said with a shrug, “but perhaps you’ll humor me for a few moments?”Ethan had been dead set on getting out of the building as quickly as possible, but he couldn’t deny the kindly old concierge, and so he nodded. Spencer stepped out from behind his desk and began to walk him across the lobby, the two of them eventually ending up over by the executive elevator.“Do you know what this is?” Spencer asked as he gestured to the gilded doors.“I never noticed.