Nathan Drake

Heels knock on the marble, a thin wrist holds the handbag, the dress is perfect for the evening, all the looks immediately capture you. I've been striving for this for so long, and it was difficult to do it. And here you are entering the auction.

A handful of people are standing all over the hall, vigorously discussing each object and interior of the hall. On the way we meet a couple of acquaintances, with whom it would be low not to say hello. You pass by another acquaintance and just winks, paying all your attention to him.

After a second, you crash into the waiter with a sigh, looking at him irritably. His eyes were confused and guilty, he awkwardly held the tray already with empty glasses and looked at you.

"I'm sorry, Miss... I didn't mean to."

Nathan distributes drinks at the auction without noticing you.