[In response to Special Event Prompt #3]

The people! The smells! The amazingly-overpriced wine that fancy people drank: it cost five times as much as beer and tasted less than half as good. Tail cocked high as he wound his way through the high-class crowd, Orias was amazed at just how little attention humans paid to the ground when they were too busy staring down their nose at trinkets and baubles. That said, there was nothing wrong with baubles. In fact, they ranged from junky to amazing. It was all in the eye of the beholder, really.

In the case of this auction, it was more in the wallet or pocketbook of the beholder. Strange things adorned the various bidding tables from what the Mauvian could see from his point of view, and people were bidding outrageous amounts in the name of charity. That was all well and good, but Orias's favorite charity was himself. He'd hitched a ride along with Regula when he'd heard that an auction and ball was going on, knowing it'd be a prime opportunity to top himself off on copious amounts of wine. If nothing else, the jibes and wisecracks just flowed like water when looking at the built man in a tux.

True to his curious nature, the feline's attention had been easily distracted and he'd wandered off. It wouldn't be hard to find his human anyway, he smelled like determination and grim acceptance. He very often smelled like grim acceptance to Orias. He was sure it had nothing to do he himself, and just assumed that was the senshi's default setting.

The cat would be rather grim too if he had to go about being a cop and a do-gooder all day. And night. Wasn't a senshi basically just a space cop? This guy had loved being law-abiding so much he'd doubled down on it? Lame. Much better to be a Mauvian.

Speaking of the man in question, lo and behold Regula walked into view again before Orias could even begin casing the joint for the wine storage. The servers were just too flighty to have gotten a bead on yet. Just what had the big guy's attention anyway? Not even halfway to the table where his partner stood, the cat was actually surprised to see the senshi's mood darken quickly from it's usual mixture of dour and firm to something that bordered on naked outrage. What in the world?

There wasn't time to casually saunter oh-so-inconspicuously forward to see what was wrong before Regula stormed off and away from the table of items on auction. Rather than chase after him, Orias opted to slink under the next table over and wait. No alcohol yet, but some strange item that had thrown a usually composed man into a rage? He had to see it. After an ample period had passed, the cat crept back to the seller's side of the table and propped up on two legs to take a peek. Thankfully, there was another potential bidder to hold the proprietor's attention.

"Let's see, let's see," Orias murmured under his breath. "Based on Atty's height, angle of vision, blah blah blah... There."

Amber eyes fell on a rather unremarkable-looking scarf. That was it? A scarf? What in the world could be so outrageous about that? In fact, the more the Mauvian studied the accessory the more enticing it seemed.

In fact, Orias was sure it was meant for him at this point. Such a trendy piece, and it would look amazingly luxurious on someone his size. Even in human guise it would be tres chic! A quick sneaky paw and a swipe later, the feline found himself safely under the tablecloth with his newfound prize. The fabric was silky smooth on his pads, and the effect was even more intoxicating with physical contact.

For some reason, he felt like he could do anything wearing this scarf! He had to show Atty, maybe he'd miscalculated on the man's line of sight and something else had set him off. Certainly not this prime piece fit for a king. A king would need beer, but first: posturing. Orias scampered off into the auction ball, disappearing quickly into a sea of suited legs and swirling trailing hems.