“Did you bring it?” the hostess asked. “I have buyers for this one.”
The guest held up the fabric. “The cloak of mystery,” he answered. “I surrender it to you.”
“Thank you,” she said. “Won’t you come in and have a drink?”
The man who had brought the cloak accepted a whiskey sour from the waiter. He observed all of the objects up for auction. The poncho of perfection.The jacket of bitterness. The leiderhosen of laxity. They had even found the scarf of ennui. He had thought that piece was long lost.
“Welcome everyone,” the hostess said. She was dressed elegantly. Even wearing the girdle of discontent around her perfectly sized waist.
“We are gathered here in honor of the great Nathan Esposito, or the Wizard of Magical Clothing. According to his will, his magical objects are to be auctioned off. Now who would like to start the bidding on this first object, the “Socks of Dissipation?”
It was going to be a long night.