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As Emmeline stepped off the stage, looking as uncomfortable and as beautiful as ever, Seth hopped up and out of his seat to meet her a bit more than halfway. A small smile, just for her, appears on his features, “See? It’s all done with now, Em. Nothin’ to worry about.” Reaching an arm out for her to take, seeing as they were all dressed up, they might as well look like royalty walking the floor back to the tables and chairs that the Club has inherited. But she has friends there, more than he realized as folks continued to bid on her for far longer than he’d figured, considering he’d threatened to maim them if they tried to win her date. Obviously, it hadn’t worked. “Think we gotta do somethin’ special for a date, ya know for the kids, they’d want that shit. And you should wear this dress again,” he encourages, knowing that Emmeline wasn’t quite excited for the event, where she’d had to stand in front of everyone to be bid on. “You want somethin’ to drink? Eat?”