Stop Standing There

Author's note: This is a request by Skaetlett, featuring characters from their story

Split Slave

. It is recommended that you read that story before continuing.

* * *

Lily's face broke out into a wide grin as they landed the final blow. "Alright! Another one down!" They set the controller down and idly flexed their sore fingers before taking a sip of water and bouncing back in to another match.

Their local

Pokkén

group hadn't been able to meet since the lockdown started. It was a little sad not getting to hang out with their friends as often, but they'd managed to keep in touch over Discord, so it wasn't too bad. Rye was planning to play with them over the weekend, so to practice they were jumping in to the online lobby.

Lily barely even registered the door opening. They were completely engrossed in the match, right up until they felt their hair getting yanked backwards and saw Magnolia's face upside-down.

Magnolia did not look happy. "Why haven't you gotten ready yet?" She didn't sound happy, either.

Lily looked back at the screen just in time to see their character get comboed into oblivion.

Well, there goes that match.

"Ready for what, Mistress?" they sighed as they set the controller down.

"Oh, come

on

," Magnolia scoffed. "You can't seriously tell me you've forgotten! I know your mind has an alarmingly low ability to retain information, but

surely

you can remember something

this

important!"

"What are you..." Lily stood up from the couch and gasped. Magnolia always looked beautiful, but today she looked

stunning

. She wore a sleeveless black evening gown, with tiny bits of what looked like diamond sparkling and twinkling in the light.

I don't think they're

real

diamonds, but... with Mistress, I wouldn't be surprised if they were.

"Wow, you look-"

"Gorgeous, radiant, yes, yes, I

know

," Magnolia sighed. "But you still haven't answered my question. Why haven't

you

gotten ready?"

"Ready for what?" Lily scrunched up their face and tried to remember whatever Magnolia could be referring to.

It's... it's definitely not her birthday, I think. And it's not our anniversary either...

Magnolia rolled her eyes and tapped her foot impatiently. "I would have thought the new dress hanging in your closet would have jogged your memory, at least."

"There's a new dress in my closet?"

"Yes! How could you have missed it? You-" Magnolia's eyes narrowed. "You

did

get dressed this morning, did you not?"

Lily blushed. "Um..." Since they hadn't been going out very often these days, they sometimes wound up wearing the same clothes for more than one day in a row. They tried to remember whether they changed this morning, but since they didn't remember any new dress they felt like the answer was probably no.

"Ugh,

honestly

! Even if you just lounge about, you should at

least

put on fresh clothes." Magnolia pulled out her phone and scowled. "It'll take about 20 minutes to get there... we'll have to get your makeup and hair sorted in the car. Just go get changed."

"R-Right. Sorry!" Lily stared down at the floor and walked past Magnolia into their room. They went straight to the closet and opened it wide.

They spotted the dress instantly. "Oh, gosh..." they whispered, pulling it gently off the rack and laying it on the bed so they could get a better look at it. It was a soft, baby blue, sleeveless just like Magnolia's, with little... sleeve things? They didn't know what they were called, but it looked like they were supposed to slip their arms into them. It was simple and unassuming, but beautiful nonetheless.

Lily wasted no time putting it on. They looked at their reflection in the mirror and beamed. "I look so

pretty

!" Somehow, even though they'd never worn it before, the dress fit perfectly. They idly swung from side to side, watching the long skirt spin around their body.

Magnolia knocked on the door. "Are you done? We don't have all night, plaything."

"Oh, thank you, Mistress!" Lily said as they swung the door open and hugged Magnolia tight. "Thank you, thank you! This dress is so

amazing

, I look-"

* * *

"-so cute, and..." Lily blinked. Suddenly, they weren't in the apartment anymore. Instead, they were in the back of what appeared to be a limousine, with Magnolia sitting next to them. "Wait, what?"

"I thought we didn't have time for your babbling adoration," Magnolia sighed, "as enjoyable as it was. So I dropped you and got you ready without your mind getting in my way. But I suppose I may have been wrong, since it's already

been

20 minutes and we're barely halfway there. Why is there so much traffic?"

Lily looked out the tinted window and saw a mass of cars, all at a standstill. They could dimly hear honking and yelling from outside the car. "Jeez... I hope it's not an accident or something."

"It's probably construction," Magnolia muttered. "It's

always

construction."

Lily shrugged and sagged back into the seat. "So where are we going, anyway? I seriously can't remember you telling me anything."

"I..." Magnolia paused, furrowing her brow. "I'm... I'm sure I told you... Well, in any event, I suppose I'll explain -

re

-explain, rather - what's going on. Tonight, we're going to an auction so exclusive you need to be making at

least

eight figures to even get in the front door."

"Wait, an

auction

?" Lily sat straight up, a look of concern on their face. "Like... with

people

?"

Magnolia chuckled. "Why, would you like a roommate?"

Lily thought for a moment. "Not really, I-"

"Rhetorical question, plaything. And

no

, we're not bidding on people. It's a charity auction, a place where rich people like me get to spend extravagant sums on what mostly amount to novelties in the name of helping the less-fortunate."

"So the money goes to charity?" Lily rubbed their chin. "Why don't you just donate to charity without an auction?"

Magnolia glared at Lily. "You don't get to be as rich as I am if you give away your money without getting something back in return."

"I... guess that makes sense."

Seems a little cold-hearted to me, though...

"So why am I going with you?"

"Because without you," Magnolia replied, "I would be bored out of my mind. Hours and hours of mindless small talk with people I hate and bidding on items of no interest to me? I'd need something there to amuse me."

Lily smiled and scooted a little closer to Magnolia. "Well, I guess I

am

pretty amusing!"

"Yes," Magnolia said, kissing Lily on the forehead, "you're not just a clown, you're an entire circus unto yourself."

Lily's smile faded.

I'm... not sure that's a compliment.

* * *

After an uncomfortably long ride, the car finally stopped outside a large concrete building. The driver stepped out and held the door open for Lily and Magnolia. Lily wondered how much the driver knew about their relationship with Magnolia.

Maybe he's paid not to know.

They looked up at the building and squinted. "Are you sure this is the right place? Seems a little... dumpy."

"Yes, the façade is rather unsightly," Magnolia said. "Brutalism is a plague on us all. But the interior is quite lovely. Come along now, plaything."

Lily followed Magnolia inside, and after a quick temperature check they rode an elevator up to the top floor. When the elevator doors opened, Lily's jaw dropped. It was an ornate ballroom, bathed in golden light, full of people in fancy, expensive-looking clothes. Compared to them, Lily felt downright plain. There was a fully-stocked bar off to one side, a DJ on the other side playing soft piano music, and a large stage at the back of the room. "Gosh... there's so many people..."

Magnolia patted Lily reassuringly on the shoulder. "We'll mostly be keeping to ourselves. Trust me, it'll be fine." She motioned for Lily to follow her, and they made their way to what Lily assumed was an assigned table. Waiters snaked through the crowds, serving champagne and table snacks.

They probably don't call them table snacks, though. There's that French thing... hor-something?

They racked their brain trying to remember the "proper" name for them. As they became lost in thought, their pace slowed down, and before they knew it, they were lost in the crowd, Magnolia nowhere in sight.

Oh, crap!

They called out Magnolia's name, but they weren't sure she'd be able to hear them over the cacophony. Panic started to grip them, and their breathing began to feel heavy.

"Are you lost?"

Lily spun around and nearly lost their balance.

Stupid heels!

When they felt stable, they looked up and saw an unfamiliar woman in front of them. She wore a light purple velour jumpsuit with flared bottoms and a bright green jacket, her dirty blonde hair tied into buns on either side of her head, and held an empty glass. "Um... y-yeah," Lily said, "I'm a little lost."

"Well," the woman said with a kind smile, "I'm sure I can help you get where you're going. My name's Indigo, what's yours?"

"Lily," they replied. "I'm Magnolia's s- uh, assistant."

"Oh?" Indigo raised an eyebrow, grinning wide. "I didn't know Maggie had a new assistant. But then, nobody knows much of anything about her. She's so secretive, isn't she?"

"Maggie?"

"Um, yeah, she-"

Lily felt someone grab their arm and spun their head around, only to be relieved when they saw it was Magnolia.

"

There

you are!" Magnolia sighed. "Try to keep up your pace, it's-" She looked at who Lily was speaking with and scowled. "What are

you

doing here?"

Indigo waved at Magnolia and idly set her glass on a passing waiter's tray without even glancing at him. "Hi, Maggie! I'm just here to give back to all those poor... well,

poor

people we make our money off of! Plus, the bar here doesn't cut you off!"

Magnolia narrowed her eyes. "I see. Come along, Lily." Without waiting for a response, she yanked Lily by the arm and dragged her over to the table.

Lily stumbled after her, waving goodbye to Indigo before the brightly-dressed woman was swallowed up by the crowd. "She seemed nice."

"I don't want you to speak to that woman ever again," Magnolia said sternly.

"What? But why?"

Magnolia stopped and turned around to face Lily. "She runs one of my competitors," she explained. "Awful woman, positively

vile

. She goes against everything I strive to be as a professional."

"Vile?" Lily asked, cocking her head to the side. "Like... from

Mega Man

?"

Magnolia blinked. "...Just don't talk to her again. Understood?"

Lily nodded, and Magnolia brought them over to the table. As they both sat down, Lily noticed that there were only ever two or three people at a table, even when there was room for at least six.

Guess they're splitting everyone up? That makes sense.

They looked around and saw that the tables next to them also had people. "We're not gonna get sick or anything, are we?"

"Oh, assuredly not," Magnolia replied, taking a mirror out of her purse and double-checking her makeup. "Most of these people are rich enough to stay completely isolated for years on end." She turned towards Lily. "You've been cooped up in that apartment too, haven't you?"

"Yeah," Lily said. "I mean, the

Pokkén

group hasn't been meeting, and you made sure all my groceries get delivered, so I haven't really seen a reason to go out."

"Then I see no reason for concern." Magnolia put the mirror back in her purse and pulled something else out. "Lily, get me a sparkling water, and be sure to get yourself something too." She handed Lily a credit card. "Do try not to spend

too

much."

Lily took the card and nodded. "Right away, Mistress!" As they walked over to the bar, they took a closer look at the credit card. It didn't feel like any card they'd ever held before. Instead of plastic, this seemed like it was made out of brushed stainless steel.

Fancy...

A few minutes later, they returned with the drinks. They handed Magnolia her sparkling water and sat down just as a man walked on-stage and stood at a podium. "Good evening," he said, "and welcome to the 32nd annual ██████ Museum of Modern Art charity auction. Tonight, we have a wonderful selection of pieces from local artists and internationally-renowned icons, as well as a few unique pieces."

He motioned to an assistant, who brought out a canvas covered by a sheet and set it on a table. "This first piece was created by the elephants of our local zoo, and is intended to be a tribute to one of their fellow elephants who tragically passed away earlier this year." With a dramatic flourish, he yanked off the sheet, revealing an abstract series of dots and lines in various colors.

Lily squinted at it. "Wow, that looks... bad..."

"Be

quiet

, Lily," Magnolia whispered. She examined the painting using a pair of opera glasses, a contemplative look on her face.

The MC turned back to the audience "We shall start the bidding at one thousand."

Lily leaned back in the chair and rolled their eyes.

A thousand bucks for

that

? I know they're elephants, but come on! Even I could do better than that. Probably.

Thankfully, Magnolia did not bid on the elephant piece. Nor did she bid on the next few items. Lily studied her expression closely. Magnolia was deathly serious throughout the entire event, never even showing any sign of what she thought of each piece of art. But even though her expression never shifted, Lily could see the gears turning in her head, the careful decisions and calculations she ran through for every item.

When they brought out something Magnolia

was

interested in, a collection of black-and-white photographs by someone named Ansel -

Wait, the guy from Baby Driver does photography?

- her face lit up. There was a hunger in her, a competitiveness. Whenever someone outbid her, she immediately raised her paddle back up to stay in the lead. But she was never angry. She had the determination and patience of a chess player, waiting for her opponent to slip up and forfeit.

I wonder if she looked like this when she was buying me...

"Now," the MC said after a few more items had come and gone, "this next item is rather unusual. It is not necessarily a work of art in the traditional sense, but rather a relic of recent history."

The assistant brought out a small object and set it on the table. "This," the MC said, "is the Nintendo PlayStation."

Lily rolled their eyes.

Wow, these guys are out of touch. They still think every game console is "a Nintendo."

They couldn't quite get a good view of it from where they were sitting, but they gradually noticed that it didn't look quite right.

What's that controller attached to it? It kinda looks like a Super Nintendo controller...

"For those who are unaware," the MC explained, "in the early 1990s, Nintendo sought to create a CD-ROM add-on to their new console, the Super Nintendo. They first went to Sony, which had collaborated with them on the Super Nintendo, but after they had already signed the contract, Nintendo became unhappy with the terms and sought out another partner. They forged a new deal with Philips, and in 1991 announced their partnership, angering Sony and creating a rift between the two companies. Sony decided to develop the project further on their own, leading to the release of the Sony PlayStation in 1994, which proceeded to dominate the latter half of the 1990s and vastly outperformed the Nintendo 64."

He motioned to the device on the table. "This is one of only a handful of prototype consoles known to exist today. Previously, one sold at auction for over $300,000. I'm curious how much this one will go for. We'll start the bidding at $50,000."

Lily gawked at it, their eyes wide and seeing stars. "I want it."

Magnolia turned towards them. "You do?"

"U-Um..." Lily blinked and came back to themselves. "I-I mean, it would be

cool

, but I don't

need

it..."

"None of these people

need

any of the crap they have here," Magnolia said. "If you want it, you'll get it."

"You mean it?"

"Absolutely."

Lily thought for a moment. "...okay, go for it."

Magnolia raised her paddle.

"And that's $60,000," replied the MC. "Do I hear $70,000?"

Another paddle went up. Magnolia's head snapped towards it and scowled. "Oh, that

bitch

."

"$70,000 for miss Indigo!" the MC announced brightly. "A pleasure to see you this evening."

Indigo smirked and looked back at Magnolia, waving hello with a mean glint in her eye.

Magnolia raised the paddle again, her grip so hard her knuckles turned white.

"$80,000," said the MC.

Indigo's paddle went up.

"$90,000."

This went on for what felt like ages, the two women locked in a constant back-and-forth. If anyone else wanted the console, they never had a chance to get a bid in; the second one paddle went down, the other went up.

"We're now at $370,000," said the MC, palpably excited by the intensity. "We have now gone past the earlier auction's price. Do I hear $380,000?"

"Mistress, stop!" Lily whispered. "It's not worth it! This is even more than you paid for me!"

"No!" Magnolia spat. "I am

not

letting her win!" She raised her paddle again, and again, and again, until Indigo finally gave up.

"Sold!" said the MC, "For $470,000."

Magnolia leaned back in her chair with a satisfied smile.

What is the world coming to, where some old game console is worth more than a human life?

"Mistress," Lily groaned, "you didn't have to spend so much!"

"Trust me, Lily," Magnolia said, "this is practically pocket change for me."

"But it's even more than you got me for!"

"And if it makes you happy, then it's worth every penny." Magnolia reached out and touched Lily's hand. "I may own you, but you're not just a piece of property to me. I want you to have whatever your heart desires. Understand?"

Lily smiled and hugged Magnolia firmly. "Thank you, Mistress!"

"Y-You're welcome," Magnolia gasped, patting Lily on the head. "But please, not so tight!"

"Sorry," Lily whispered. They let go of Magnolia and noticed Indigo staring at them.

Gah, that was stupid of me! Everyone's supposed to think I'm Magnolia's assistant, I shouldn't be going around with the PDAs.

"Now, after all that excitement," the MC said, "I believe it's about time for a break. Our staff will bring out your food shortly, and of course the bar is always open. We'll reconvene in one hour."

"Huh?" Lily said. "I don't remember ordering anything to eat."

"You had to specify your meal when you RSVP'd," Magnolia explained. "We're both having lobster."

"What? But I don't like seafood."

"Well, you should have thought of that before I ordered it for you."

"B-Buh..." Lily sighed. "Whatever. I'll try it, I guess."

"Good plaything," Magnolia chuckled.

Lily's cheeks turned red and they took a sip of their wine.

That's not fair! She can't make me all blushy and squirmy and then expect me to keep my cool!

They scanned the sea of tables, idly speculating about all the other people.

I wonder if I'm the only person here who's owned by someone else. Those auctions must've been going on for years before I wound up there, right? So who knows how many people wound up bought and sold.

That thought made a shiver run up their spine.

I don't think most of them are as happy as I am...

Then Lily noticed something out of the corner of their eye. They turned their head and saw a woman in a red dress, sitting in her chair and looking rather... out of it. Her head lolled on her shoulders, and her face was slack and expressionless.

If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was...

Suddenly her head fell forward as her body went limp, sagging into the arms of...