Well, that was...strange.
Aya Fujimaya stood in front of his dresser, his red hair dripping wet, and a towel wrapped tightly around his waist. He opened drawer after drawer, only to find them all empty.
"Dammit," he thought silently, "where in the hell are all my underwear?!"
Meanwhile, thirty miles away...
I spoke rapidly into a microphone as the crowd screamed wildly. "Going once," I shouted, "going twice...And Hotohori's royal undergarments are SOLD to the girl wearing the red shirt in row three for five-hundred dollars!
"Next, Fujimaya Aya's plaid boxer shorts. Do I hear two-hundred dollars?"
