He turns a broad smile on her, pleased at how quickly she's caught on, and leads them both inside. The auction is, of course, buzzing with people eager to be seen performing charitable acts. The place is richly decorated, the wine is freely flowing, and some of the guests are notably... indulging in a manner that leaves them especially carefree. He tilts his head, considering.

If anyone asks privately, we should offer them a slot in my commission queue for a hefty deposit.

They all look like they can afford to waste money. He moves forward with confidence, not even bothering to introduce himself but allowing just enough information in his greeting for context. He is so sorry he is late, of course, busy with a young client, and this dress! Oh, he wanted it to be perfect, he works hard to make sure his pieces dazzle -- and of course he thought to offer one in the auction! It is not too late, he hopes! Here, this beautiful piece will be the example but he can make any style or colour they prefer. A custom piece, of course, nothing you could buy elsewhere. Oh, and of course he can offer accessories.

Wrathion's eyes skim the area subtly while they talk, taking in what doors are closed and where jittery staff go in and out. He remembers the layout, loosely, from his last time here. The trick will be making his way through without being seen, once the auction begins.