You move silently through the silent auction, weaving your way between patrons as you seek out Cassandra.

Cassandra is the star of this week's auction and your best friend. She had been rehearsing all week to help with the magician tonight, and you were indeed amazed at the performance. Cassandra had been sawed in half, impaled, shrunk, flattened, and mismade. It made you warm just thinking about it.

And now you are seeking her out at the auction, your nylons clad legs swishing against each other as you shuffle through the crowd. Your heels just high enough to keep you on your toes.

You then break through the crowd to the back of the room where you see one piece in the auction. Cassandra's chest breathes in and out in its metal box. One piece of her from the show's final mismade illusion.

But as you watch her breasts move in and out with each breath, you know it was not an illusion.

Cassandra had backed into a tall metal frame, squeezing herself between the metal supports before the magician had divided each section of the frame with metal blades.

No doors. No covering. Just Cassandra's body in that black corset and tights inside a metal frame. Each blade causing her face to wince in an expression mixing pain and pleasure. And then the magician walked behind her and tipped the box containing her head backwards.

You feel that warmth deep inside you as you remember the blades at her neck separating, her face in shock as her head toppled backwards into the magician's arms. You're certain they had not rehearsed that part.

Her chest was the next to go, lifted off the rest of her body and moved to the floor next to her head. Then her hips, her nyloned thighs, and her feet in those black stilletos. You spot those feet to your left, another item in this silent auction of your best friend.

You remember Cassandra coming to you with this idea. This idea of auctioning off pieces of herself for the charity you both manage. It was a cool idea, you had to admit. A chance to do something risque, completely giving up control and just enjoying sensations for two weeks.

You know that right now that Cassandra's head has been placed inside a safe in the magician's office. No sounds. No light. Just existing. You touch the chest breathing in and out in front of you and you know Cassandra can feel it. Every touch. Every sensation. Her senses are only these feelings now and you envy her.

You feel a wetness down below that you know is more than envy. It is one of hunger and expectation. For you know this is only the first half of Cassandra's agreement with the magician. The contract with the charity requires two assistants to be auctioned and you are to spend the next week rehearsing for next week's show and auction.

You feel your dress slip across your nylons as you press your fingers into your groin, hoping no one else notices this subtle move of your hand.

This anticipation is going to make it a long week for you, but an enjoyable one too.