"And we have a volunteer!" the auctioneer announced, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. He was pleased with the recent development and even happier that it was a person of prestige. Although he knew the guy was too playful and rarely serious with his life—unless he had something important at stake—the auctioneer welcomed the opportunity. "Please come up to the stage, Mr. Alistair."
The hall fell into a hushed silence as Alistair climbed onto the stage, his usual playful demeanor replaced by one of his most serious looks. The spotlight followed him, casting a sharp glow on his tailored suit and polished shoes. At the same time, Joe, seated at their table, switched his phone to video mode and began to record, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
"Mr. Alistair, before you shake my hand, I'd like you to tell the audience one thing related to entertainment that you would never do, even if you're offered money for it," the auctioneer requested, his tone light but probing.
