[ He can't even say anything to that. Who knows how long they'll last with their hands off each other after that exchange of sexts?

On their way, Dom keeps his hands to himself and his attention up and down every hallway, still worried someone's gonna show up who might rat him out to his cousin. The final boss really is just her dragging him off to rightfully berate him about This Very Bad Idea. ]

Fucked if I know. Even the organizers probably aren't sure. Maybe they picked it off the Yellow Pages.

[ And he. Did bid everything in one go, so who is he to talk. ]

Who'd you bid on?