Lulu's expression sours as she looks around toward the sound of the other voices. She's got plenty more to spend, of course, but that doesn't mean she likes being pushed into speaking up more. She has to, though, doesn't she?

"Seventy five hundred!"

"Eight!"

"Ten thousand!"

Lulu feels her face getting red, too embarrassed to speak up and too frustrated with the fact that she's got competition that actually feels like competition now.

"Eleven!" someone else calls out. Lulu looks back at the stage and suddenly feels so very tiny, willing the words to come out of her mouth to give another bid, but each time she tries, no sound comes out and someone else places a bid over her silence.