The bartender, with a gaze that seemed to see through the shadowy veils of the cyberspace, nodded slightly at Zeb's request. With the subtle flair of someone seasoned in the underground dealings, he poured another drink for a customer and then leaned in closer to Zeb. In a low tone meant only for Zeb's ears, the bartender mentioned that he knows someone who can arrange that kind of access. However, it would come at a price or perhaps require a favor in return. The bartender suggested that he could set up a meeting if Zeb was interested. The bartender then discreetly slid a coaster towards Zeb with a time and a coded location written on the underside, indicating where and when the intermediary would be available to discuss terms for access to the auction.

taken in #corpo-district