But Oliver didn't take the number plate, instead, he said, "I'm here with this lady."

The waiter did not hesitate and turned to hold the number plate to me, "Madam, this is your number plate."

I didn't pick up the number plate either, and the waiter kept bending down and waiting for me respectfully.

Because of the waiter's actions, several guests looked at me.

I asked Oliver in a low voice.

"What the hell is this place." There are weird masked people everywhere here, as well as number plates. Is it auctioned?

Oliver finally answered this time, "Auction."

Oliver's answer confirmed my guess.

"Auction? What to buy? Antiques? Or famous...