Welcome gentlemen and thank you to the Bank of London for allowing us to use their wonderful bank vault as the location for tonight's auction. We've even been locked in for half an hour, to protect the priceless exhibits we'll be viewing this evening. How exciting! I open the Ancient Egyptian treasure chest which I've been employed to assess in order to verify its age. I can confirm that it is genuine, and I can even translate the hieroglyphics inside. "Those who seek to uncover the secrets of the Pharaoh will themselves be uncovered". I wonder what that means? I continue my lecture, but can't help noticing that several, no ALL, of the men are unbuttoning their shirts. What on earth's going on? Then I suddenly realise that I AM pulling up my dress, displaying my slip and stocking tops. Surely we haven't been cursed? This MUST be mass hysteria. There's no way I'm going to end up fully naked in a room full of naked men, is there? IS THERE?