Studying Kasumi, Ithi'Ka declines to answer the Count's earlier question.  If he is, as his name implies, then he might have the resources to figure out who Kasumi is.  He might even have the sway in Rekkenmark to pull favors among the inbred Karrn nobility to sway the military and interfere with their futures in some attempt to get his hands on her...<br/><br/>Right now, Ithi'Ka can't blame him a bit, and despite the twinge of guilt she feels at having realized it, she knows that she's incredibly aroused by the entire experience.  Something in her, in some dark pit of desire, wants to draw Kasumi to a meltdown of arousal, to pick away at that perfect facade to some desperately hungry core of need...<br/><br/>Closing her eyes, the drow turns back to the board, then looks up gently at the Count.  For the first time, she begins to smile, a slow, malicious smile.  One corner of her mouth quirks in an empathetic good, sporting cheer, and she tips her face to the side as she pushes her queen's rook's pawn two squares to challenge the count's pawn.