<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/4IltC5z.jpg)</div><br/>Zerxel paid the glances and disinterest no mind.  Either people would come to her, or they wouldn't, and she wasn't about to change her simple strategy to please everyone.  Besides, everyone had their preferences, so it was only natural that only a few people would come her way, especially with forty-nine other people in the hall, all wanting the same thing as she was vying for.  The glass was a little stifling, a little cramped, but Zerxel put it out of her mind as she watched the sponsors mill about the other contestants, finding the assorted people intriguing for different reasons.  She returned her red eyes to the front though when the first truly interested sponsors, and there were two for the price of one, stopped before her tube.  The way one of them circled her, like a predator in the lightless tunnels of her home, although she couldn't immediately sense any malevolent intent, just curiosity, only earned a glance from the dark elf duelist before she nodded when the other tapped on the glass, telling her to seek them out.  She'd see what they had to offer, before making her decision, but no sooner had they walked away did a new arrival stop before her.  And this woman, wearing almost next to nothing herself, was quite intriguing to the Drow elf.  As open minded as she was, Drow society still had hold outs from the old days before Pandora's arrival, (and with women becoming increasingly prevalent, it was understandable why some were slow to let the idea go,) that believed women were the superior sex.  While Zerxel didn't believe one gender was better than the other, she did tend to lean more towards women over men.  She couldn't explain why, just that she loved breasts and cunts over cocks and pecs, but every so often, Zerxel had taken her share of the latter, without breaking her purity.<br/><br/>Shaking off her drifting thoughts, Zerxel smirked and bent forward a little before blowing a kiss in return to the fiery redhead before she departed, making it clear she'd be seeking her out first if at all possible.  The next man she only nodded, but made no plans to seek him out unless time permitted, and even then she doubted she would.  Only circumstances that followed would tell if he got so lucky.  As for the next redhead, Zerxel met her green eyed, probing look with her own crimson red orbs, and held it for the full five minutes, not about to lose a staring match to anyone.  Weakness, even if this staring match wasn't a show of dominance persay, wasn't something the Drow duelist tolerated in herself.  Still, she smiled and nodded when the brownish red haired woman went on her way just as the tubes started their descent.  The moment the tubes had opened up below the hall, Zerxel ran off, having the same intention of getting back to the Gala as quickly as possible, one of her pointed ears open to the priest of Cyrel's words the entire time.  The outfit she had chosen was thankfully easy to slip into, and she was able to make a beeline for the doors of the Gala hall with ease.  She wasn't about to hinder anyone else's chances, but it wouldn't surprise her if someone tried it anyway.  Vying for sponsors, at least as far as the rumors went, but in this Zerxel didn't believe them, said that there were those that went to nearly any lengths to see their chances were better than their fellow contestants by sabotaging their fellow contestants.  Even with the ever watchful judges of Cyril, they couldn't see everything, and the Drow were paranoid for a good reason, even in this day and age.<br/><br/>As for the rumors regarding how far some contestants would go with their sponsors to secure their patronage, that Zerxel did believe, but she wasn't afraid to use her body if that's what it took.  That said, if someone wanted information regarding her fellows, she wouldn't give away secrets freely, unless they were in regards to the contestants she didn't like, such as Xara the Necromancer.  Then all bets were off.  That said, Zerxel moved gracefully through the ballroom, seeking out the fiery redheaded woman or the two men she had been told to seek out first.  Hopefully they hadn't wandered away too far, time was of the essence after all, and who was to say she'd even like the sponsors she was hoping to sway for support?  No, she needed to get this done as fast as possible and see what happened from there, so she shimmied her way across the stone floor, her dancer's outfit accentuating her dark, slender curves quite nicely, the color offsetting her black skin in such a way that she was hard not to notice even among such an array of sexually alluring beauties she found herself among.  At least that's what she told herself as Zerxel cast her red eyes about, half tempted to climb a pillar partially, and get a better view of the immediate area.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">First rolls of the game.</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Vergil1989 rolled: 3d6<br/>Comment: Rogue target search<br/>Result: 4, 1, 2,<br/>Total: 7</div></div>