<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/l7R8A3h.jpg)</div><br/>Zerxel stepped out into a large circular room.  Directly at her feet was a five foot wide section of flooring that ran all the way around the circumference of the room, and immediately in front of her were a set of wraught iron stairs, hanging from chains that descended about five feet down into the central part of the room.  The center of the room, sunk five feet below the lip Zerxel was currently standing upon was covered in soft sand, much like the floor of the arena that Zerxel had seen upon first entering the dungeon.  Though this sand was dark and black instead of golden brown.  Above her head the roof arched up into a dome that resembled an underground cavern, replete with stalactites etched with glowing farie fire, and glowing lichen that very much resembled the underdark's most common sources of lighting.  In the center of the circular floor floated a glowing orb of inky black shadow.  It curled and flowed, ebbing and flowing like a fog bank, held in place in the shape of a foot wide sphere, hovering two feet from the ground.<br/><br/>Zerxel had a minute to take all of this in before a door just like the one she'd exited through opened on the far side of the arena.  From it strode the woman she expected, Xara, the drow necromancer.  For just a moment, Zerxel had to admit that the woman was a prime example of drow beauty.  Her form was lean but she had full proud breasts that stood pertly despite the fact that she was also nude much like Zerxel was.  Her hair, a gleaming white that reflected the multi colored shine from the faerie fire above them was almost impossibly long, reaching down to just past her knees and seemingly moving as if being blown by a light breeze.  Like Zerxel, she was nude, though much like Zerxel's nipple rings which hadn't been removed, Zerxel noticed that Xara was wearing her white warpaint.  Warpaint that during training in the last few months had been found to be able to hold one of various magical enchantments.<br/><br/>From off to her right, Zerxel suddenly heard the voice of the Fiend.  Turning her head enough to see him there, where he hadn't been a moment ago, he stood on the outer ring gesturing at the two drow.  He spoke in a booming voice,<strong> "Before I allow the eyebots to reactivate, both of you know what is at stake.  I have offered both of you the same promise of power, and you both know what it is that I am looking for.  I promise you both that if you do not make this fight entertaining, should you be the victor, I will be less than pleased.  Remember that my motivation is for your kin to see the power of Malefactus.  Fight as if pleasing me is the only thing that matters.  I warn you also that I will not take kindly to the maiming of one another or disfiguring, this will be a fight to see who can bring the other to orgasm three times.  Restrain, subdue, injure if you must, but remember the goal is to show your sexual dominance over the other.  Since I've already taken the virginity of both of you, in every way possible as the world watched, I remind you that there is no problem with penetrating your opponent.  Fingers, tongue... whatever else you might think of, remember to dominate her.  Is there anything either of you would like to say in the moments before the eyebots return to life and the battle begins?"</strong><br/><br/>Even fifty feet away, Zerxel could hear Xara snort and call out,<strong> "Yes, why don't you just let me win sister?  I promise to take you with me to the next level as my thrall.  We could work as a team, and who would be able to beat a shadowblade like yourself and a necromancer like me, especially when I have the Fiend as my counselor.  You know I would be a very good mistress to you."</strong><br/><br/>The Fiend gave Zerxel a chance to reply before chuckling and saying,<strong>"Enter the ring and wait for my call to begin."</strong>Both drow women walked down the iron stairs and onto the black sand, only to have the stairs pull back upwards on the iron chains.  Five feet wasn't an especially high wall and it would normally be no problem for either drow to climb out onto the upper ledge.  However as soon as the stairs were retracted a ring of black smoke, similar to the orb in the center, covered the wall and lapped upwards from it like black flame, though slower moving and sinuous like fog.  Suddenly from the ceiling an almost imperceptable buzzing started and Zerxel looked up to see several eyebots descending before engaging their pseudo cloak, making them almost impossible to spot without focusing.  She knew they were now broadcasting her nude and unarmed form again.  How many thousands of people were watching right now?  In reality, Zerxel knew that the odds were that there was probably every single Æthertube in the world was tuned to this moment.  The counselors intentionally staggered these fights out so that only one was happening at a time, and they didn't begin till every last living contestant had made it to a counselor's chambers.  Every eyebot in the dungeon right now was likely either dark, or watching this fight.  Zerxel had known this, but still the thought of it caused her heart to begin beating rapidly, knowing that the entire world was about to watch her win or lose at a sex fight.  The Fiend called out again,<strong> "My two chosen contestants will now fight for my sponsorship.  Two beautiful drow from the underdark, these beauties remember that it was not so long ago that their people called upon me for great power, a power which I am glad to give to one of them for their supplication.  A power that other drow might make use of in the future, should they likewise submit.  But these two women will now fight to see who is the more dominant and deserving of my attention.  The first to be forced to orgasm three times is the loser.  But be-careful, for you may notice some of my shadow smoke about the arena... it will grow over time, one touch and you will find yourself momentarily stunned by your own raging lusts.  I would recommend avoiding it if you wish to win."</strong><br/><br/>There was a long pregnant pause as the fiend looked back and forth between the two naked drow and then he simply said,<strong> "Begin."</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">So, here's how this is going to work.  You're going to describe your attack strategy to me, and go ahead and roll whatever you think is appropriate.  Like say for example you decide a simple charging attack might work best, only to stop at the last moment and slide into the sand and kick some up at her face.... that would be a good use of your rogue skills.  So you'd roll 4d6, 3 for body and 1 for rogue.  Then I'll roll for HER attack and write out the reply, and if her roll is higher, she wins that round of combat, if hers is lower she loses. <br/><br/>Three successful rounds makes the opponent have her first orgasm.<br/>Two successful rounds after that gives her the second orgasm.<br/>Then it only takes one successful combat round to give them their final losing orgasm.<br/><br/>incorporating the shadowy lust smoke in some way might give you a bonus, but I'm keeping that secret for now.  :)<br/><br/>Finally you still have two 'uses' of the vampire blood.  Since we changed from RISUS to ERPS, I'll say that you can burn a point of vampire blood to change any die roll from a 1,2, or 3, into a 6.</div></div>