<div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Tsarra</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/dcJA7aB.jpg?1)</div></div></div><br/>Zerxel certainly did draw some gazes as she moved through the ball room, though if truth be told, all fifty of the contestants were quickly moving to the exit as the clock chimed midnight.  Most girls looking the same as they had when they entered, well coifed and elegant.  However some, like Zerxel, bore obvious signs of having had a bit of fun with sponsors.  From across the way, Zerxel's keen drow eyes caught the sight of the elven lass, Tsarra Sataleeti Moonbow.  Zerxel's impression at first was that the girl must have worked up a sweat dancing, for her traditional elven garb was all still in place, but her hair was mussed and her face was shiny with sweat.  But then as the girls began filing through the door back to the temple proper, Zerxel was able to turn and look, and noticed that it was not sweat on the elven woman's face, but copious amounts of semen, dripping down her fine elven cheeks and splattered across her bared cleavage.  Doubtlessly she'd secured a sponsor as well.<br/><br/>What follows after the contestants are ushered out of the ball room is barely restrained chaos.  Some of the girls seeking out their allies to tell of the sponsors they felt they had secured, for in truth, no one knew for certain that a sponsor would actually follow through on their word.  More than one girl breaking down into tears for one reason or another.  But over all, the judges of Cyril shepherding the contestants back into the temple prime where they could have thirty minutes to bathe and prepare for bed.  Zerxel did not, unfortunately have time to seek out Bo or Tsarra, though she did see both women from a distance.  The dwarf's face was inscrutable, and it was hard to tell at a glance how she'd fared during the presentation and sponsor's ball.<br/><br/>Zerxel was able to bathe, but she couldn't shake the lustful urges and desires that rolled through her body thinking about her encounter with the Lady Vasily.  She found even the touch of a sponge enough to instantly drive her nipples to rock hardness and feel her nether lips opening, eager for more.  But there was no time for that, and pages that attended her in the bath, and such erotic self pleasure wouldn't be allowed at this time.  She returned to her bunk where her and the other 9 bunkmates in her room were put under a gentle sleep spell, woken late in the morning.<br/><br/>She dresses in the light robes that all contestants wear and is ushered by silent pages through a set routine.  Again her schedule is out of her hands and she is rushed through a simple but filling meal of fruit, oat meal, fresh juices, and more water than she can comfortably finish.  She does though as she knows that this is her last chance to have a proper meal before the dungeon.  Once inside she may have to accept far less palatable alternatives, and the hunt for food and water may be difficult.  Then it comes time for the examination.  All contestants know what is to happen so there is little surprise.  She is taken into a cool room and directed to strip down and lay back on a table with her feet in high stirrups.  She does so under the gaze of the mysterious purple cowled priests.  Once in place, three of the purple - robed cowled figures steps forward.  The judges of Cyril, impartial and devoid of emotion, it is impossible to tell their gender, their age, anything about them because of the magical shadows that cling to the cowl.  But as they close in around her naked form, she does her best to try to relax.  The first steps between her splayed thighs and with silk covered gloves parts her labia.  She can feel the heavy outer labia parting and the cool air that slides along her sex sends a ripple up her spine.  She knows her sex is moist, but can do nothing about it.  She must lie here and silently take it.  The judge's hooded cowl lowers, it's face very close now to her exposed slit.<br/><br/><strong>"Unsoiled,"</strong>it intones in a gender-less voice, as it then straightens and backs away.  It's cool silk gloves leaving her slightly aroused slit.<br/><br/>A second steps into the same place that the first just vacated and kneels down.  Zerxel can feel silk gloved hands spreading her muscular ass cheeks apart, and forces herself to relax as a silken finger slides into the tight bud of her asshole.  The penetration feels somehow pleasant and not intrusive as she'd thought it would, and it's almost a disappointment as it withdraws and the judge stands to likewise say,<br/><strong>"Unsoiled."</strong><br/><br/>A third judge steps along side the table and leans over her face.  Even this close, even with her drow eyesight, Zerxel can not see the face underneath the judge's cowl.  She opens her mouth and the judge leans in, almost as if it was about to kiss her.  She can hear it sucking in breath through it's nose.  However this time there's a pause.  It does so again, drawing deeper breath.  It stands and looks at it's fellow judges before bending over and 'smelling' Zerxel's mouth again.<br/><br/><strong>"Is she soiled?"</strong>The first judge asks.<br/><br/>The one standing next to her straightens and shakes it's cowled head.<strong>"No, but there is.... something.  Fetch the judge who guarded her last night."</strong>Then the judge seems to look at Zerxel and asked plainly,<strong>"Contestant, did you allow a man to take the virginity of your mouth?"</strong><br/><br/>Zerxel shakes her head, suddenly realizing that the sup of the vampire's blood must be what they are sensing.  That can't disqualify her can it?  She's a virgin in all three of her sacred holes!  They never said anything about drinking blood.  Certainly it couldn't be the oral sex, contestants practice that on each other during the year of training.  A fourth judge arrives and all four judges converse for a short while in voices that even her elven ears can't pick up.  Then the judge returns and smells her mouth one last time before straightening and intoning,<strong>"Unsoiled."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Contestant,"</strong>intones the first Judge.<strong>"You have been found worthy of entering the Dungeon. May Cyril light your path."</strong>As it speaks, the Judge steps forward. In its hand is a silver stamp, such as those used by the bureaucrats to imprint the seal of the State on important documents. The Judge presses the stamp into the meaty flesh of her upper arm. There is a flash of searing pain, and the Judge withdraws. The Sigil, Zerxel knows, even as she prods at the tender flesh. She isn't sure of the details, but she knows it is how they monitor her in the Dungeon, among other things.<br/><br/>The Judges file out, leaving her alone for a few moments to gather herself. In just a few hours, she will be in the Dungeon. Her life, her eternal future, will shrink down to a handful of hours. How far will she get? Will she make it to her chosen Counselor? Will she make it to the Reaping levels? Or will she end up trapped, becoming a Denizen? Or worse...fall prey to the dreaded Void.  After a minute or two a page,  a mute slave girl, shows up to take Zerxel to bathing facilities.  She is given simple but high quality soap and scents and given time to prepare.  Afterwards, Zerxel re-dons the contestants robe and the slave girl helps her with her hair.  It is unclear if the slaves in the temple of Cyril are mute by choice, magic, or training, but almost never are they heard speaking, and it is known that those who serve well and with conviction find their way into the ranks of the priesthood of Cyril.  So it is with no surprise that the slave girl shows absolutely no emotion, simple detachment and duty as she helps Zerxel with her ablutions.<br/><br/>Each contestant, once prepared, is led to a private room with an Æthertube and given the rare privacy to contact the counselor of their choice.  Of course, time is very limited to contact the counselors and with forty nine other contestants there is a bit of competition to talk to the most desirable .  Zerxel knows that she has an hour to speak with the counselors, and needs to make the most of it.  However she notices that there are only twenty counselors listed to contact.  Strange as each dungeon has twenty four each year, which four might be missing?  It is impossible to know for certain as some years there are different counselors than others.  Whatever reason there might be for limiting her choices, she does not know.  If she waits to talk to the most popular counselors listed, like the paladin, the dragon, or the abject lord, she may have little time to speak to them, and little time to speak with others.  Then again other counselors might be a waste of time as well, it is said that the barbarian doesn't even talk, so what purpose his name on the dial might serve is unknown.  But Zerxel needs to make her first choice because the time started the moment the door closed behind her.  Likewise she had given her word not to choose a counselor of the divine realms, so her time would not well be spent on the four listed, the archion, paladin, priest, or valkyrie.<br/><br/>Should she try to talk to her first choice, or see if she can communicate with one of the less popular counselors on the list?  Her hand moves to the dial that tunes the Æthertube screen to the proper Ætherwave for her first contestant.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">You'll get through to your first choice with no problem, and depending on how long you talk to each counselor, you will be able to talk to at least one other, possibly more.  I've left it somewhat vague who the other 16 counselors are on the screen other than the 4 divine counselors so you can really choose whatever one you want.</div></div>