<em>Alia smiles warmly as she begins to settle down beside the changeling... at least, until the crack of a whip, fiery, cuts through the crowd, revaling a stern, handsome man with a dark flame blazing in his eyes as they cast about the room. His slender, fit form is clad entirely in black leather, contrasting with his milky white skin and auburn hair. Beside him stands a beauty, with long, shimmering red and orange locks, and a body as full and curvaceous as her reddish skin gives off a faint glow, her eyes like orbs of fire itself. Mere straps of leather and white silk crisscross her taut flesh. She seems unarmed by any weapon, but then, Ilaneshi, master warrioress though she is, seems to be as much as well. Into the shadows slips another, whose features she hasn't a chance to discern before, invisible, hidden by the darkness, he or she or even it begins its prowl. The finally member of the group is an immaculately beautiful blonde female, dressed in pristine white priestess' robes which cling to her body in all the right ways to show off her slender form without showing off a single inch of skin, save her hands and face, both a silver hue, almost as if she's a living statue of the beautiful metal, and, in a way, as luscious and alluring as her nearly-naked companion is, she is more beautiful, more stately, more perfect while at the same time lacking the sensuous appeal of the red-skinned beauty.<br/><br/>The whip-wielder, apparently their leader, gazes about the room.<br/><br/>"Search them all."<br/><br/>Immediately, they begin to move towards the most beautiful females in the room.</em>