Gradually Avuldri followed the rhythms and motions of Sabisstra.  She decided to give the older drow's advice a try, and removed her garments more slowly and only giving them partial glances.  The audience did not seem to mind or notice the difference, as the tantalizing imagery of what<em>might</em>be under her clothes was often sexier than what was right in front of them.  Even from backstage earlier it became obvious that the pair received more cheers and catcalls than the gnomes before them.<br/><br/><em>I can do that,</em>Avuldri communicated.<em>There's already a customer here who I was with yesterday night.  Tiefling man, goes by the name of Rixsten.  Connected lower planes merchant who thinks with his dick when it comes to elf-girls.  Should be easy to persuade him.  I can probably hook you up if I suggest a threesome.</em><br/><br/><br/>Sabisstra's other plan, to show off her partner as 'submissive,' also worked.  Even though the reality was different, the dance communicated that Avuldri was pliable in all the right ways, and that Sabisstra was the kind of drow who liked being in control in the bedroom, playing upon the men who fantasized about dominating and being dominated by women.<br/><br/>Eventually the show came to a close, leaving the two of them clad in nothing more but strategically placed cloth shared between the two of them.<br/><br/>"Take it off!" someone shouted.<br/><br/>Avuldri looked in his direction and fluttered her eyes, her way of saying "I know you want this, but you'll need to try harder than that to get it."<br/><br/>Unable to take it any longer, several of the men immediately got up after the show and began looking for an idle whore or two to release their pent-up desire.<br/><br/><em>Gain 300 experience points for finding out new information and the sexy dance.</em><br/><br/>"Looks like you have some new admirers," Madame Lemaire said as Sabisstra and Avuldri made their way backstage.  "There's a sorcerer who wishes to have a stimulating conversation with you up in one of the rooms," she said to Sabisstra.<br/><br/>"And you," she said, turning to Avuldri, "have a werewolf swordsman beckoning for your name in the audience."<br/><br/>"We didn't tell any of them our names, Lemaire," she replied.<br/><br/>"It's a figure of speech, deary.  Now get dressed and come on out to meet your new clients."<br/><br/>Avuldri's customer was a gray-furred werewolf in the hybrid form between wolf and man.  His hungry eyes gazed at her chest as she walked out into the atrium.  Sabisstra could sense the slight tinge of fear from her as she briefly gulped at the size of this 6 foot eight tower of a beast.  Without waiting any further he sweeped her off her feet and carried her to the nearest empty room.<br/><br/>"Eek!" Avuldri squealed in shock at losing her footing.<br/><br/><br/>Sabisstra was greeted with that familiar mental image, of a pathway up the stairs and into a lone room.  Except this time it was occupied by a figure clad head to toe in black robes.  By the time she met the person face to face, he (she?) was busy reading a book as the dark elf noble entered.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Knowledge Dungeoneering or Local DC 13</div><div class="spoiler_body">This person is a Dark One, an Underdark race known for traveling in nomadic bands and keeping out of sight and out of mind from the other races.  Even the drow, with their powerful magic, could not divine much information on them, aside from the fact that there are at least 2 different sub-races of them, and they are all clad in clothes which leave nary a trace of skin exposed.</div></div><br/><br/>"Good day to you, child of Lolth," the man said.  "You might be surprised to hear this, but the kind of companionship I'm interested in is not solely relegated to sex.  If you'll take a seat here."<br/><br/>He pulled out a chair for her.<br/><br/>"My name is Haristar," he said.  "I am a sorcerer who travels far and wide, accumulating tomes of all subjects.  My people rarely have the luxury of libraries and other storehouses of knowledge, which is probably all the more reasons why these tomes fascinate me so.  The drow, from what I hear, have no lack of privilege in this regard.  I can tell that you're not a commoner, as your society calls them.  By your stance, the way you carry yourself.  You must surely have an educated upbringing.  Humor me, for a bit, and share your knowledge with me."<br/><br/><br/><em>Display the wisdom of your people with a Knowledge check (or related "scholarly" skill) of your choice.  The higher the result, the more entertaining Haristar finds your conversation.</em>