<div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Zerxel's outfit</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/09xrgb6.gif)</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Xara's outfit</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/guUX5gc.jpg)</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Lady Lulia Vasily</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/lUpda7F.jpg)</div></div></div><br/><br/>Zerxel and Xara didn't exactly get along.  Having been assigned to different bunks they didn't associate overly much, but had gotten to know each other a little bit over the last year of training.  They knew each other enough to know they didn't particularly care for one another.  Xara considered Zerxel 'soft' and 'weak' and one who had turned her back on her true drow heritage.  Xara on the other hand appeared to Zerxel as too spiteful and opportunistic, personifying some of the more negative stereotypes that aboveground races held about drow women.  They had never declared against each other, but as the two drow in this year's contest, there was an obvious comparison between the two.  So when Zerxel entered the ball room, with the other contestants, she scanned with her sharp eyes.  The room was well lit, but not so bright as to sting the sensitive red orbs.  She locked eyes for a moment with the pale redheaded sponsor, and noted that the woman's own gaze shifted between herself and one other.  Zerxel followed the woman's gaze and saw what the redhead was gazing at.  The noblewoman's gaze was bouncing back and forth between Zerxel and Xara.  Xara was wearing an outfit that was representitive of the drow, tight leather, blood red trim, silver accents, and fishnet stockings made to resemble spider webs.  However her breasts were bared above the corset dress, and her smooth lipped vulva was clearly displayed below the open quarter skirt.  Xara had no computations about using her sexuality at this moment, and Zerxel sensed that she would quickly use those charms on whatever sponsor she could.<br/><br/>Zerxel knew she had to move quickly, and with her deft dancers grace, she politely and swiftly moved through the excited crowd of sponsors to reach the redheaded woman a few moments ahead of Xara.  The fellow drow turned and moved off to another sponsor when she realized that Zerxel had beat her to the redheaded woman.  The pale noblewoman smiled as Zerxel approached, her eyes gleaming.  Through that smile, past the ruby red painted lips, Zerxel saw the tips of two sharp fangs.  She knew instantly what this woman was, a vampire.  Not all vampires were evil, and certainly others must know, and she was here so she must have been invited.  Zerxel knew she could be in no danger from the undead beauty, but it was still a bit offputting to see a vampire so boldly out in the open.<br/><br/>The redheaded noble held out a delicate hand to Zerxel, allowing Zerxel to kiss it, as her full breasts strained through the lace cups that did nothing to hide the rosey pink nipples beneath.<strong>"Greetings Zerxel, I was hoping that you would seek me out first.  I am... delighted that you did so.  My name is Lady Lulia Vasily, I am a noble of no small wealth and interested in sponsoring either you or your... friend Xara in this coming match." </strong>She practically purred,<strong>"As long as you are willing to meet my stipulations of course.  But first, tell me my dark skinned beauty, what strategy do you have for tomorrow?"</strong>