<div class="floatright"><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/>The lady vampire ran one hand down the silken gown she wore, resting it on a curved hip and cocking it slightly as she listened to Zerxel's plan.  She bit lightly on her lip before replying, as if considering, and then said,<strong>"I am very interested in sponsoring a drow, yourself or your... apparently not so much friend.  While it is true I stand to gain or lose great fortune by gambling on the events inside the dungeon, this is something I could accomplish without sponsoring anyone.  However there is great prestige among the wealthy, among the nobility, for being the sponsor of one who does well.  If you make it to the reaping levels, my fortune would be enhanced.  But were you to make it to the reaping levels and then choose to exit, I could make both of us very wealthy.  With your fame, and somewhat exotic racial past, I could promise you a life of comfort, wealth, and pleasure."</strong><br/><br/>She smirked and smiled, an effect that again exposed the tips of her fangs,<strong> "...and if you really pleased me, a life that could go far beyond the lifespan of your people."</strong><br/><br/>She watched for Zerxel's reaction before saying,<strong>"Cards on the table?  Undeath isn't bad you know.  I'm no monster that steals into children's beds at night and leaves families mourning.  I feed only from the willing, and there are those who gladly join me in the act simply for my attentions.  I do have a few beloved companions that have joined me in the everlasting night, but never a drow, and never a champion who survived the dungeon.  I find your strategy of a small group of trusted friends acceptable, and will lay out my terms to you."</strong><br/><br/>She cocked her hip and ran her hand back up her skirt, letting one finger lightly stroke her own nipple through the barely there lace cup,<strong> "I would be willing to see that you go into the dungeon with a material advantage, and if you can tell me what items or weapons you desire, I can even try to see those provided.  But in return, I require only three things." </strong>She held up her delicate hands and popped up three fingers as she listed her requirements,<strong> "First you shall join me in a private audience.  There you shall let me taste the blood of a champion.  Not enough to harm you, at least not so much that a good night's sleep won't remedy.  Then afterwards you shall pleasure me.  I am aware that I am not to take your virginity, but there is much sensual pleasure that can be had short of such an act, and I assure you, I have quite a bit of control.  The second thing is an oath, sworn to me and witnessed and bound by yon priest there," </strong>She nodded at the judge, the priest of Cyril who stood silently behind Zerxel,<strong>"That if you exit the dungeon, you spend one month as my pampered guest at my estates.  Where you will cater to my pleasures and tell me of your home under the ground.  I will tempt you to see the pleasures of my way of life, but will not force you."<br/><br/>"Finally,"</strong>she said popping up the third finger, but now her face went from sultry and seductive to serious,<strong>"I would require that you not choose a counselor of the divine realms.  Their kind have unfairly persecuted me for centuries now.  Despite my trying to live a 'good' life, and having had no choice in my conversion to what I am today, they retain a single minded and stubborn view of what I am.  I have had to take many precautions in my life to avoid being in a.... difficult... situation with those claiming to do the will of the divine, and I'd have no champion who would take allegiance with them."</strong><br/><br/>Lady Vasily took a deep breath, causing her breath to heave, and let the serious nature on her face slide off, to be replaced with the sultry demeanor she'd had previously before adding,<strong>"Of course, I'll also mention that if you accept my conditions, and we adjourn to an alcove, were you to keep me pleased for the next hour, I'll certainly have no time to find another contestant.  Thus the coin I've allocated for sponsorship would be yours alone.  What say you?"</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">You may make a 1d6 roll for your cliche as a mage.  If you roll a 5 or a 6, Zerxel knows that being turned to a vampire is not as simple as simply being bitten by one. <br/>Even if you roll a 1-4 however, you know that the judge that follows you wouldn't allow you to come to any serious harm, though you're not sure how far that 'protection' extends exactly.<br/><br/>Also, if you WANT to try to secure her sponsorship, but NOT spend the rest of the hour with her, you can make a seductress roll.  One thing I'd like to note however is she didn't say you HAD to exit the dungeon, just that if you did, then you'd have to spend a month with her.</div></div>