The dwarf seemed a little offput by the question about her time with the Blacksmith as a counselor and seemed evasive,<strong>"I.. I'd rather not talk about that right now.  I'm not..."</strong>she sighed softly,<strong>"I'm not overly proud of what happened in the counselors chambers, what I... I had to do.  I'll just say that while Finellen and I n'er got allong overwell, I still didn't like ha'en to do that to another dwarf.  Let's... lets just leave it at that."</strong>She shrugged and added,<strong>"As fer the dungeon so far, it took me a while te find ya after I saw ya fall into the lake.  Part of me wonders why I saw ya, I only caught sight of one other contestant across the lake, but couldn't make out who they were.  Sounded like some spiderlings holed up in a building, but I skirted past it, didn't think you could have gotten that far yet.  But I'm more focused on what's ahead o' us."</strong><br/><br/>Bo turned around slightly in the tub so she was mostly facing Zerxel, their faces very close and she said softly,<strong>"You're a strange one Zerxel, tis why I always liked ye.  I cannae say I approve of the Fiend as a choice for counselor, but yer here, an that counts fer something.  Growin up, my granma told stories about the old days, 'afore the war, an how the Drow an' Dwarves would clash.  She said a lotta unkind things about your people, an I see none of em in you.  Kinda what makes ya so fascinating."</strong><br/><br/>Her eyes gleamed for a moment and then she winked at Zerxel,<strong>"Ya' remember Headmistress Ravensoul's class, what she said on the third day?"</strong><br/><br/>"No," Zerxel replied, her hands lightly stroking the dwarf's soft wet skin,<em>"She said a lot of stuff."</em><br/><br/>Bo sighed and stared intently into Zerxel's eyes, almost as if she were trying to will the drow to remember, or pick up on a hint that she was putting across.<strong> "Sure'n you remember, it was the first day of the headmistress's class, she talked about how there were...different...kinds of people?" </strong>Her russet colored eyebrows, looking black in the dim light and while wet, went up and down as if suggesting that she was trying to hint at something important.<br/><br/>Zerxel stopped and tried to remember the headmistress's class.  What was it that Bo was getting at exactly?<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/kZCfVt4.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">The world of Eden, Year 440 pi</span><br/>The Temple of Cyril<br/><br/>Headmistress Ravensoul strutted back and forth in front of the women seated on cushions on the floor.  Her long black velvet cloak opened and closed as she walked, exposing her naked body beneath.  She seemed irate and none of the potential contestants in this class wanted to irritate her lest they draw her ire.  So they sat quietly as she paced, waiting for her to break the silence.  Finally she stopped, holding her magical staff in one hand, she lightly caressed the top of it with the other.  Looking down at the contestants taht sat on the ground before her she finally asked, "Name an aspect of the dungeon that can swing your fortunes in a heartbeat."  She pointed the crystal topped staff at Astrid, the large breasted gnome.<br/><br/>Astrid fidgeted for a moment on the cushions and stammered out, "Uhhhmmm sex headmistress?"<br/><br/>Headmistress Ravensoul rolled her eyes and sighed and simply pointed her staff at the next girl in line, a cold hearted mage named Tharja.  The fair skinned girl with dark features sighed in turn and said, "Magic obviously."<br/><br/>Headmistress Ravensoul lashed out with her crystal tipped staff, the base slapping again'st Tharja's thigh with lightning speed and leaving a red mark, causing the haughty mage to cry out in the face of the sudden blow.  "No, not obviously!"  The headmistress announced.  "Sex?  Strength?  Magic?  Arms?  Provisions?  Training?  A counselor?  These aren't things that are going to change your fortune.  You'll rely on them to survive, but in a clutch moment, a moment when one of these fails you, you need more."  She pointed her staff at Zerxel.<br/><br/>In that moment the drow felt like she'd been summoned to the matron mother's presence, and she was about to be punished.  She swallowed somewhat nervously and said the first thing that came to her mind.  "Uhhh sponsors...ma'am?"<br/><br/><br/>The headmistress smiled, Zerxel had guessed correctly.  "Yes," she said nodding as she resumed pacing, "A sponsor who watches you at home may contribute to the temple of Cyril, allowing the judges to provide you with help when you need it most, possibly even before you realize you need it.  Remember that survival is important, but playing to the eyebots, giving the sponsors at home a good show, that can get you their favor.  But there is a problem.  Can anyone guess what it is?"<br/><br/>It was Terra who spoke up, normally quiet she asked more than said, "Because there are so many different potential sponsors, and you never know who is going to take a liking to you?"  Then respectfully bowed her head and added, "Miss?"<br/><br/>Headmistress Ravensoul nodded her head, "That's exactly right.  Being bold and brutal might gain you the attention of a sponsor who enjoys the more martial aspects of the dungeon, but it might turn off those who favor a sharp mind, or someone who enjoys watching the sensuality and sexuality that happens.  You might be able to survive, even thrive in the dungeon by seducing your way past opponents, fucking your way to the reaping level, but then some potential sponsors might look at you like a base whore, and cheer for you to fall.  You might pledge yourself to the Priest, and try to protect your virginity, and gain the favor of those who still follow the old pious ways and appreciate such chastity, but how will others see that?  As cowardice perhaps?  So how do you know who is watching you and when?  How can you decide the right way to act in order to gain sponsors?"<br/><br/>The class was silent, waiting for her to speak for a very long time.  For over a minute she simply stood there staring at the class waiting for someone to answer.  Finally the half orc, sometimes very blunt simply snorted and said, "Fucking hells below, I don't know, I'm going to just be myself."<br/><br/>The headmistress smiled at Yanna, "Very good miss Bonebreak, very good."  Then to the rest of the class she announced, "Be yourself, that is the best bet, for waffling can lead to indesicion.  More than that, sponsors are going to have an image of what you are.  It might be true, it might not be, but playing to that image will cement you in their minds.  If one of those minds is a wealthy patron, your favor may turn.  So tell me Miss Bonebreak, when people are sitting at home or in groups watching you in the dungeon, what will they immediately think about you?"<br/><br/>Yanna thought for a moment and nodded, "That I'm probably strong, maybe I'm not too bright because of my orcish heritage.  Probably assume that I have a bad temper and fly off the handle at a moments notice?"<br/><br/>"Do you?" Headmistress Ravensoul asked quirking an eyebrow up.<br/><br/>"Not overly much," Yanna answered honestly.  "I mean, I can lose my temper at times, but I think... uh... I think everyone does?"<br/><br/>"But who is most likely to be watching your channel, someone who wants to see a half orc that is calm and collected, or one that seems fierce and ready to rage?"<br/><br/>Yanna nodded her head, "I see your point."<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">The world of Eden, Year 441 pi</span><br/>The baths at the Tipped Tankard Tavern & Inn<br/><br/><strong>"Sooooo...."</strong>Bo said as their slippery soapy breasts pressed together, her strong dwarven hands sliding around Zerxel's waist to reach down and cup the drow's buttocks,<strong>"You tell me Zerxel, do you or do you not know how I want to be pleasured, just the two of us here?  One dwarf, one drow, alone with our lusts?"</strong><br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">This was left very vague what Bo is trying to get at since you only rolled one success on your mind roll.  Still I think you're smart enough to figure it out.  :)</div></div>