"Well aren't they cheeky..." The Bitch Queen crooned in amusement as it noticed the new arrivals. It rolled it's soft shoulders back toward the Succubi Queen, Flrting with her to make her feel uneasy and inadaquate. It worked and Malanthet retreated leaving Na'Amah to adopt a slinky prideful pose to demonstrate it's status. The bitch queen then looked over at Dispater. From Na'Amah's observations Dispater was the most desirable of the Lords of the Nine. Such a fortunate coincidence that he was there at the auction.<br/><br/>The Nycoloth that made a bid and approached was certainly charming enough. Something that was a bit counter-intuitive to what Na'Amah expected from that particular breed of Daemon. Then again it didn't appear to be just an other Nycoloth. "The pleasure is mine Sir Erebus" It game The Bitch Queen a moment to decide on whether or not to address it's new acquaintance as Dame instead. Eventually it just took a gamble.<br/><br/>"I'm not sure if this trinket interests me much. I do not care for fire or those who manipulate it. I was thinking if I won it I might return it to the Sultan just to establish a friendly relationship with him." Na'Amah debated and finally called out "Sixty."<br/><br/>Around that same time one Na'Amah's chilling handmaidens responded to a telepathic message from her queen and ventured toward Dispater.  She waited patiently for an opening, curtsying when she finally got the chance. "Your Grace. My mistress, The Majesty Na'Amah, would like to extend it's greetings to you."