For a moment, a ripple of primal dread rippled through those Kallian directed her ire toward. It was no pale echo of the aura of fear the dragoness had once cloaked herself in, but a glimpse at the truth of what she still was, though her form had been changed. Though the human's mouth had been opening to bid, he froze in place, seemingly unable to make himself say the words - or perhaps having forgotten them entirely. The blue goblin fared worse, having less bravado than the Pathfinder, and reflexively shrunk back and inch or two from Kallian.<br/><br/>Though the wanderer managed to hold his composure a little better, he didn't snap out a counter-bid immediately, and, if one watched closely, one might see his hand falter a little as he spun his shillelagh; the dragoness' wrath had left him shaken.<br/><br/>The gaze of the last suitor fell on Kallian with all the force of sledgehammer. The presence of the minotaur seemed to expand, clashing invisibly with that of the dragoness, the air wrought with tension. Perhaps it was his greater size that allowed him to hold his ground against her in the smaller frame she'd been confined to, or perhaps it was sheer stubbornness... but either way, after a breathless moment... the brute blinked first, folding his arms and sneering. Though his body language refused to admit it, the silence in the wake of Kallian's bid made it obvious she's successfully asserted her dominance over all of them, at least for the time being.<br/><br/>That wasn't to last, though - at least not in one case. It was, after all, hard to fear someone when a dancing, writhing succubus is making you forget that anyone else at all is in the room, let alone the one you should fear. His green eyes are wide as he stares, all but hypnotized by the tana'ri's gyrations.<br/><br/>Showing surprisingly quick reflexes - especially considering how entranced he is - the wanderer catches one of the steins that Astarotte unceremoniously sent flying, swigging down its contents to moisten his throat before calling out. "600 gold, though lass, I know what else is worth more!" a mischievous sparkle in his eye. He tosses the stein over his shoulder (though a Serpent Wench catches it on her tray adeptly with nary a glance towards the commotion), a flash of a gold coin appearing in his hand, tumbling over long, dextrous fingers, glinting wickedly.<br/><br/><br/>Despite the raw carnal appeal of Astarotte's performance, however, not everyone's attention is drawn to her. Everyone within range of her voice turns, unconsciously drawing a little closer to the devil's voice that, for tonight, at least, might have shamed an angel with its beauty. The eyes on her are hardly Xhi'yu'Chy'me's alone.<br/><br/>The kobold is a rapt audience, as before, and she can feel the gaze of several of the more mysterious figures of the audience falling on her, from the tattooed woman and the serpentine man to the figure sitting cross-legged nearby, not perched atop a chair, but levitating in midair, yellow of skin and white of hair, crowned with ram's horns. An odd metallic humanoid, nude and quite unlike anything Lustiel has ever seen, (though the vestigial wings that perch on her shoulders remind Lustiel and perhaps Astarotte of<em>something</em>), watches her with unconcealed, childlike wonder. Even the Bearded Reaver pauses for a moment to appreciate her music.<br/><br/>All conversation near her dies down, in contrast to the chaos the succubus is stirring up, leaving a sharp contrast between the cacophony Astarotte inspires and the tranquility of Lustiel's performance; chaos and order, side by side.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Feel free to make Knowledge checks if you like, either here or via PM for those who care to try to identify any of the guests' races or at least clues of some kind about them.</div></div>