"Two hundred!" snapped out the Pathfinder confidently - thoug it was entirely possible he was so deliriously bewitched by the sight before him that he was barely cognizant of the amount he was bidding, so long as he won. Though, admittedly, all it would win him was a garment, not the favor of the tana'ri herself. That detail may have slipped his mind.<br/><br/>Not that the others were going to let him win that easily, whether it was out of lust or out of pride. "Two hundred twenty." The blue goblin was more subdued, perhaps by nature, than the Pathfinder or Kallian, but seemed no less entranced.<br/><br/>"Two hundred fifty--" started the red-haired wanderer, until he was interrupted by a low, rumbling voice from behind Astarotte.<br/><br/>"Three hundred," intoned the towering figure behind the succubus, a muscled, sculpted figure that might have been an Adonis... were he not a minotaur. It was hard to say whether he'd been in the recesses of the blue mist the whole time, or if he'd stepped in while Xhi'yu'Chy'me entered, or while Astarotte danced. Either way, the former's entrance and the latter's performance were certainly enough to hold a great deal of attention, so it wouldn't have been hard for even such a tall figure to emerge relatively unnoticed.