<div class="floatleft"><strong>Arduinne</strong></div><hr/><br/>The Clothier's stand was a sight to behold.  Hosted by a lovely Half-Elven woman named Rynshinn Povalli, it was part shop and part game.  The shop displayed a number of brightly colored cloths, as well as a number of displayed dresses and other fanciful outfits--most with some kind of butterfly design in honor of the event.  The game, though, had attracted the most attention.  It appeared to be a doorway into a multi-colored hallway.  In actuality it was a cleverly designed ever-changing maze with a token stored at the center.  The goal of the event was to make it to the middle, steal the treasure and escape.  Beyond the difficulty of the ever shifting walls there was a man hidden inside dressed as a Minotaur.  Being seen by the Minotaur was an immediate loss.  The mechanism of the maze was relatively simple, it was operated by people within the walls who moved them from time to time as people went by.<br/><br/>The prize for retrieving the Minotaur's treasure without getting caught was a free commission for the tailor to make an outfit of the winner's choosing (up to 20 gold worth from the chart here (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/equipment---final/goods-and-services/containers-bags-boxes-more#table-clothing), within reason for a tailor to create) to be completed within approximately two weeks.  Additionally, just for participating, she was handing out well-made butterfly masks for the event--held in place by a lace that could be tied behind the head.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Details</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Cost:</strong>  5c<br/><strong>Roll:</strong>  Higher of Intelligence or Wisdom check modified as follows:  ranks in Knowledge (Dungeoneering or Engineering), Perception, or Survival adds a +2 bonus to the roll for each (+2 for just Perception, +4 for Perception and Survival, to a maximum of +6).  The DC to navigate the maze in this way is 12.  Failing the roll by less than 5 grants no progress (roll result=8-11), failing by 5 or more causes you to run into the Minotaur and fails the challenge (1-7), a natural 1 on the die always results in running into the Minotaur.  A success indicates making progress through the maze, getting a 20+ on the roll counts as 2 successes.  Five successful rolls are required to complete the challenge.<br/></div></div><br/><div class="floatleft"><strong>Lissa</strong></div><hr/><br/>By the time Lissa had returned to the tent of the Pixie's Kiss the "Pixie" had lost her top somewhere along the way, to the delight of most of the crowd.  Since so few had gotten even close to winning whatever it was the prize might be, the crowd had thinned out, though the large tent was still packed and left little room to move about.  Interestingly, perhaps, Lissa wasn't the only woman who had shown up for the show though from the look of things no woman had attempted the game<em>yet</em>.<br/><br/>When Lissa stepped forward to try her skills at besting the Pixie, most of the crowd hollered and whooped, cheering her on, though not a single one of them expected her to get very far.  When she broke five drinks with barely even a wobble to her step the crowd became more enthusiastic--as did the lovely Pixie.<br/><br/>The girl posed for the delight of the audience as much as for Lissa's sake, occasionally pressing her breasts together with her free hands, or holding the back of Lissa's head during one of the longer kisses, or arching her back just slightly to let the brandy run from between her breasts to gather at her navel.  The kisses became more heated as well as time went on, a lemon soaked tongue twisting around the small piece of fruit as Lissa attempted to retrieve it.<br/><br/>At ten drink the audience was stunned, though they continued to applaud and cheer on the young wizard.  At 15 the disbelief gave way to cheering her on just to see how much more she could stand.  At the final, 20th point the audience fell silent before the entire tent erupted in uproarious cheers and revitalized interest in trying to win the prize.<br/><br/>The lusty eyes of the Pixie looked on and up at Lissa before she rose from her table, what was left of her dress hanging dangerously low around her hips, her belly still with the slight sheen of the residue of the brandy.  She traced one finger around her belly-button before pressing close to Lissa and running that same finger over the wizard's lips before the Pixie's lips reached up to give her one last kiss, now unobstructed by the lemon.  When their lips finally parted once again her hot breath brushed up against Lissa's ear as she whispered, "Come see me later tonight..."<br/><br/>She slipped her finger between her lips to lick off any remaining brandy-flavor as she stepped away from Lissa with a wink.<br/><br/>