The attendance of Dispater was enough to ensure Na'Amah sent it's avatar to the abode of the Oinoloth. The beauty of the Bitch Queen brought a small glimmer of radiance to the wasting, gray, diseased lands, of hades. It entered wearing a skirt of black silks that trailed for many feet behind it, emblazoned with golden fibers from a kirins mane to create a elaborate brocade pattern. A stole of black dyed fur, taken from young lammasu, wrapped seductivly around it's bare creamy torso. Two women of cruel frozen beauty held the train of Na'Amah's skirt in the manner of ladies in waiting. The host of the Gala had done a wonderous job of presenting a sumptious surrounding for the powerful beings in attendance. Indeed Na'Amah could see numerous entities of cosmic importance enjoying themselves.<br/><br/>A rather striking woman caught Na'Amah's eye, and it soon realized it was looking upon Malcanthet. It was difficult not to notice her, as many gazes were certianly fixed upon her. On a cosmic scale Na'Amah was a newcommer to the cosmic games or Archfiends but it knew it had to take ricks at times, and it was suppreamly confident in it's ability to draw attention to itself as well.<br/><br/>One of the Frostwind Viragos gave Na'Amah one of the glasses of celestial blood, which The Bitch Queen then sipped on as it elegantly glided over to the Queen of the Succubi. Better than any treasure one might find, would be winning a battle of charm against her with so many to witness the unspoken victory. Defeat might be a frightening possibility, but Na'Amah had not gotten so far by downplaying it's desireability.<br/><br/>Na'Amah looked at Malcanthet and gave a demure, friendly, smile as it waited for her enterouge to make way so they could take the proverbial stage together.<br/><br/>An auction started on some trasure that was of obvious importance to the fire elementals. Na'Amah didn't care much for fire but it was a very artictic looking peice and needed to get everyone to look at it and Malcanthet. The Bitch Queen wondered how long it would take Malcanthet to realize what it was doing and accept the challenge.<br/><br/>"I'll see Ten Souls" Na'Amah spoke and discretely waved. It's soft hands and long nails manicured to perfection by the toiling of cherubs.