When it came the day of arrival, Eliza was dressed in her finest black-and-gold gown.  Her platinum hair was done up in an elaborate style favored by the core worlds.  It would not due to make her family look backwater.   She summoned Martin and Nadira as well, to greet the guests when they arrived.<br/><br/>"Before they get here," She told him.  "We should concrete our plan.  We will meet them with all due matters of state first, get the lay of the land, if you will.  And feel them out.  I've organized a small reception.  Very formal, very boring, if I'm honest.   We can drop hints for a special 'dessert' to come after.   Should any of them seem interested... or vulnerable, we'll invite them.  No doubt our informant will jump at the chance to meet with us after dinner.  Lust can prove a useful excuse for scheming."<br/><br/>She gave a small smile at Nadira and then at Martin.  "Not that lust can't be it's own little reward as well."  Her eyes were sparkling, literally and physically.  She was thrilled to get the chance to put her plan into action, and excited for the festivities to come.  A little bit of spice-tinged makeup allowed her eyes to shine all the brighter.  "Agreed?"