Eliza raised one slender arm in a stretch.  This meeting was so dreadfully boring, and she hated to be condescended to by the her father's consort.  Still, she stifled her complaints and just made a sigh, "Seems obvious to me.  Wine and Dine the whole lot of them."<br/><br/>She settled back into her seat leaning back and caressing her lower lip the back of her finger.  Her expensive makeup would not be fudged by something so simple as that.  "We need to wait for them to us.  Making inquiries will only raise suspicions."<br/><br/>"We should host an event, one that allows many discrete conversations so that this defector feels safe enough to bend our ear."  She said definitively.<br/><br/>Suddenly, she got an idea.  One that would alleviate both her boredom, and provide them the opportunity they need, "What about an<em>orgy</em>.  You know, a good old fashioned one like they have on the homeworld.  People can duck into rooms and onto beds, and sooner or later a defector will spill their guts to one of us."