They have made their bids. She makes hers.

< Whoever defeats me, > Solarel signs with large, sweeping warlike gestures, < will have my obedience. My devoted service. My blade at your beck and call, in accordance with the Codes of Zaldar. >

Solarel smiles. They realize their mistake. 

If there are two Empresses, why not three? If two Empresses are willing to promise so much to have their armies lead by the [i]Aeteline[/i], how could either of them stand against the Aeteline piloted by the Hunter of Huntresses? They'd come to this gala with their courtiers, their generals, their vassals, figures of power and ambition. And now in their arrogance they'd placed the greatest prize of all on the table: the word of the one honourable warrior in the Evercity.

So, Empresses - which of your servants do you trust with Imperium?

[Who's the Monster? [b]9[/b]
- The wrongness of their act is exposed to all; they mark XP if they change their mind. If they don’t, they must attack you or take a Condition.]