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Esouna would put her right forearm in front of the man's finger, so he would touch her there instead of someplace close to internal organs. One could never be too careful. This motion didn't come with a change in expression, however.

"Yes, my race is on an island, far away." The fairy sighed after her explanation, remembering the place, and the ultimate reason she was here. Hopefully, this tournament could help her grow stronger. In the meantime, she could talk to this person. Archie Snow, apparently. She crossed her arms over her chest, changing her expression to one of curiosity. "I'm Esouna; nice to meet you. Can you...put me to sleep?" The request came from no real desire or motivation; that was the first thing that popped into her mind. The fairy smiled, liking this man already.

She had no experience with a con man, clearly.

"Well it's good to see a young man keeping 'imself busy! If only I 'ad that sort of drive when I was your age. I'm afraid I was a complete vagrant!" Viviana laughed again.

"Mon Cher, 'ow kind of you to order for me." She added as the waiter returned with her Merlot. She took a delicate sip before setting the glass down upon the table,

"These days 'owever I am always busy. I miss the times when I 'ad nothing better to do than read a good book, or try my 'and at cards."

The Lamia paused and her lips curled into a dangerous grin,

"Are you a gambling man, James?"

He continued to smile, his dance now stopped as he dripped lightly with sweat, his body lit in a light bronze from the ceilings reflection.

"Why are you backing away? Sorry.. Is this really making you that uncomfortable?"

Cyril frowned lightly as he continued following forward, now with a slow walk as opposed to a jaunty dance.

"That... would depend on what is at stake, Miss Merquise" James answered quietly, his own eyes taking on a hint of danger themselves. Those were always the give-away questions that clever people used when they thought they were being clever, only to find that they had been discovered to be the fool.

Sexy

Swagger.

Casual.

Only one of those fit James as he entered the ball fashionably late, and it what represented him was hardly sexy. A fit young man of eighteen, with bright grays and short 'front flipped' hair, he wasn't bad looking but he was more 'cute' then sexy.

Swagger was way off, and while he sure tried to have swagger it never quite came out like he hoped. He ended up more like an obnoxious teen then a sexy man; but one word really shined through amongst these well dressed folk.

Casual; intentionally casual beyond compare.

He wore a shirt with a huge "GRAPPLE Co" symbol on the front of it, with ridiculous tribal designs all over the chest and back, the light gray color barely visible under the skulls and shapes. He wore relax fit stone wash jeans, with rips only in the left knee and nice a** white sneakers; laces stuffed into the shoes lazy like.

He wore a Blue Martial Arts belt through his pants, tied perfectly and quite visible despite being fed through the loops, he was clearly proud of his Kosen Judo.

Wrapped around his neck were very large headphones, bright burnt metallic orange in color with a cord leading to a bright yellow MP3 player hanging off his hip in a casing. It was playing Sieg Klas quite loudly; and anyone within a ten foot radius would likely hear it.

As he waded through the suits and dresses his smile only widened, his first tournament. He was excited; and it would likely be his only advantage when push came to shove. He just loved to compete. But competing wasn't now, now was time to mingle with the locals and the other competitors. s**t, he might even be able to make friends with a few undead or something.

Eventually he just stopped as he found a place with less crowd and starred out into the expanse of the hall, which was quite grand; and as he starred his mind wandered far and wide.

He watching the little lady preforming her different actions and such. When she suggested that he put her to sleep he thought about it for a second. Well he could probably base her on the head with a plate but that would be pretty stupid. Then he thought about it. Hypnosis. Pulling out a pocket watch he picked off a guy before coming here, Archie held it up into the air. "Alright. I watch you to focus on the watch and listen to the sound of my voice."

He wasn't a professional hypnotist, but he had worked with a guy that was at one point. It was mostly all in the tone of voice that you used and the person that you were using it on. He figured it might work on this little lady, since she fell for his magic trick. He started to swing the watch back and forth. Speaking in a clam tone, he kept swing the watch. "Now just relax yourself and listen to sound of my voice. You are starting to get sleepy. You eye lids are getting heavy. Just relax and let your mind go. Don't think about anything else right now. Just relax. As your eyes get heavier and heavier let them close." He kept the talking up waiting to see if she would take the bait and "fall asleep".

Midus was sitting at the head of his table, eating a very big steak, served with a side bowl of salad, and a glass of some of the most expensive and aged wine he could find on the market. He was a man who spared no expense, indeed, having the money to even wear gold on his prestigious dress attire for this evening. As he ate with a fork and knife like a proper gentlemen, the other suits at his table were turning their noses up at the activity occurring on the ball floor below as they sat there on their high balcony.

"Hooligans," said one of them, wearing small round glasses settled on his nose. "The only thing formal about these competitors is their suits. Other than that, they're nothing more than roguish punks."

Midus didn't seem to look up as his investors spoke, taking a nice good bite of some good tasting steak, his jaws chewing powerfully on the tough meat.

"I agree," came another one of the men, this one having a good beard grown on his face, holding a glass of some wine himself. "We try to give them one good fashionable ball, and they just come here and wreck it like its a playground. It's simply animalistic."

Another one of them laughed, this one fat around the belly, and seemed to be a man who enjoyed the pleasures of life. It was only due to money that he had a pretty looking girl sitting next to him, laughing along with him. "Well, come tomorrow, they'll be in their rightful place like the animals they are. Right there in the middle of the ring. They'll be able to punch and kick each other as long as they want, then."

The investors gave a good hearty laugh, all twenty of them, while Midus continued to be non responsive, drinking this time from his glass to down his delicious dinner. His feast was practically the biggest at the table. A muscleman like himself required a large sum of food to keep up the strength. He simply raised his eyes from his food and looked down below himself, watching the action with neutral eyes.

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Meanwhile, down below, a man with long spiky red hair, dressed in a suit colored in dark red, was leaning against the wall, staring at James Eradas.

Alright, this was at least interesting. The fairy would settle onto the table below her, anticipating that she would fall if the trick worked while airborne. So...watch the, er, watch. Esouna placed one palm on her chin, completing a common pose for her--sitting and apparently bored.

The hypnosis wasn't working, at least, not right now. The fairy showed no signs of getting tired. Maybe she wasn't the kind of person for this...then again, that one blink lasted longer than usual.

No words, no action.