Having claimed her favorite sofa in the lounge Azula can be found dressed comfortably yet tastefully. A silk robe, her hair done up in a neat businesslike bun but adorned with a glittering planet. Venus.

A pair of sideburns lay on the table, she had refused to wear them. Instead to show her support for the Prince of the southern isles she wore a pendent with his family crest on it...or at least she had been told that's what it was.

With a half drank glass of wine on the table next to her she nibbled on a cake and watched as her tributes fought for their lives once again.

As much as she hated to admit it, she was growing fond of the ever polite and respectful Hans, even if she had noticed how quick he was to change attitude depending on if he was speaking to his fiancee, his mentor or for example...Shepard.

Then again Shepard had a way of getting under everyone's skin.

And as for Venus, while she was still frustrated that such a smart respectable woman would debase herself by being in a relationship with Enjolras, she still wanted the girl to win. She worked harder then most to compete both in and out of the arena.

It was going to be a long night.