She slept well that night after fully submitting to him, and even enjoyed bathing with him the next morning. Of course until she was supplied her red robes she wore her white ones. But once Beth gave her the red robes she felt pride as she donned them looking at herself in a mirror she smiled. Taking Tiny out to hunt she held her head high but avoided contact with men, Tiny hunted well. He always did.<br/><br/>At home it was then usual, more training from Mertha who was grinning like a Cheshire cat at the red robes, but she had much to teach about music and dancing two things that were, perhaps, Kyla's weakest points. She trained hard and finally found that she could pluck the harp well, a small harpnof course and soon was playing beautiful melodies with Mertha by her side. Dancing would come later.<br/><br/>Then it was time for some serious training against that pole. She slashed at it and ducked and weaved like it was an attacker, yelling out when she did a particularly harsh move that shattered some of the firm wood. Proud of herself dinner was made and the process repeated for the next couple days.<br/><br/>Mertha swore that Kyla had two left feet when it came to dancing and finally she mastered one sensual dance, enough to please her master should he request it.<br/><br/>One particular night before bed she showed off her new dancing technique to him with a mischievious smile, her robe falling to the ground as she undressed afterwords and snuggled into him under the furs. "Any word yet?" She whispered softly.