<span style="font-family:Quintessential">There was something about how Lucius was gentle with her. He was understanding that with her people they had a certain way of doing things and he didn't fight the fact that she would need to handle the rag with care and without even questioning what she needed it was given. Something about how kind he was brought her an odd amount of joy. It was a long night of pain as she performed the rites to her blood that was lost. As soon as she made it back to her room she slunk down to her knees and fell on her bed, passing out into slumber. <br/>
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The next few days were painful, and as she tried to push herself Lucius didn't seem to want any part of it. She tried to tell him that she was ready, but he saw through her.. It was frustrating and she wanted so badly to prove that she could handle whatever he would throw at her, but with Xiu's luck she would probably collapse from fatigue and that would only serve to hold her back from her own ability. Xiu hated being restricted by her own frame, but she knew her own limits. She knew it was only for the best, but she went back to her room with a pout on her cheeks.<br/>
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Xiu found herself getting ready with servants that didn't speak, and they almost seemed lifeless in the way they moved. She sighed and dressed herself in a fishnet top, and a cloth that wrapped around her chest. There were leggings around her thighs that moved down to her shins and a sash that wrapped around her waist. When she walked in, she couldn't help but notice the frown on Lucius' face and she let out a slight sigh. What had she done now? Surely he wouldn't make her go back to bed again would he?<br/>
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Suddenly there was a screen and an assortment of clothing for her to choose from. She couldn't help but quirk a brow at him and with a blush she huffed and moved behind the screen and undressed. She looked at the clothing she was given and her brow furrowed. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"Y-You can't be serious!" </span>With a grumble she grabbed tights and pulled them up, but when they only reached her mid-thigh she groaned and pulled shorts up that nicely featured her ass. There were small belts that held the tights up and a long sleeve shirt that cut above her waist. A blush was clear across her form and she covered her navel before walking out from the screen. She wasn't thrilled about how she looked but she figured she could just take it out on her training. <br/>
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She narrowed her eyes at him and looked away before letting out a sigh. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"F-Fine.. I.. I'm.."</span> Her frustration came out in waves and she let out a husky breath. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"I'm ready!"</span> Her last words resembled a yell and she looked down before reluctantly meeting his gaze.</span>