Dante had a pair of slaves bring a barrel of whiskey to the room where the gladiators were celebrating.<span style="font-style: italic">This should help with their morale.</span>He brought two fingers to his lips and whistled, gaining the gladiators' attentions. "Alright men! Good show today. To celebrate, I've brought you a whole barrel of whiskey for your enjoyment, but don't kill each other over it. Save the brutality and your anger for the arena!"<br/><br/>The gladiators cheered and soon there was a disorderly line for the men to get their share of the alcohol. Dante smirked and decided to go see how things were going with his wife.<br/><br/>~~~~~<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">Meanwhile, Kiarra was sitting in center of the meeting hall on a wooden chair, watching as Rayne worked. As she turned to hang decorations, the domina's eyes wondered down her backside. She licked her lips, enjoying the view.<br/><br/>"Kiarra," her husband's voice flooded into the room with a hint of irritation.<br/><br/>"Yes darling," she asked, turning away from her slave with a sigh. She looked at her disapproving husband.<br/><br/>"At least try to behave tonight. You know I don't like it when you flaunt yourself in front of guests, or in public for that matter." Dante said, as he walked over to stand in front of her, making his wife tilt her head back to look up at him. His usually handsome face was marred by a scowl.<br/><br/>Kiarra pouted. "I just want to have fun, what's the harm in that?"<br/><br/>"Appearances, Kiarra. Men frown upon those who don't keep their women in check. I let you have 'fun' whilst at home when it is just us and our subjects. You must behave when others are around."<br/><br/>With a sigh she nodded her head in understanding and reluctantly agreed. "Very well, darling, I will do my best not to let you down."</span><br/><br/>~~~~~~<br/><br/><span style="color: #40BFFF">Vivian was performing crunches in her cell. She could hear the men's shouts from the floor below her. <span style="font-style: italic">So the house is victorious and the men are celebrating...</span> She paused, laying on her back on the floor of her cell. Then, she rolled over and started doing push ups. <span style="font-style: italic">I need to keep training to be successful. I can't be beaten just because I'm so inexperienced. They must have decided to do this to me for a reason, I'll just have to hope that this isn't just some kind of punishment, and that I do show some promise for the fight.</span></span>