As the guests began to arrive, Dante and his wife stood together just inside the door to welcome their guests into their home. Kiarra watched as a particularly handsome man entered. Dante noticed and scowled. In response, Kiarra gave him a small innocent smile before returning her attention to the guests who were coming in.<br/><br/>"Welcome to the victorious house this night! Join us in our celebrations and pray to Mars that our winning streak continues," Kiarra said happily. Sher could feel the welling excitement within her at the prospect of the party and so many rich and fine men and women.<br/><br/>Dante smirked. "Yes, pray to Mars, but pray that you don't lose so badly in the coming fights."<br/><br/>Kiarra grinned up at her husband, noticing that he had approved.<br/>~~~~~<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">Vivian felt like some kind of exhibit. Some of the guests were studying her in her cell as if sizing her up and judging how much competition she'd pose. She did her best to ignore them and continued her push-ups.<br/><br/>"She seems to pretty to be wasted in the coliseum," one man remarked, looking through the cell bars at her hungrily.<br/><br/>Vivian sneered. After the man had moved on, she decided to retire to her bunk, her back facing the cell door, to try to get some much needed rest. The noise from across the courtyard kept her awake however, but she avoided any more comments about her looks.</span>