<div class="floatleft">(http://safebooru.org//samples/2382/sample_c0bcae7a14b94a1bb932cd64d9e63552953ac928.jpg?2480828)</div><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/Exalted_Dawn_Solar.jpeg)</div>Xenovia bit her lower lip as Rathalan nipped at her neck, just about purring herself as her heart beat faster for an entirely different reason this time.  "Oh, yes, that is a fine thing indeed," she cooed at his mention of what sort of entertainment he had in mind.  "Lead on, dear captain~"<br/><br/><div align="center">***</div><br/>Ren, meanwhile, found herself approached by one of their... hosts, a young blonde woman, fairly attractive, that had a message to deliver.  Yohlu Tides... ah, yes, the one that shamed her in front of her mistress by not only catching her, but also by soaking her clothes.  Her fingers flexed at the thought of exacting a bit of retribution for this slight, causing her retractable claws to briefly appear before sliding back underneath her nails once more and out of sight.<br/><br/>"I am not one for speaking of such things," the maid/bodyguard/assassin murmured in response to Spark's remark about her being strong.  "Yes, I practice an art, though I would never claim to be a master of it."  Since Spark hadn't ask which one, she wasn't keen to share such information with a potential future foe.  "Lead on, please," she said finally, standing and smoothing out her skirt.  "I would very much like to... is something the matter?"  Spark was looking at her in a rather odd fashion, after all.