<strong>~ The slave Aishwa hurrying to find Nakia or Galo to advise them of the visitors in need of welcoming ~</strong><br/><br/>The kitchen of the ludus served as something of a hub of communication and socializing for the slaves. The area was a relatively safe haven from overseeing eyes, as the constant heat from cooking fires and the frantic bustling activity more often than not kept the prominent members of the ludus from desiring to enter. Aishwa now hurried from the courtyard to the kitchen, hoping someone there would know the whereabouts of Nakia or Galo so she could discharge her duty to indirectly notify the Domina or Dominus of their waiting guests.  Perhaps the guests’ comfort could be seen to - shown to rooms and brought refreshment, and then they would be greeted later this eve by the Domina and Dominus at the party everyone was frantically preparing for. She had a feeling they would be too busy until then to allow for any visiting, and none too happy for another demand on their time. Rumor had it that the Domina was in a fine foul mood this afternoon, and Aishwa breathed a sigh of relief that it was not her position to stand before the Domina to deliver the visiting Lady’s message.<br/><br/>Aishwa was a demure, respectful and humbly compliant slave whenever in the presence of those above her station, but around her peers she gave her playful, friendly side free reign. The conversations among slaves in the kitchen was always vastly entertaining, and she made a habit of passing through as often as possible during the course of her duties, the slaves’ bawdy banter a pleasant respite from the cruel drudgery that was her young life.<br/><br/>As she entered the kitchen, her ebony eyes quickly glanced around for any sign of Nakia or Galo, not really expecting to find either of them that easily or quickly. Overhearing both their names being mentioned however, she spotted a group of slaves in the midst of exchanging tidbits of fancifully embellished tales, catching only bits and pieces of the gossip as she approached; something to do with “a right tasty soup” for Nakia, Galo and someone called “Ampleforpuss”, or some similar-sounding name.  And something about Nakia “making a meat sandwich”?  And finally there apparently was some sort of “monster serpent lurking within the baths, seeking to burrow deep within a hole”?  She shook her head in amusement, wondering what this latest feast of gossip was all about.<br/><br/>Bounding playfully up to the group, Aishwa’s pink tongue flicked out quickly between her lips as she gave the cute redhead’s cheek a friendly lick hello. The salty-sweet musky taste left on her tongue from her greeting was not all together surprising; the redhead was well known to be an ever-willing receptacle for any seed in the vicinity which had need of release, and some was bound to miss its mark. Disappointed she couldn’t tarry longer and listen to the latest gossip and lewd speculations, she asked the gathered slaves, “I need to deliver a message to Nakia or Galo - do any of you know where they are?”<br/>