Calah lay down behind Willow. Her strong arm soon wrapped around the half-elf. A big hand cupped one of Willow's big breasts. "Is this okay?" whispered Calah. "Mmm... you smell really good. Like flowers in a field."<br/><br/>The rest of the cell was fairly quiet, although none of the gladiators (if they could already be called that) would sleep soundly. They knew that this might be their last night.