Ebony's fingers danced across Tialyn's body, and there was no doubt in the paladin's mind that her magic was causing her arousal to heighten.  But what felt more distracting at that moment were the soft brushing touches from the drow.  The way those delicate elven fingers seemed to know exactly where to stroke, while seeming to put on armor, but Tialyn knew better.  The drow was trying to drive her insane with the sensual brushes, touches, and tugs.  She felt like she was on the very edge of an orgasm when Ebony finally 'snugged' the last bit of armor into place.  She literally pulled the armor up between Tialyn's ass cheeks first, then gave it one tug, causing the thin leather to slip up between inflamed puffy labia.  "Ooops, sorry." the drow said softly, before reaching fingers down to pull the garment out from Tialyn's sex and smooth it out so that the leather barely covered, and cupped her aroused lips.<br/><br/>Tialyn would feel like a raw nerve ready to cum, as she heard master Sabin command, "Now, aroused and ready to fuck, that's how she should go see Anara.  Take her out to her training you."  The old man pointed at one of the male guards, a scruffy masculine looking man who looked like he needed a shave, but otherwise was well cleaned.  Tialyn could smell the male scent of his body as he closed to her and gestured for her to walk ahead of him, towards the courtyard.  As she started walking she heard Master Sabin speaking again.  This time to Ebony,  "And you Ebony, you may come and pleasure me now."<br/><br/>A soft voice from the drow was the last thing she heard before the door to the room closed behind her, "Yes master."<br/><br/>The guard guided Tialyn back to the courtyard where Anara was waiting, wearing naught but her usual slave changes again.  She took one glance at Tialyn and nodded, "Excellent outfit, that will serve you will in the Pit.  We train hard today, and tomorrow you rest and do light exercise so that you are read for your first appearance."  She nodded towards the rack of wooden swords but bore no weapon herself.  Instead at her feet was a large bucket of something that looked like liquid with some objects floating in it.  "Take your blade and stand there," she pointed to a spot which had a light X in the sand about ten feet from where she stood.<br/><br/>I know you feel the arousal upon you, and you can do one of two things, you can fight it, or you can go with it.  Because to 'win' in the arena is not always to defeat all of your opponents.  Sometimes winning is surrendering, but making a good show about getting defeated by the opponents you face.  If you do so, if you take a savage man's dick in your throat, a minotaur's cock up your ass, or a gang of kobold's cum all over your body in such a way that it causes the crowd to cheer and love you, then you've 'lost' the match, but you've gained great favor, and favor is everything in the Pit.  Now, if you win, that's good, don't get me wrong.  But if you're losing, you can still curry the crowd's favor.  Are you ready?"<br/><br/>What she was supposed to be ready for, Tialyn wasn't sure.  But she gripped the wooden blade and nodded at Anara.  The slave trainer dipped down and pulled a sphere from the liquid, dripping she gave it a squeeze and more of the liquid came dripping out.  Before Tialyn had a chance to ask what it was, the slave threw it at Tialyn.  She didn't have time to dodge as the orb splatted wetly against her thigh, leaving a blot of muddy water there.  Anara sighed, "You have to fight through the distractions, fight through the arousal, at least long enough to give a good show."  She dipped down and grabbed another orb, which Tialyn now realized were sponges soaking in muddy water.<br/><br/>"Dodge or deflect, don't let the fire in your loins distract you!"  she said as she threw another orb Tialyn's way.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">I'd like you to make 5 reflex saving throws please.  DC 10.  Rolling 9 or lower means she gets hit with an orb.  Anara actually throws a lot more than five sponges, and even has another bucket brought out, but I feel like 5 rolls is good enough to get a sense of how well Tialyn does.</div></div>