Miri, too, quickly falls into a sleep that is far from dreamless.  She tosses and turns, her nude body twisting and writhing as, in her unconscious state, her mind works over their current dilemma, what might befall them, and the terrible pleasures they'd already been exposed to.<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>After some number of hours, the door suddenly bangs open, sending Miri sitting upright with a start, her arms folding in front of her chest to cover, just barely, her generous pale breasts.  Outside the door are three guards, none of them familiar one of them in noticeably better armor than the other two.  He is the one to speak: "Time for the two of you to get up."  He says, his tone harsh.  "The new ones always need a little extra time on their first day.  Dining hall's to the left, baths are to the right.  When the bell rings, follow the other women to the training area."  As he speaks, one of the two guards is leering, openly admiring the bodies of the two women.  With the mildly resentful glance he sends towards the speaker, it seems clear that he is being kept in check by his commander.<br/><br/>With his piece said, the three guards move along, letting the door swing shut behind them.  Miri turns her head to Jordan, her head tilting in mute question.