While not exactly returning the kiss, Miri finally seems to be becoming accustomed to Jordan's method of expressing friendship.  She doesn't jump away as their lips press together, instead just holding still until the moment passes.  When Jordan pulls away, Miri gives a crooked smile.  "Well, then.  Shall we?"<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>Beyond the double doors is another large room, even larger than the bathing room.  The floors are padded, the women's feet pressing gently into the soft surface.  Along the far wall are a few wooden and straw training dummies.  A number of lovely women of a variety of hair and skin colors seem to have formed a loose semi-circle. standing not quite at attention.  Olga is nowhere to be seen; Miri frowns, shooting a quick, questioning glance at Jordan.  In fact, unless many of the bedrooms are empty, it seems that not all of the women are present.<br/><br/>Most noticeable in the room, however, is what the semi-circle is facing.  The apparent instructor for the class seems to be some a monster.  From the waist up, she appears as an attractive woman, with smooth, ivory skin, her torso only covered by thin straps of cloth over her firm breasts, even, regal features, and long black hair.  From the waist down, however, she has the body of a giant serpent, sinuous, flexible, and strong.  She turns as the two enter, a thin smile crossing her features, her eyes narrowing.  "Ah, new ones, I see."  She says, a hint of a hiss audible as she speaks.  "Perfect.  I was just about to start.  You may address me as Mistress Galene."  In her human hands, she holds what appears to be a riding crop.<br/><br/>There is a rustle as Mistress Galene turns, her scales sliding across the ground as she regards the semi-circle as a whole.  "As I was saying, today we will be working on submission techniques.  This will primarily be of use when you compete with another girl; management doesn't like me to teach you too many techniques to use against their fighters, after all."  She says with an edged smile.  "To start off, pair up, and show me your wrestling techniques.  I'll go around as able and give suggestions."<br/><br/>Almost instantly, most of the women in the room pair up.  Miri turns to Jordan, her lips parting to speak, but Mistress Galene turns to them.  "Not you two."  She says, her dark eyes glinting coldly.  "I want you to work with others."  Miri halts, a frustrated expression on her face.<br/><br/>Another woman approaches, a tall woman with blonde hair reaching only down to her chin.  Her voluptuous body is only partially concealed by a black leather bikini top and bottom, revealing both impressive curves and muscles.  "Ooh, I want one of them."  The newcomer almost purrs.  Where the lamia's voice and expression are cold, there is a cruel hunger in the blonde's face, a hint of a nasty smile on the corners of her lips.  Mistress Galene purses her lips, clearly thinking.  "Very well."  The lamia says.  "One of you may work with Tashia here, the other may work with me."  Her tail coils about underneath her, almost as if she were sitting, as Miri questioningly turns to Jordan, her lovely face slightly pale.