<strong>Fluttering Starfall</strong><br/>Ralda seems all too pleased to explain Starfall's part in the upcoming rehearsal. She practically gushed as her old fingers clasped the exalt's hands. "A girl as striking as you would have to play as one of the temple courtesans. You will dance with my most handsome nephew in the background as Golden-Eyed Jorst greets the audience." The matriarch paused at this point, gauging her guest's reaction before continuing. "You won't need too much preparation. Your dance will be akin to lovemaking, simple, sensual, and largely improvised. You'll do fine as long as you enjoy yourself and don't actually go all the way with my nephew in the middle of practice." Even the sheltered singer knew that to be a rather odd warning to give. Had this sort of thing happened before? There was a far-off look in Ralda's eyes as she pondered what had just been said before slowly running her eyes over Fluttering Starfall's form. "Now that I think of it, you're already dressed well enough for the part." Of course, the kindly matriarch was just appraising her clothing, even if her gaze did remind the solar of those that usually came from men.<br/><br/><strong>Whispers on the Night Wind</strong><br/>At this point in Whispers' story, the older man was clearly biting back a violent rage at what seemed to him like an endless stream of obvious falsehoods. Still, he bit his tongue like a good host and excused yourself. "Well, I should start to prepare a welcoming feast for our guest. You just stay here and keep her entertained, Kono." Her captive audience's remaining member could only nod dumbly, waiting for more details about the arms and armor involved. She was alone in the room with him when the signature armor of her cohorts came to mention. The near-sighted warrior's copper face went nearly bone white and his jaw dropped as though the deadly beauty had offered her maidenhead to him. "C-c-c-custom... Metal armor?" He stepped forward like a flash of light, taking Whispers' hands in a pleading gesture and not caring that their new proximity mashed both sets of knuckles against her unyieldingly full breasts.  "Where!? Please..."<br/><br/><strong>Savannah Moon</strong><br/>Savannah and the Linowan slave had very different perspectives on the incident that had just occurred. She saw a rushed apology and an accidental faceplant into the man's solid chest. He heard a barked order from behind and felt himself being grabbed before the guest he was ordered to serve leapt into his arms like a noblewoman with an impotent husband. With the reflexes of someone who often lived on edge, he caught the glistening wet strix rider in a close embrace and helped her regain her balance. The slave didn't let go after that, though. He looked her in the eyes and gave a dutiful nod of understanding, despite the grave misunderstanding that led to what would happen next, before leaning in to plant a skillful trail of kisses down the side of her neck. The young woman barely had time to process the unexpected sensation before she felt another, that of a strong, calloused palm gliding down her smooth back to take a generous handful of smooth hindflesh.<br/><br/><strong>Kaguya</strong><br/>It was beyond embarrassing. A steward of the Unconquered Sun himself, capable of battling with all the grace of a dancer while wielding a blade most people would consider to be a siege weapon, had just slipped on a puddle of beer and found herself unable to handle a clay pitcher full of something stronger. In her panicked wobbling on her way to the floor, she'd managed to spill some of the stuff on herself before launching the container like a lobbed projectile at the two unfortunate patrons. Kaguya didn't find herself kneeling for very long, though, as the nearest and apparently strongest man helped her up quite roughly, yanking the small framed woman to her feet by the back of her collar. He looked about ready to yell at the poor, confused woman, until his eyes caught something that turned his scowl into a smile. A quick look down would reveal exactly what. Her shirt was drenched, causing it to cling so tightly to the exorcist's impressive charms that it might as well not be there. The pull from behind had exaggerated this effect even further, with an added bonus of riding the garment up enough that one could almost peek at the undersides of those liquor-soaked breasts.