<strong>Whispers on the Night Wind</strong><br/>The feel of Whispers' lips and the sound of her hushed voice was enough to make Kono look like the copper in his skin had been heated to a red glow. He felt about that warm, too, as she went in for another soft touch and gave her quiet thanks. "Y-yeah, Kono. I'll just make sure my father doesn't need me for anything." Kono stepped out to the family firepit, where the older warrior was still arranging some small logs under a spit. "Father, do you mind if I take our guest hunting?" Once again, Whispers got to see a look of disbelief on the man's face, albeit one that quickly turned into a wry smile directed at his son. "Of course. She can use my bow. Bring back something small, a rabbit or a squirrel. Or a Haltan." They both shared a smirk at the cultural in-joke before the near-sighted young man went back inside. "He says it's fine. You can even use his bow, since you don't seem to have your own." Naturally, neither of them knew that she was a match for any mundane beast with her hatchets alone.<br/><br/>After some quick preparation, the two set out into the woods near the village. Kono explained that, if nothing else, they were to come back with some sort of small game. The reason for this unusual request was to give him some much-needed archery practice. "I can shoot a deer just fine... sometimes. Smaller targets or vital shots just seem impossible, though. I don't think my father wants to accept that my vision won't get any better." It wasn't terribly long after that before the village was completely out of sight through the trees surrounding them. The half-blind Linowan finally turned to his hunting partner with a look of nervous curiosity. "So... What did you want to show me?"<br/><br/><strong>Fluttering Starfall</strong><br/>As Starfall's speech and expression became more suggestive, Ralda's own grin widened and her eyes sparkled with intent. "You don't know how glad I am to hear that, dear. Not yet, anyways." Still holding one hand, she turned to lead the eternally young performer through a couple of the house's rooms, eventually ending up in the bathing chamber. Being less than wealthy, their bath tub was a very wide hole in the ground lined with clay to keep any dirt from seeping into the clean water. There was easily enough room for the two, and possibly even a couple more, to sit inside. A simple fireplace with several stones beside it sat off to the side and it's purpose soon became obvious. Ralda lit a fire on some small logs and placed a few of the smooth stones on top of it, giving them time to heat up while the two undressed.<br/><br/>The matriarch's body was much as one would expect from a woman who had stayed in shape after bearing many children. A few wrinkles here and there added character to her skin, as did the lines of past motherhood on her stomach. While still small and shapely, the lorekeeper's breasts were a bit lower on her body than those of the young exalt she hoped to bathe with. Once her clothes were set aside and her body fully exposed, she turned to Starfall without an ounce of shame or fear. Every step closer was deliberate and seductive until the two were standing almost chest-to-chest. "Shall I prepare you now? Make you feel like the finest and most prized of Golden-Eyed Jorst's courtesans?" It was a weighty invitation, full of implication and desire. There was no doubt that Ralda wanted to pamper the beauty before her in more ways than one.<br/><br/><strong>Savannah Moon</strong><br/>The slave couldn't hear her words, but he could hear her voice and the primal need within her that it betrayed. There was some surprise as she pulled back just enough to make eye contact and let out what sounded to him like another plea for more. A proper kiss from one of his station was a most unusual request, but he was more than happy to fill it for the shapely young rider on top of him. Red lips met black with a muffled groan of lust from the pinned man. His fingers dug more roughly into that plump hindflesh and pulled her lower body to grind against his, giving Savannah her first feel of a man's rigid length through wet clothing. The situation was going from bad to worse for the woman who no longer even had her useless words to push him away with. She was a warrior, the bodyguard of an exalt. It would have been so easy for her to roll off of the groping Linowan and toss him out of the room, but in that moment, it felt like the most difficult task in the world.<br/><br/><strong>Kaguya</strong><br/>The plan was too simple to fail: Turn and run away, covering her indecently outlined body. Unfortunately for Kaguya, she didn't get any further than "turn" before a burly arm wrapped around her waist from behind. She could have tossed the man over her shoulder with as much ease as she would a sack of potatoes. She could have slipped out of his grasp like an eel. She could have done those and several other things to get away, were it not for the same damn puddle she'd tripped on and added considerably to mere seconds before. Once again, the exalt felt her feet fall out from beneath her. This time, there was something to break her fall. A strong, solid lap that her hind quarters had been pulled directly onto the center of, much to the amusement of every man at the table. They spoke and laughed among themselves in their native tongue, treating their captured waitress as little more than a decoration and probably conversation piece. The arm around her waist held on snugly, ready to tighten should she make any move to escape.<br/><br/>Nobody else in the dining and drinking hall seemed to mind this. In fact, some people at the other tables would briefly eye Kaguya's rude company with envy. The serving woman who had handed her a pitcher in the first place came by with a new round of drinks, giving the exorcist an annoyed glance as she spoke to the patrons in what was likely an apology for her clumsiness. That seemed to be it, then. Even the foreigner's coworker wouldn't come to her rescue from the leering eyes and alcoholic breath that surrounded her. Fighting them off was still an option, but it would likely draw a crowd and out Kaguya for what she really was, nevermind risking even further damage to her clothing.