<strong>Fluttering Starfall</strong><br/>The exalt could swear she heard a faint gasp as her outer garment hit the floor, and then another when she bent down to peel the last piece of clothing from her body. Being in theater, it was a given that Ralda had dressed and almost certainly even bathed with beautiful young women before, but Starfall knew she was different. Linowan girls practice with spears from the day they're tall enough to reach the tip and learn archery as soon as their arms are long enough to draw a bow all the way back. Their bodies are hard and toned, with only their feminine curves to give them any softness. The once-caged songbird boasted a very different aesthetic. Her skin was smooth and white with few bumps or lines of muscle to be seen. To the older woman, her beauty must have seemed fresh and exotic, which proved to be true in the breathy tone of her voice. "Yes...!" One after another, the various pins and clips in Starfall's hair were carefully removed and set aside with her clothing. The straight locks fell free to their full, untamed length and the matriarch simply couldn't stop herself from combing it smooth with her fingers. "Such wondrous hair... I can't believe you travel with it."<br/><br/><strong>Kaguya</strong><br/>The burly Linowan man holding Kaguya in his lap grew tired of trying to expose her liquor-soaked chest after a few tries and seemed to take satisfaction in the fleeting peeks he'd gotten at the shirt clinging flush to her stiff points up front. After that, he conversed with the others around his table as though she were nothing more than a combination piece. His arm stayed locked tight around her waist, though, giving the solar's bare stomach an occasional stroke much like one would give a housepet. The other men leered and snickered amongst themselves, continuing to speak in hushed tones that made it clear how lewd their comments were, even through the language barrier. It wasn't long before Kaguya's insistent seat held his drink up to her and said something in a gentle tone. It looked as though he was offering some to the increasingly warm and flustered woman. Before she could answer either way, though, the sun-blessed exorcist felt someone giving her shapely hind quarters a firm squeeze. Considering that both of her captor's hands were busy, it must have been the man to his left.<br/><br/><strong>Whispers on the Night Wind</strong><br/>The mention of something more precious than steel nearly stopped the young man's heart. Judging by the width of his eyes as she said that, Whispers could tell that she'd actually taken his mind off of armor for a second and caused it to wander elsewhere. Then the transformation started and Kono had to step back, looking at her bright form only in fleeting glances between crossed arms. He was too intrigued to run and too terrified to approach. After what couldn't have been more than a few seconds, it was finished and the dawn caste stood before her host in armor granted by The Unconquered Sun, himself. The near-sighted hunter was overjoyed at the sight. He practically leapt forward to get a close look every plate, joint, and rivet in her protective suit, even going so far as to touch a few places that added to the pleasure of being so thoroughly admired. "This is beyond anything I could ever imagine. I could give you my entire life in thanks and it wouldn't be enough."<br/><br/><strong>Savannah Moon</strong><br/>After several seconds of groaning, writhing, and dripping from both servants, the kiss broke with a light gasp for air from the man beneath Savannah. He knew his work was far from finished, though. Panting out a few meaningless words, he helped the dazed warrior straighten her arms and lift her upper body high enough off of the floor to let the glistening mass of those neglected breasts hang freely in the air. Free, that is, until he leaned up to wrap his skilled mouth around the very tip of one, kissing and suckling gently at it. The other shapely mound soon found itself lovingly held and kneaded, leaving only one hand to continue groping at her upturned rear. Being used to having all of her shield sisters in times of physical need, the strix rider never imagined that one person could please her all over like this. She was being rubbed, ground against, or kissed just about everywhere but those inner places that were just too precious to share with any man she'd known yet.