<strong>Whispers on the Night Wind</strong><br/>The dawn caste's explanation only served to draw more of Kono's attention to her unusually placed hearthstone, as well as the bare midriff surrounding it. She could see a growing desire to touch in his damaged eyes, but couldn't tell if it was directed at the stone or her skin. "Healing? I'd heard the Sun's chosen were nearly impervious to harm. And you wear such glorious armor, as well." While it was true that most any exalt could take a punch as well as the toughest bare-knuckle brawler, impervious was a rather strong word, especially if one factored in the dragon-blooded ranks of the Wyld Hunt. Still, there was no way for the simple tribesman to know this, and he looked upon Whispers' form in total disbelief that any blade could spoil her beauty.<br/><br/><strong>Savannah Moon</strong><br/>The slave's skilled touch continued to fill Savannah Moon's mind with fire until she could barely tell up from down. She couldn't accept that it was her on top, desperately grinding the man beneath her into the rough wooden floor. That she'd been so easily seduced from the love she shared with her sisters by the touch of a man who couldn't even speak to her. In a slightly disappointing move, the grasping hand below left her hind quarters to cradle the back of her head protectively as he rolled them both over. Now the man truly was on top and he gave each of her aching nipples one last parting kiss before crawling further down the rider's recently cleansed body. Between her free, heaving breasts, Savannah could see his obedient expression looming over the last vestige of her maidenhood, the Linowan servant's eyes begging permission to complete his charge's pleasure.<br/><br/><strong>Fluttering Starfall</strong><br/>Ralda's smile was as warm as ever as she responded to her guest's nervous suggestion with a nod of approval. "Yes, we should." Soon after the younger performer turned away, she felt her hair being smoothed once again, this time with a wet comb made from some sort of bone or antler. The aging storyteller's hands worked with a grace and gentleness that made her charge feel truly pampered as every lock was wetted and combed smooth. It was a long and careful process, but clearly a labor of love for the older woman who hummed sweetly to herself between bits of small talk and shared compliments. Once every strand seemed to be in order, Ralda produced a soap with a strong floral scent, holding it out for Starfall's approval. "We make these with the flowers that grow nearby. Do you like it?"<br/><br/><strong>Kaguya</strong><br/>The embarrassed exorcist's wave back seemed to excite the table that had treated her so poorly just a few minutes ago, setting them into more animated chatter amongst themselves. She couldn't tell what they were talking about, of course, but some of their brief leers at her and gestures at each other gave her some idea. Kaguya had time to enjoy a bit of her meal before one of the hall owner's sons came to sit across the small table she'd been seated at. He gave the secret exalt a concerned and deeply apologetic look. "I heard there was a bit of an incident on your way in. As a host providing sacred hospitality, It's important to me that you are comfortable and satisfied with your stay. Are you alright and have you received a proper apology?" Kaguya wasn't sure what counted as a proper apology in Linowan culture. Maybe it was a word or, as the humbled warrior expressed, an offer of drink. Either way, it was up to her just how offended she was by the table's behavior.