<strong>Cerulean Artisan of the Distant Dream</strong><br/>Not long after Goldheart made a subtle move away from her apprentice, Mistwind seemed to notice the absence of her warmth and rolled over further. The unconscious move left her half on top of her teacher in an awkward position, nuzzling roughly against the exalt's breast as though trying to make a comfortable divot in a firm pillow. This didn't go on for much more than a minute before the mortal awoke, blushing slightly at the realization of how intimately they were posed, but making no effort to remove herself. "Nnh... Morning, Goldheart."<br/><br/><strong>Whispers on the Night Wind</strong><br/>Naturally, Kono was a perfect gentleman throughout the night. It could have been because he was a decent human being, his upbringing in a woman-dominated society, or the fact that Whispers had revealed herself as an invincible war goddess ordained by the Unconquered Sun, himself. Whatever the reason, she had to settle for the images behind her eyes, wherein he ran more than just his feeble eyes over her irresistible body. It was enough to leave a girl dripping with sweat and more as she awoke safely on her sleeping skins. Perhaps<em>too</em>safely.<br/><br/>The boy, a young man by their people's standards, stirred slightly as he was touched. His head turned back as far as it could to make eye contact with his family's sacred guest. "Yes, I'm fine." Unsure what to say next, he hesitated for an awkward moment before replying in turn. "Are you?" It occurred to Whispers that she must have looked a mess just then. Her cheeks were fleshes from a gleaming copper to a dark red clay. The breezy nightclothes she wore were in total disarray from her fitful sleep, leaving practically nothing to the imagination. And most damning of all, her body shimmered as though she'd spent the night running, rather than sleeping.<br/><br/><strong>Fluttering Starfall</strong><br/>Having grown up around slaves and entertainers, then falling in with her current circle, it was safe to say that Starfall had never learned any shame or reservations regarding her body. But if anything would have taught her some, it was the way that a room full of Linowans, men and women, young and old, nearly dropped their strips of smoked deer to stare at her in total awe. Ralda merely smiled at her, having gotten an eyeful the previous night and accepting what she imagined to be exotic norms to go with the exalt's exotic beauty. "Are you looking for the bath, dear?"<br/><br/><strong>Kaguya</strong><br/>It was true that the youthful exorcist had played well into the night, accepting several drinks from warriors who seemed to enjoy watching her run the tables. She hadn't gotten blackout drunk, but some of her memories were a bit vague. Kaguya may have kissed a young woman she mistook for Whispers and she was pretty sure a serving man helped her back to her room. Hopefully, he hadn't helped her undress for bed, too.<br/><br/>Speaking of serving men, the one outside of her door called back cheerfully. "I'll be right back with it!" A few minutes later, plenty of time to change back into the freshly cleaned usual garments, he entered with a plate of food and a clay pitcher of water. The hotel breakfast consisted of roasted boar, bird's eggs, and some bread with strange sweetness to it that Kaguya couldn't place. Perhaps Whispers or Goldheart would be willing to explain it later.