<strong>Fluttering Starfall</strong><br/>The older woman smiled warmly as she heard what Fluttering Starfall knew of the hospitality custom thus far, as well as her feelings of debt towards Whispers on the Night Wind. "While some things are shared by all of my people, debts and friends are not one of them. If you're as sweet to this Whispers as you are to me, then I'm sure you serve her just fine. It seems she explained the rules of hospitality well enough, but not the reason. We do this out of reverence for Golden-Eyed Jorst, who opens his his home to all comers. Certainly, she's told you at least a little about him." The rather sudden dive into her modest bust was met with a snug embrace and an affectionate look down. Even in middle age, the mother of many had a dancer's build, including what felt like a small and firm set of breasts.<br/><br/>Ralda held Starfall in a matronly fashion as she spilled her heart out, giving the occasional nod of affirmation. When the younger songstress had finished voicing her concerns, she received an affectionate kiss on the forehead and was even helped back onto the feminine swell she'd used as a pillow before, almost swearing she could hear a faint sigh as she was made to nuzzle against that graceful frame. "You don't have to apologize to me. My family will be practicing for The Feast of Jorst's Hall later tonight. I'd like to learn another song or two before then, and if you're feeling up to it, I believe there's an open part in the performance for a lovely young lady." She smirked meaningfully after saying this, making sure the compliment found its way home.<br/><br/><strong>Savannah Moon</strong><br/>After she'd sunken into the tub and really started to relax, she saw the serving man lift one of the brushes and approach her. Having one's hair brushed and cleaned by a personal slave was just about the most luxurious thing Savannah Moon had heard of at that point in her life, and it likely helped a bit that he was very careful about where his gaze landed. The man dipped the bristles before he started to run them through her kinky locks, getting her hair wet and untangled over the course of a few minutes as he repeated the process several times. No longer how long he worked at it, though, her hair never went entirely straight, and that seemed to perplex the silent attendant. Eventually, though, he did relent and brought a lump of soap over to coat the bristles for another long session of cleaning strokes.<br/><br/>After her hair was left to soak in the cleansing substance, the brush was rinsed and set aside in favor of the soap itself. Her borrowed manservant took it between his hands and rubbed them vigorously together, creating a thick coat on his palms and fingers, which then found themselves on Savannah's shoulders. Brushing her hair was one thing, but now he was touching her body and she had no idea how far the man intended to go. A simple wash of the back or the sort of full-body treatment she'd been receiving from her fellow escaped slaves, recently?<br/><br/><strong>Whispers on the Night Wind</strong><br/>If the young axemaiden had made any mistakes in her recounting of the tale, it was in revealing that she had charged the line alone. Smitten and willing to believe anything she said as the younger man was, his father had long since begun to cross his arms in stern disbelief. Still, it was better than making him believe the story by revealing her true nature. The son spoke in shock and admiration at her outrageous tail. "Right over them!? You must be an amazing acrobat as well as a fighter." Exasperated as he was by then, the seasoned instructor had to acknowledge with a few firm nods as she listed the ways for an infighter such as herself to combat various other weapons, which may have been the only thing aside from their people's proud tradition that kept him from calling her out in a most unkind matter.<br/><br/>By that point in Whispers' story, her younger host had already finished his drink and was looking only a bit happier for it. Perhaps they wouldn't mind if she grabbed him another one. He listened intently to the shapely exalt's advice, only speaking up when she mentioned fleeing repeatedly to break the enemy's formation. "Their armor must have been heavy for you to get so far away without tiring yourself. I've never seen metal armor before... What's it like?" The other man expressed a quick flare of annoyance, either at his son's belief of the story or his keen interest in equipment that simply wasn't meant for their people. Either way, he said nothing and allowed the two young Linowans to communicate in peace.<br/><br/><strong>Kaguya</strong><br/>After Kaguya gave him the go-ahead, the man attending to her entered the room, looking her up and down with a polite smile. "Oh, good. It looks like you're ready to enjoy our hospitality. Please head downstairs to the dining area and find yourself a table. I'll get the bath out of here and tidy up while you're gone." It's true that there was a bit of soap and water on the floor after they gave her that rather full basin. The owner's son seemed to think nothing of it, though, and waited patiently for her reply so that he could get to work.