<strong>Kaguya</strong><br/>After a half-hearted customer service laugh, Kaguya's attending server did indeed show her to the gambling hall. It was another large room, much like the dining hall, with the tables repurposed for various games of chance. Rough-looking men and women, mostly women, pit the local currency of carved shells and decorative beads against each other. The high rollers used Realm currency or bits of metal, with gold and steel appearing to have the same value. The games being played tended to use antler dice or cards of etched bark. Those with more skill than luck engaged in friendly competitions such as arm-wrestling, knife-throwing, and drinking contests. Kaguya was left at the entrance with a handful of rounded shells and a quick explanation of how much they were worth. She apparently had enough to buy into a few low-bid games, easily enough to keep her entertained for an hour or so, even if she didn't win anything.<br/><br/><strong>Whispers on the Night Wind</strong><br/>With his copper cheeks burning into a color more akin to red clay, Kono gave a determined nod. His expression spoke volumes of the faith he had, not only in Whispers and her circle, but in their quest. With a thin smile back, the youth grabbed his bow and squinted off into the distance. "You can talk to me any time." And so, the two took off on their hunt. While the exalt's guide was far from a brilliant shot, he found ways to work around his weakness. For one thing, he was quiet enough to creep up closer to his prey than many hunters she'd met. For another, he knew his home turf as intimately as an old forest hermit, able to point out every burrow and stay downwind from every kill. Before nightfall, the pair was walking back to Pyrewatch Village with a fat rabbit hanging from each hand.<br/><br/><strong>Savannah Moon</strong><br/>The slave didn't falter as he sampled his charge's ecstasy again and again. In fact, sudden washes of sound and flavor neither discouraged him, nor spurred him on. He just kept doing that one perfect motion at that one perfect pace, dutifully attending to Savannah's thrumming pearl until the pleasure turned to ache and she had to physically push him away. Now finished with his task, the man rose to help up the woman who had escaped his fate and directed her back into the bath. Ever the servant, he acted as though completely aware of the tented need Savannah had felt in such an intimate way before, even as her well-pleased body was cleansed before him once again.<br/><br/><strong>Fluttering Starfall</strong><br/>If anything, Ralda looked more perplexed than flattered by Starfall's adulations. Tilting her head, the older woman replied rather quizzically. "You won't? Why wouldn't you, it's just childbirth, age, and some battle scars from my youth." To accentuate her point, she placed her palm on the hand tracing every stretch mark on her stomach, as though feeling the womb that had given so much life within. Her curiosity was put on hold for a moment as she accepted her guest's kiss, wrapping an arm around the now and forever young songstress to give back as well as she recieved. When their lips parted, Ralda's were curled in an understanding smirk. "I see. You don't crave a man's touch at all, do you?"