Sitting at raised center of the dais, Ghira in his ceremonial robe watched the representatives of the twelve tribes deciding his next wife. Sitting at Ghira's right was Adam in his ceremonial robes staring at the two surviving competitors standing the red mat. The competitors must stay on the red surface or submit.

Both competitors wore warrior garb. A simple white cloth connected to red girdle covered their lower half. A white cloth wrap covered their breasts. Their bare arms, midsection, legs, and feet revealed the copper body covering any markings on their lean muscular bodies. White masks with ear slots covered their faces and hair.

Noticing the one wearing a green sash around her waist used a six feet chain whip and four inches taller than the one wearing a purple sash around her waist and using an iron rod with a metal chain attached at the hilt, Adam recalled stories of battles where both combatants died from blood loss. It seemed female modesty and vanity got thrown out when it comes to marriage.

While the weapons were being checked for poison, "Female's place is ran the home," recalled Adam from Tamora, "Even protect it. Their place is a lover, mother, and bodyguard."

Bowing towards Ghira and Adam, they took couple steps back. Turning, they faced each other. Stepping backwards, they stopped at the edge of the red mat. The gong sounded. Counter clockwise circled each other.

Going for the first strike, the whip wielder slid at the chain user's feet. Swinging at the jumping chain user, her whip wrapped around the chain user's waist. Pulling the chain user's stomach to connect with her left foot, she quickly looped her whip around her competitor's throat then her ankles. Resting on the mat, she pulled her whip going for the quick win.

Lessening the vice grip of the whip proved to be a waste of time and energy. Pulling the rod end towards her, chain wielder clasped the handle. Pushing the button revealing the rod was a kusarigama, she threw it towards the other end of the mat. Pulling her chain while her opponent's foot continued pushing up and pulling her whip, it caused them to tilt clockwise. The whip wielder landed on her stomach while the chain user landed on her back.

Getting to her feet, she cracked her whip against the chain user's back. Forty lashes decorated her opponent's back. Letting the whip wrapped around her right wrist, the chain user rolled the forearmed the whip wielder's stomach. Clasping, she stood then drove her opponent into the matt. Gripping her opponent's whip, the chain user returned the forty lashes.

Covering herself up with her arms and legs, she rolled towards the chain wielder's weapon. Holding it up caused the whip wrapped around the chain. Wrapping around chain wielder's left ankle, the wielder rolled then slammed her left shin into chain user's right side ribs. Knocking her whip free with her left knee, she snapped the tip of her whip against the temple area of chain user. Upper cutting her rival off the mat, she spin kicked whip user pass the mat edge.

Kicking her left leg up, Kali caught the free chain. Gripping the chain, the chain wielder bounced off the chain links like an arrow. Twirling to her left, whip wielder allowed the chain wielder to fly past.

Other end of the chain wrapped around the whip wielder's waist. Her attention from the chain around her waist switched too late to prevent her right arm from slipping between chain wielder's legs. Twisting her body sent the whip wielder's shoulders hard against the red surface of the mat.

Pulling her left arm down while her right forearm pushed up, the pain caused the whip wielder to tap out. Releasing her grip, she stood up and bowed towards her beaten opponent. Returning her bow, the whip user walked off the mat.

Sweat and blood stained her white warrior garb pink. Placing her weapon on a purple pillow, she lifted it up. Slowly stepping towards dais, she kneeled lifting the pillow towards Ghira.

Taking the kusarigama and a purple key off the purple pillow, Ghira motioned for six maidens in waiting to lead the chain wielder away to be cleaned and properly dressed.

Silence lingered.

The side door opened. Out walked two maidens. Between the middle maidens, the victor wore a black robe and a purple sash around her waist. Stepping towards Ghira, she kneeled holding up the pillow towards him. Taking the key, he unlocked the mask. Removing the mask revealed a fair skinned cat faunus with shoulder length black hair and amber eyes.

Tilting her head up, "I, Kali Raksha will be honored to be your wife, mother, and protector of your home."

Handing her weapon back to her, he motioned her to stand on his left.

"Food!" said Ghira clapping, "Drink! Celebrate this is joyous occasion!"

Clapping the room came to life with music, servants, and dancers.

"Kali, this is Adam, our son."

Salaaming, "Honored, my mother to serve you tea."

"I'm not worthy of that respect," said Kali curtsy, "It's more of an honor for me to serve to you and your father."

"And I would be honored teach you how to fix and serve the tea."

Sitting on his bunk, Winston stared at the twins on their scrolls.

"Ok, now why are we sending the night here?" said Winston.

"Winston, my bath water is cold," interrupted Yang from the washing area of the bathroom, "Can you get the heater to work?"

"And you're two not going to help?"

"She called for you," replied Leonard, "Dear brother, it seems Winston is reluctant to help our team leader."

"You would, too," remarked Larry, "Knowing she's setting you up just to remove your pants."

"So she can ride him like the stallion she hyped him to be."

"Or trying to get the master swordsman/healer to plant his enchanted sword into her cave of wonders to do battle with the fearsome dragon within her."

"What the hell is the dragon in that metaphor?" asked Winston.

"Chlamydia."

"Aaaaand this is why I'm deleting my contacts list after graduation!" he sighed entering the washing area.

Seeing smiling Yang, wearing a dark blue towel that didn't hide her curves or muscular body, holding her hands behind her made him uneasy. Her clothes piled on the floor beside a chair.

Checking the water, it was room temperature. Studying the dial, it was set on warm. Checking the fire dust bin, it had dust. Pilot needed to be lit. There lit.

"It…"

Splash went Winston into the metal tube. Spitting water from his mouth allowed Yang to shove her tongue into his mouth. Very naked Yang pinned him against the side of the tube. Her tongue pressed against the roof of Winston's mouth.

Pushing her away, "Yang, this isn't the way."

"I'm an adult. You're an adult. Let's make out like adults."

"Not until the First Crescent Moon of Summer and this is Full Moon of Winter."

"Time doesn't mean a thing to one's biological clock."

"And the twins?"

"The doors locked."

Removing his soaked shirt, she kissed down his chest towards the zipper of his pants. Her attempt in removing his pants allowed him to crawl free of her clasp. Sliding out of the washroom, Winston wrapped his spare belt around the door knob. Pulling Bron-Yr-Aur until he got the right length, he wedged the door closed.

Catching the yellow towel Larry threw at him, he dried himself off which proved difficult with Yang trying to push the door open.

Removing Bron-Yr-Aur caused the door to swing opened and Yang landing on floor.

Standing nude with water dripping from her hair, "Where are you going?" asked Yang watching Winston putting on fresh clothes.

"Putting some distance between us," he said stepping outside.

Staring at the twins, "Honestly," with her hands on her hip, "is there something wrong with me?"

"Physically or mentally?" remarked Larry.

Turning his attention onto the glaring Yang, "If you mean your body," replied Leonard, "There's nothing with your body. In fact, wouldn't mind trying your body."

"However, your dad one inch punching our future," remarked Larry, "and our respect for Winston prevents us from acting on our impulses."

"Respect for Winston?" said Yang.

"Yang, he tolerates your attempts because he has some respect for you and a fear of your dad."

"It seems you're going too fast," said Leonard, "and he's being too caution."

Getting dressed, "Guess a talk is needed," she said, "Does all girls have this trouble with fickle men learning how to shave?" walking outside.

Earlier that day, Jaune followed Bilko's instruction and was staring at watering pool with a small water fall.

"Jaune, my man, you arrived."

"How's does this fit my training to win over Yang?"

Putting his right arm around Jaune, "Tell me, what's coming in a couple quarters from now?"

"More classes."

"What else?"

"More sparring."

Sighing, "Spring."

"Insect buzzing."

"Swimsuit season. That season where females show off their curves and a good amount."

"Thought they wore a one piece just like men do."

"That's on public beaches," motioning to the water pool, "This is a secluded swimming hole where a boy can rub suntan lotion over a girl's body in private."

"I get to rub sun lotion over Yang's body."

"First, your training partner," directing Jaune's to a tree, "Pyhrra!"

Stepping from the tree was Pyhrra with a towel wrapped around her body.

"Hi, Jaune," noticing Jaune wearing his regular cloths, "Am I underdressed?"

"No, Pyhrra, you're not," remarked Bilko, "Jaune, did you forget your swimsuit?"

"I brought this," said Jaune pulling a pink speedo from the right back pocket of his jeans, "you know to tan my butt cheeks."

Rolling his eyes, "Go change behind the tree."

Jaune did. Stepping from behind the tree, Jaune revealed his very white skin tone.

Noticing Jaune's pale skin, "Someone's got a moon tan," remarked Bilko, "You did bring the sun lotion, Jaune?"

Pulling a bottle from pocket of his black hoodie, Jaune smiled his proud smile.

"Go apply it to her back."

Walking away, Bilko realizing this is the hardest lien he had to earn.

Jaune swallowed hard as Pyhrra removed her towel revealing her red flamed two piece swimsuit. Placing the towel on the ground, she laid her stomach against the towel. Jaune stared at Pyhrra's lovely form.

Looking up at Jaune, "Are you ready to apply the lotion?"

"Oh yeah," kneeling beside Pyhrra, "Oh?"

"What's wrong?"

"The string of your swimsuit top unless you want tan lines."

Smiling, Pyhrra's left hand pulled the end of the string allowing Jaune to stare at her bare smooth back.

Squeezing the bottle, splat went the clear brown suntan lotion onto Pyhrra's back. Smiling, Jaune rubbed her back.

Catching the scent of the suntan lotion, "What kind of lotion are you using?" asked Pyhrra.

"Honey scented."

"Oh, honey scented. Honey scented? Hand me the bottle."

Jaune did.

Reading the label, Pyhrra drove into the water. Her green eyes appeared above the water line.

"Something wrong?"

"Yes, honey attracts rapier wasps."

"Is that bad?"

"I hate rapier wasps. That buzzing. Their stingers," shivering.

"Well, I'm sure the water washed the honey off your back making it safe to come out of the water."

"I can't leave the water."

"Why?"

"I lost my top."

"Oh," searching for that top, "Look it's on that branch. How did it get up there?"

Watching Jaune climb up the tree," Be careful, Jaune."

Hugging the branch, Jaune slid towards Pyhrra's swim top.

Crack went Jaune into the swimming hole joining Pyhrra.

Tying her top back on, Pyhrra stepped out of water.

Noticing Jaune still in the water, "Jaune, Why are you still the water?"

"I can't."

"Oh, you lost your speedo."

"Worse," holding up the torn remains of his speedo.

"Here's the towel," placing it close the bank, "I'll turn my back," which she did.

Quickly wrapping the towel around his waist, he darted behind the tree.

Leaning, Pyhrra saw Jaune's bare rear end.

"He's such a dork," thought Pyhrra, "with a nice ass."