THE MISTRESS' FEAST

[loveskulls]

With the return of the winner of the Fuckfest, the Mistress has formally announced an important and exclusive feast--and decreed that all of her extra-dimensional pets (that means you) are to attend. This news is delivered by the guards, both native to this world and otherwise, who are also tasked with distributing butt-plugs that have the words "Congratulations on not dying of exposure" engraved in their bases.

If you try not to attend, you will be forced into it anyway. It is compulsory on pain of death. Sorry. However, upon being escorted/invited into the great hall of the castle, you are welcomed by a fantastic and bustling scene. Music plays, performers dance, and the smell of food hangs in the air as platters are carried around by servants who take the time to offer portions to each guest. Not to mention the wine! The ambassadors and other guests in attendance are in varying states of undress, but no one is completely naked—and at least those who come close are not sitting on top of the table or anything. There is almost a sense of decorum to this particular event.

At the very head of the table, clad in an extraordinarily expensive-looking set of BDSM lingerie and her horned crown, sits the Mistress. Flanked by two of her highest ranking guards, she laughs and smirks at the chatter of the ambassadors sitting nearby, paying no attention to anyone else except those who have already earned her good graces.

Regardless of your job, you will all be seated all together at the very end of the table, furthest away from the Mistress. Yenh, the fuckfest winner, gets the honor of being at the end, but there’s a lot flowers and statues blocking the view anyway. She's out of earshot for whatever dinner discussions you'd like to have—but her loyal guards, servants, and the less-well-received ambassadors are not.

Once the feasting winds down, the Mistress rises and climbs the steps to the throne at the end of the room. She settles in and only now lays her eyes upon the Kingdom's special arrivals.

"Come and claim your rewards. Don't be shy."

She turns her gaze toward Estinien, the sole person who did not participate in the Fuckfest while it was ongoing, and grins. "You, too."

Once the dinner is over, nothing stops you from milling about to socialize, get caught up in an ambassador's after-dinner sex party, or to just leave with your shiny new prizes.

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THE MISTRESS

[hornymistress]

[ She's waiting. ]

[ As a reminder, all Fuckfest participants get one small item from home, as well as the lingerie and badge. Come interact with her and ask for your prize! ]

[crimsonlight]

[Yenh makes her way up, stopping at the bottom of the dais. She has a feeling that she's supposed to bow, or kneel, or something. But she doesn't. She won't. Although she knows better than to outright disrespect the Mistress to her face, she also doesn't see a need to go out of her way and grovel.]

I am Yenh Quryoja. I've done the deed for which I won the right.

[hornymistress]

Seeing as no one here is frostbitten, yes, I'd say you have.

[The Mistress looks her over, as a guard emerges from a side door bearing a wrapped package. She hands it to Yenh, and then withdraws again.]

Several of our ambassador guests are eager to hear all about your "deed." Well, go on.

[crimsonlight]

[She accepts the package, but doesn't bother opening it. That seems rude, and also, humiliating. People don't need to see the fancy underwear she knows she's getting.]

[But at the Mistress' order, her tail stiffens, and she lurches back slightly.]

What- what, here? Right now? But... but that's private.

[ignisvulpes]

[Kaphlar Kinra is not above flattery when he thinks it might just serve his purposes. That is the sole reason why he meets the Mistress with a deep bow (which either looks more impressive or just goofier thanks to how long his legs are).]

Your Highness! It's truly an honour to be before you tonight.

[He slowly rises, a buttery smile on his face.]

Could I have a moment of your time?

[hornymistress]

[She raises her eyebrows at him, but seems to have a pleasant enough reaction. Or at least, she isn't actively hostile.]

Of course.

You're one of the apprentices, aren't you? Knocked out in your first round?

[ignisvulpes]

[It takes him all he has not to grind his teeth for more than a split second.]

My opponent cheated, Your Highness. Nearly broke my leg! I didn't want any trouble, so I decided to do as she said.

[hauntpadour]

[Egon will approach the mistress quickly and quietly. He's not incredibly good at pretending to respect people he doesn't, so lets get this over with quickly please.]

Hello, mistress.

I'm here to put in my prize request.

[hornymistress]

[The Mistress looks at him.]

Stiff. And not in the right way. [Not that she's offended, so that's something. But she also won't let him off the hook that easily.]

How is village life treating you, doctor? Enjoying tracking filth everywhere?

[hauntpadour]

[Oh, boy. He's interacted with her so little that the doctor has almost forgotten that the mistress is, in fact, a bit of a cruel tyrant.]

[He glances away and tries to keep a bit of sass out of his voice.]

Not particularly. It's not good for a medical practice.

[shieldofrohan]

[Éowyn neither likes nor trusts the Mistress, but she is a noble lady, and she knows well enough how to hide her feelings and act with grace when it is appropriate. So, when she approaches the throne, she curtseys elegantly and bows her head in what seems to her a proper kind of obeisance, and is sure to keep her eyes lowered.]

My lady. I seek that which was promised, a token only. I seek my shield.

[hornymistress]

I'll give it to you.

[A guard brings out a formless sack and stands at the ready. The Mistress begins to reach into it, but then stops. It isn't so much that she changed her mind as she was teasing Éowyn; she instead rests her chin on that hand.]

Which did you prefer: fucking a man or a woman?

[shieldofrohan]

[It takes all her self-control not to react too obviously to the question. Even so, she can't help her cheeks reddening, no matter how strictly she keeps herself from cringing.]

I won against both a man and an excuse for one, my lady. There is no joy in defeat.

[That's a non-answer, really, but it's the best she can think of, especially when Remus and Kaphlar were such different partners.]

[heiresy]

[And Aymeric is dressed properly in his guard uniform. He knows well enough to show up clean and recently polished. He had some pride, even if he was dressed like this. As loathe as he is to do so, he bends at the knee, sinking to the ground before her. he removes his helmet and bows his head.]

Mistress, I have come to humbly accept my rewards.

[Any disdain he has for her is very carefully tucked away. By the Fury, he was a professional.]

[hornymistress]

So you have. [That was what she liked to see. It's not like the Mistress assumes people like him are genuinely loyal to her, but as long as they kept in their place, she didn't care what secret loathing or whatever they felt for her. Actually, that made it better.]

[And that's why she issues an order.]

Crawl up here.

[heiresy]

[He steadies his nerves and swallows his pride.]

Yes, Mistress.

[Aymeric places his helmet on the ground and crawls up to the foot of her throne, all too aware of the eyes on him. No matter. All in the room knew that this was a matter of survival.]

I await your orders, Mistress.

[blackdogstar]

[Well, he certainly isn't shy, even if he's a bit put-out about losing right off the bat. So much for all that bragging. He practically pouts his way up to her throne.]

You called?

[hornymistress]

I did. [Oh, no, Sirius. Oh no. She sees that slight slump, the lack of bluster.]

Why the long face? Are the free gifts, fame, and revelry not to your liking? Should I ask the slaves to dance for you? Maybe peel a grape?

[blackdogstar]

[At least he's still dressed ostentatiously? He doesn't feel he deserves a prize, though. It's sort of mocking.]

Oh, no, not that at all, lady Mistress. Revelry is always to my liking. I would rather not my fame be related to instant loss, is all.

[Poor boy really thinks he's just So Great in bed.]

[moonshined]

[Remus, ever the polite young man, doesn't beeline for the Mistress. Instead, he waits until she's got a gap in visitors, and approaches her throne with reverent posture. After only a moment of hesitation, he drops to one knee at the foot of her throne.]

My lady. Thank you for gathering us all here today.

[hornymistress]

Good, you have manners.

[Not that she sounds especially impressed—basic-level groveling shouldn't be such a rarity. It's like the rude ones barely know how to dress themselves.]

Are you enjoying yourself? If you need fresh air, you could go moon-gaze on the balcony.

You're welcome, by the way.

[moonshined]

[Remus chuckles awkwardly, and glances up at the Mistress through the flop of his hair.]

I'm English. My mum and dad brought me up right, ma'am.

[The moon-gazing comment has him blinking back surprise, and his cheeks turn just a little pink.]

The moon and I aren't exactly friends, up until recently. But it's a very nice party even so.

[dravanicide]

[Curious that he would receive an... "honorable mention", but he doesn't trust this at all. He supposes it'll be best if he approaches her like she said, who knows what she'd do if she were forced to come to him. He dealt with Ishgardian nobility enough to know what sort of tantrums come from those with an inflated sense of superiority.

So, without further ado, he finally makes his way over, barely even sparing her a glance as he speaks:]

Mistress.

[hornymistress]

[She doesn't even take the bait with that tiny bit of insubordination. No, she has bigger ideas.]

There you are.

It has come to my attention that you're still a prude. What are we going to do about it?

[dravanicide]

[Estinien lets out an annoyed and incredulous sound at the prude comment.]

Scant a prude, merely uninterested in idiotic frivolity when the issue could be solved just as swiftly with a well aimed lance.

[But the other part...]

Naught at all, if you know what's good for you.