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.

[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?

[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.

[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.

[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.]

[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?

[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.

[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.

[crimsonlight]

[When Yenh strides into the hall for the feast, there's something... different about her. It's not just her clothes, which are different (now red instead of black, and with a bit of armor to boot), but her whole demeanor. She moves with long, purposeful strides—as if she weren't just back from a trip to meet-and-fuck a goddess of winter, but from doing something far more serious.]

[She tries to lock eyes with the Mistress, but fails; so she takes her seat as directed, albeit stiffly. It's only then that she seems to notice those around her, and offers them a silent, reassuring smile as she accepts wine from an offered platter.]

[And after the feast, she'll linger around, allowing the ambassadors to pass her around like a living object of conversation. She offers a few polite words and plenty of smiles to them, but the occasional glance she tosses to her fellow abductees screams for extraction.]

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((OOC: Guess who canon updated!!! Yes, you guessed right, it's this cat.))

[hauntpadour]

Hello again, miss Quryoja.

[Egon is wandering down a little more quietly. He'd lost, that was fine- he was still deciding what he wanted, though. He wondered a little bit if he could get a better house rather than something from home. He didn't know what from there he could use, really.]

[But he'd figure it out, and in the meantime he will talk kindly with his former competitor.]

[ignisvulpes]

[HEY, YENH, THIS IS THE KIND OF RESCUE YOU WERE HOPING FOR, RIGHT]

Heeey there. Long time no see!

[He grins. Look, Yehn is like... one of two or three people here with whom he might still have a chance to make himself look good. His ego is screaming too and he's doing all he can to appease it.]

Congratulations! I guess you weren't kidding about your skills, huh?

[shieldofrohan]

[Éowyn knows that look when she sees it, and swoops in to the rescue, coming up beside Yenh with a smile and resting her hand lightly on the other woman's arm.]

Yenh, my friend, there are some men across the room who would fain speak with the Champion. Come, let me introduce you to them!

[There are no men, of course. It's a good solid excuse in Éowyn's experience, though.]

[ignisvulpes]

[To Kaph, there's a certain degree of humiliation inherent to the simple fact that he isn't the one seated at the end of the table. It may not be a big deal to anybody else, but to him, it IS. He didn't win. He didn't come out on top. He won't be showered in adoration or playing with dozens upon dozens of female fans eager to meet him, the Fuck Champion.

So yeah, he's a little pouty during the meal - save for the moments when eyes happen to be on him; at those times, he puffs out his chest and smirks - but he sure is going to do his best to play the field during the rest of the party. For the most part, he'll be trying to suck up to the more important-looking guests and telling them vastly inflated tales about his own accomplishments, but he won't be avoiding fellow off-worlders or anything.

He may be particularly easy to catch when he's helping himself to the booze every hour or so.]

[shieldofrohan]

[Éowyn, for her part, appears almost at ease, though her manners are a little over-formal and modest, out of place compared to those around her. Feasts and parties have been a part of her duties since she was a child.]

[That doesn't stop the flash of anger in her eyes when she spots Kaphlar on his own, though, and although she extricates herself from her conversation with immense grace, she bears down on him rather less genteely.]

Kinra. I would have words.

[hauntpadour]

It is a little disconcerting that he's still in a hut that he cannot for the life of him make feel like home, but at least he's getting something from home. And at least he made it decently into the competition, even if he really lost in his second round. Aymeric and Yenh had both been good partners and decent people, and he certainly felt better about how this world worked than he did upon arrival.

So it's not so bad, even with dirt floors and his distaste with the mistress. Egon has his badge, his revealing new black lace-up undershorts, tall sandals, and a dazzling collar-necklace something. He also has a drink, quietly enjoying the nice meal and telling others about his medical practice.

"And how did the contest go for you?" He leans over slightly, asking the nearest of his fellow arrivals, the smell of just-about-enough alcohol on his breath.

[shieldofrohan]

"It was..." Éowyn considers the question, sipping her own wine delicately, a crease marring her smooth forehead. "In truth, I know not. It was strange, let us say."

Strange. Yes, that's one way to put it. She lost her virginity, she slept with a man she despises, and she lay with a woman. None of those were things she would have anticipated a month or so ago. It has been some time now, and she still isn't sure how to feel about it, or what to do with the heady realisation that, actually, she liked it. So. Strange.

She clears her throat, tossing her waist-length hair back over one shoulder, and smiles politely. "I fear I know you not. Have we spoken, ere now?"

[heiresy]

The guard, an obvious off-worlder by the color of his cape and his male physique, removes his helm to reveal his identity.

"I would say that you know quite well how the contest went for me, Egon," the words tumble from his mouth in a honeyed tone. He replies more quietly than Egon, signaling that he would prefer to elude the eavesdroppers. If he can, if any of them can, for that matter. "I enjoyed our time well. I have never enjoyed losing before then."

Aymeric lifts his own glass to his lips, looking over Egon's ostentatious little number.

"You dress for the occasion." Painfully neutral, said as a compliment.

[shieldofrohan]

[Éowyn is good at circulating at parties, good at conversing with nobility, good at being a ladylike and considerate guest. What she's even better at, and from the same experiences at home, is finding ways to excuse herself from festivities without seeming rude.]

[It's harder, of course, without propriety and honour to call upon, or at least not in the sense she's used to. It's also harder when her face is known, and when she's all but naked by her standards, a little harder still. Even so, she's doing a good job of avoiding talking for too long to any one noble or ambassador, and contrives to spend much of her time at the edges of the party, sipping very slowly and consideringly at a glass of wine.]

[If she knows you, she may hail you. If not, well... she might not look it, but she's open for a conversation.]

[heiresy]

[Though they've conversed through books, and he's seen her around, he hasn't had a proper conversation with her just yet. While he's being a good little politician, he figures he may as well properly introduce himself to her. Even though he would never have dreamt of speaking to a woman back home dressed as he was now... He simply tried to ignore that he was wearing a thong at all, certain that she would be sympathetic.]

Hail, I've seen you in the barracks and on duty, yet we have not been assigned together.

[He holds out his hand for a shake, his other arm holding his helmet. He manages to put aside his awkward feelings long enough to give her a genuine smile.]

My name is Ser Aymeric. I haven't the pleasure of your name just yet, Lady...?

[blackdogstar]

[Sirius may have taken a blow to his pride, but he at least got some good sex out of it, right? Right. And summer is here! That should be fun!

Honestly he's trying not to sulk. But he's doing it in style, at least. He enlisted the help of some natives to find something suitably ridiculous and thematic to wear.

It resulted in him being glad in nothing but flowers. Actual fucking flowers. In the form of what is more or less a bikini. Too bad he wouldn't get any Lady Gaga references. He thinks he looks fabulous. It's debatable if he'd being ironic or not.

He can be found stuffing his face, trying to sit like he's sexy, or approaching people in attempts to flirt.]

Care for a dance?

[moonshined]

[Remus, meanwhile, has had mercy taken on him, the worst thing about his attire being that the leather breeches are rather tight, and his tunic top only hits him just below the ribs. He can't say the same for his best friend, who he soon discovers has been dressed in something that Remus isn't quite sure he'd classify as clothing. His eyebrows shoot up into the tawny shag of his hair.]

Holy hell, what are you wearing?

[anteojos]

[Ignis should have known better this would be no ordinary feast. Starting with the… very unique invitation card he was held by the guard which kindly delivered it to him. And considering he hadn’t been around enough… why not? It wasn’t like he could choose to attend or not anyway, giving how everyone’s presence was mandatory. And how a punishment was to be delivered, should he refuse to come.

At least he was allowed to keep his glasses. And his underwear too, thanks the Astrals. The rest of his (alleged) attire consisted on a leather harness he got to pick, after a lady in the market suggested he should show off more of his personal attributes. And he didn’t quite got the catch of the phrase, that until he was taken to the place and… well.

It’s how he ends up here, at the feast, taking a good look at everything that unfolds in front of his eyes, a glass of something held in his hand as he mentally debates wether to drink it or not.]

[shieldofrohan]

[It's the discomfort that catches Éowyn's eye, and makes her sure of his foreignness. She doesn't hurry towards him, but lets herself shift in that direction without any obvious purpose, until she's standing next to him - a tall, leggy blonde whose outfit leaves only a little more to the imagination than his does.]

[She raises her glass a little in salute, and nods to him.]

I fear I know you not, my lord. Are we well-met?

[heiresy]

[Aymeric has just finished with his immensely public display of having to lick the Mistress' boots for his cat in return. He tells himself that it was worth it to stay in her good graces, maybe. He's not too excited about her giving him "permission" to whore himself. Either way, Aymeric is trying diligently to keep his disgruntled cat in arm reach while nursing a glass of wine. He has replaced his helmet- as if that truly makes him any more anonymous. ]

Oh- pray mind his claws. He's not terribly fond of others!

[This cat might be trying to climb under your chair or onto you for a better vantage point. Too bad that it would be improper for him to leave so early. ]

[crimsonlight]

[Yenh lights up, only flinching as the cat climbs on top of her head. Not the best choice if you want to see up high, kitty, but help yourself to her towering 5'2".]

Such a feisty little fellow! Ow!

[Getting roughed up by a harmless cat is a very good way to not open with what she saw the Mistress do to him.]

[starless_sky]

[You may find a handsome and petrified young man who was downing wine. Noctis was drinking as a way to avoid other people and you couldn't talk when you had a glass to your lips so he was about drunk already. The dinner was awful, even though the food was delicious. He was in a strange place with strange people and a horrifying uniform.

He wore way too little, his guard's outfit is beyond uncomfortable but he is more dressed than the other people. He holds his cape around himself and just sips wine until he stops feeling horrible about the thong he's got on.

A THONG. He doesn't want to think about it but he can't avoid it since the G-string was digging into him. He couldn't wait to get somewhere alone and take this off. Where were his real clothes anyway?

He was out of wine. Damn. Now he has to head through the center of the room to find more...]

[heiresy]

[A guard that he hadn't seen before? Odd, for sure. He slows his approach as he realizes the other man is certainly drunk. He couldn't blame him. How many nights had he spent mourning his old uniform with a bellyful of ale? As long as he could stand, he could drink, as far as Aymeric was concerned. He poaches a fresh glass of wine from a platter and stands in front of Noctis, the glass extended. He's notably tall as far as men in the room go- easily eye level with Gladio. He tries to give the other a reassuring smile.]

You're new to the guard. My condolences.

[Though the helmet is stuffy, he finds comfort in the slight anonymity it provides him. He leaves it on for now.]

[maledictus_semper]

[If anyone knew Ardyn then they would know that he did enjoy a good drop of fine wine when he could find it. He was currently sat at the table, eyeing the Mistress up with his piercing amber gaze whilst clutching at his goblet, occasionally sipping at his drink. Oh, he was going to have some fun tonight at this feast.

The Chancellor's attire was one of class laced with a hint of kinkiness. It was a leather outfit consisting of straps that went across his chest and down to his waist. It was rather like a harness but it was lined with black fur along the straps. Of course, he wore a black thong to match the attire which was tight enough to show off his manhood but not too tight as to constrict his movements. Oh yes, he was quite enjoying himself at the moment, oogling the other guests and engaging in conversation where he could.]

I must say I do enjoy a good party when it's got the right company.

[crimsonlight]

Oh? Is this the right company, then?

[She took it as a passing comment—the kind she normally wouldn't respond to, perhaps just nod and carry on—but she is trying to make some new and powerful allies here. Not recognizing him, she presumes he must be an ambassador of some kind.]

[For her part, Yenh is dressed "properly." Not a hint of kink here—just fabric and a few bits of plate armor to decorate this short but gallant-looking cat lady.]