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.

Comments

[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.]

[crimsonlight]

[At the sound of his voice, she turns and smiles at him. They hardly knew each other, and yet... and yet it was hard not to feel familiarity and camaraderie with someone who, well. Competed with you.]

[Not to mention that she's in a state of mild disorientation thanks to all the new memories that flooded into her. It leaves her feeling as though she hasn't seen Egon in several months, even though it has only been perhaps weeks.]

Egon! It's good to speak with you again. [She looks him up and down, though in a rather non-sexual way. Yenh nods as she affirms he looks much the same as before.] Are these ambassadors troubling you overmuch? I would gladly cover your escape.

[hauntpadour]

I think I'm used to dealing with people who are nosy and skeptical.

[He laughs to himself mildly, glancing away at the crowd of irritating dignitaries. It's good to have someone close enough to consider a friend in this place.]

[Even if they had been considerably closer a week ago.]

You're not having too much trouble, are you? Being the winner and all.

[crimsonlight]

[Yenh shakes her head, despite her inner frustration. She isn't particularly interested in being in the limelight, yet after her "discussion" with the Mistress, and witnessing a handful of the encounters others had, it seems better to play nice (for now).]

Pray don't think of this a brag, but I am used to having doting admirers.

The only new aspect of it is that the amount I've been propositioned has more than quadrupled. I suppose, if nothing else, I have acquired a share of the local political currency. [Of being an object of sexual desire, she guesses???]

[hauntpadour]

[It does seem a bit like a brag, but he will also join in. Makes it even. The blonde sipped his drink, glancing over the guests. Yes, all eyes (or most) were on Yenh.]

I am too.

But that's good. So you're getting a better home, I'd say.

[crimsonlight]

[Yenh, for her part, manages to look utterly oblivious to the stares. She's used to being looked upon in admiration in places where she was recognized, though with there was always a far lower concentration of people undressing her with their eyes.]

I am! I got to peek at it on the way here. It's nothing special in the grand scheme of things, but it is a proper little cottage.

[hauntpadour]

At least it's not mud floors. And some more storage space.

[Egon certainly is not, though she was a fine partner and more importantly a gracious one.]

[crimsonlight]

[Yenh nods in agreement, giving him an awkward smile.]

Sorry. I don't mean to boast about it. I know that was what you wanted—a proper place to live.

[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?

[crimsonlight]

[ GREAT. ]

[ HERE WE GO. ]

[ Yenh laughs and resists the urge to say "thanks, bye" and turn back to the ambassador asking for a full reinactment of her seduction of the Snow Queen. No, she realizes her bets are better hedged on Kaph. Weirdly. ]

Thank you! [ She offers a shallow bow. ] I'm sorry that you ran into bad luck with your competitors. Better luck next time to you.

[ignisvulpes]

Yeah, I had a bit of bad luck, you could say that. [An over-dramatic sigh.] Getting paired up with some really violent weirdo right in my first round...

[crimsonlight]

[ Yenh just shakes her head. That's answer enough, right? She can't attest to Eowyn's talents in bed, but their conversation over the journals had spoken of resilience and courage. Meanwhile, Kaph was... well, she also didn't know him super well yet, but she's sure he's not what he wants to seem like. ]

Say, I feel as though I haven't had a proper meal in ages. Do you always eat this well at the castle?

[ignisvulpes]

[... Let him just take a quick look around to make sure the Mistress is nowhere near. He can't risk ruining his... half-decent standing with her.]

Well, I'm sure it's better than what you might find out there, buuut... We apprentices don't often get the really good stuff. It's not all it's cracked up to be, you know.

[crimsonlight]

[ Yenh tilts her head, giving him an amused look. ]

[ In light of all the war and rebellion and opportunism she suddenly remembered seeing and enduring back home, she can't help but speak her mind. She is playful about it, but there are no hints of joking in her tone. ]

Should you come to crave freedom more than comfortable survival, there's always village life.

[ignisvulpes]

[If anything anybody's said in the past few days (weeks?) has come even close to hitting him right in the heart, that would be it. Of course he wants freedom. He just wants comfortable freedom, is the thing, the way he's gotten used to - and he's on the path that seems most convenient in order to achieve it.]

Oh, trust me, I don't intend to be her slave forever. I've had enough of being bossed around.

[And THAT is probably the most sincere thing he's said since his abduction.]

[crimsonlight]

[She nods in approval ]

Then you'll be accompanying us to the village once the festivities here are over? I'm certain we can find a clean place for you to sleep! Hells, no doubt the floor of my new home is cleaner than anything.

[ waIT NO ]

[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.]

[crimsonlight]

[There's a brief moment of confusion before realizing that Éowyn got the message she was pitching. Yenh smiles, begging her pardon from the others and that she'll be around to see them again later, she promises.]

[Laying her hand on Éowyn's in kind, she allows herself to be escorted away, speaking for the benefit of those still in earshot.]

What are these gentlemen like, that they should part me from such esteemed company?

[shieldofrohan]

Well-appointed, you will find. [Éowyn smiles back, glancing back over her shoulder to make sure they're out of both sight and earshot before she lets go of Yenh's arm.]

You must be exhausted. I can scarce imagine. I think there is a corner over there where we will be little seen.

[crimsonlight]

[ With a nod of her head, she allows herself to be lead by the other woman around to the semi-private area. It is, she presumes, intentionally designed for privacy. But not too much. At least it seems clean and comfortable enough. ]

Thank you. [ She sits and smiles, though the quirk of her brows suggests Éowyn hit the nail on the head. ]

I've been worse for the wear—and the restoration of my blessing does much and more for my peace of mind, besides.

[shieldofrohan]

Your blessing? [She raises her eyebrow, curious.] Is that what she returned to you?

[crimsonlight]

[Yenh nods.]

The blessing of the Goddess of Light, Hydaelyn. It grants me Her protection and power; I am Her Champion. [Although Yenh speaks with some reverence, there is also no religious fervor behind her words. She may as well be speaking as a sworn knight about her king.]

[shieldofrohan]

[Éowyn notes that tone. It makes more sense to her, frankly, than religious fervour would; she is not a religious woman, but she understands fealty.]

[She smiles a little, sitting down nearby.] Protection and power are a great boon in this place, I imagine. Will you tell me more of her, this Hydaelyn?

[crimsonlight]

It would be my pleasure. [Settling back, she curls her tail neatly around herself and rests her hands, fingers curled, in her lap.]

Hydaelyn is... matronly. Kind, yet distant, foreign, and even unknowable. The very heart of our star. Yet, I do understand this: She wishes to safeguard the realm and its people against the triumph of Darkness.

I have given my life over to executing Her will. [Yenh lays a hand over her heart.] Here, too. This may not be Her star, but I cannot fathom She would ask me to turn my blinder eye on those in need.