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

[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.

[hornymistress]

[She grins.]

I thought you worked with ghosts.

Or are you getting them fresh from the source now? You might try finding some necromancers instead.

[hauntpadour]

There aren't many ghosts to work with here, so far.

[He put his hands on his hips, scowling and glancing away.]

I figured I may as well help some people, since I spotted someone legitimately trying to grow a new arm with a tree.

[Logic doesn't work here, Egon.]

But I would like to get my full tool kit from home.

[hornymistress]

What, are our tools not good enough for you?

[An ambassador hoots about his "tool" from the crowd behind Egon. The others nearby burst into laughter (some genuine and some obviously sycophantic).]

[hauntpadour]

[Egon glances backwards at the crowd,all flat and humorless. Clearly he just needed to get into the party.]

I think I'll take the free, higher quality tools that I'm already a bit more familiar with, thank you.

You wouldn't happen to need a modern physician here I doubt.

[hornymistress]

[At that, she shrugs.][The Mistress reaches into the bag and pulls out the kit, dangling it from one finger despite the weight implied in a box of tools.]

But really. Necromancy.

[hauntpadour]

I think that might be the opposite of my goals, unless I can use it to banish spirits and demons.

[Okay, thank you, tools please. He reaches out to snag the case. Good, surgery and work will be much easier with this.]

[hornymistress]

[Before he can properly snag it away, the Mistress tightens her grip on the case and jerks it away.]

Ah-ah-ah. Doctor, you need to work on your bedside manner.

[hauntpadour]

[Oh god, what now? He doesn't say it out loud, but the extremely unimpressed expression on his face says it all. Egon pulls his hand back, giving the mistress a most annoyed look.]

What now?