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

[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?

[blackdogstar]

[As much as Sirius would appreciate the sight of Remus in less, he knows how unlikely that is, so he simply settles for appreciating those skinny legs in skinny pants. Leather is a good look on him.

He is... quite more comfortable with that thought than he would have been, some months ago. He grins and puts himself on display.]

You like it?

[moonshined]

[Remus seems completely unaware of any admiration on Sirius's end; he winds his arms around his chest as if that'll hide anything he might be insecure about.]

It's...certainly something. Aren't you...cold? Uncomfortable? Cor, I'd sink right into the floor if they tried making me wear that.

No offense.

[blackdogstar]

[Sirius wishes there was something he could do to inject Remus with some goddamn confidence. At least a little understanding of his own attractiveness. He looks like he's shriveling poor thing.]

I feel fantastic! I'm festive! Merlin, I know you're all modest and rubbish, but you don't look bad either, mate.

[moonshined]

small>[Remus's spine goes ramrod-straight, and he gets a little flustered. Maybe it's just instinctive, or maybe he's thinking about the incident at the brothel...

Pull yourself together, Remus, he's only your best friend.]

Ah—thanks. It's not the most, well, I wouldn't pick it, but. It is what it is, I suppose.

[blackdogstar]

[Sirius notes the posture thing, but he takes it to just be Remus' usual nerves. He always acts odd when he's being complimented. That's nothing new.

What is new is the little extra spark of delight Sirius feels at making Remus fluster. The sense of warmth he's getting looking at the form-fitting clothes and the little peek of midriff. Arse.]

Well there's nothing wrong with looking like a nerdy professor most of the time I suppose, but there's definitely a lot more you could get away with.

[Is he... flirting?]

[moonshined]

[Leave him alone, he loves his tweed and elbow patches and wooly sweaters.

Remus lets out a nervous little chuckle, suddenly looking anywhere except at Sirius's face, because he's pretty sure he'll combust if he does.]

You think? I dunno. I think this is about as scandalous as I'll manage. I don't think anyone'd want to see my scratched-up, scrawny chest, yeah?

[blackdogstar]

[He's a snuggly boy and a total nerd and Sirius hates that he finds it so endearing, sometimes. And he's really about to lose his shit about what that 'endearment' is turning into.]

I dunno, scrawny isn't the word I'd use. The scars make you look tougher, bigger. Like you could wrestle a bear.

You actually probably could, come to think of it.

[shieldofrohan]

...Ai, blóstman!

[She covers her mouth with her hand to stifle the rather unladylike snort of laughter that wants to escape when she sees how he's dressed, but it's impossible to hide the surprised laughter in her eyes.]

What are you wearing? Or did you mistake a field for your wardrobe?

[blackdogstar]

[He can still tell she's laughing and he will grin and put his hands on his hips. He looks amazing, thank you very much.]

I'm wearing a flower bikini, obviously. It's festive.

[shieldofrohan]

...A flower what?

[That explained nothing, Sirius.]

How is it made? How... I see naught to hold it up. Who gave you that?

[blackdogstar]

Well I suppose they're flower underclothes, really.

[Those are universal, right?]

One of the other magic underlings here at the castle. Everyone was terribly eager to help when I asked for advice. I thought: magic clothes, why not?

[shieldofrohan]

To call them clothes might be to overstate the case.

[There's definitely a smile there, though.]

Yet to each man his own desires, I suppose. For my part, I would not trust clothes without weaving or stitches. Then again, for my part I have little trust for magics.

[blackdogstar]

[Vast, unbothered shrug. He's still grinning right back.]

That's fair, that's fair. I suppose it's also a point to make that I sort of don't mind if I end up naked, either. When in- [He's about to say 'when in Rome' but she surely won't know that saying.]

Might as well go native.

[shieldofrohan]

[It's amazing how much a well-trained lady of court can express in raising a single eyebrow. A touch of curiosity, a sprinkle of scorn, a dry kind of amusement...]

If it serves you to do so. For myself, I fear I have not yet been here long enough for that.

[blackdogstar]

[His extended family certainly wasn't of Court, but there is something painfully familiar about that eloquent expression and it cuts a little close to home.

He brushes it off with a flip of his hair so he has an excuse to look away.]

It seems to be treating me well enough so far. But I came here with already deficient dignity so I was ahead of the game.

[crimsonlight]

[Yenh answers his question with widened eyes and little else than an up-and-down look.]

[Wait, no, she found a verbal response for him.]

Wouldn't they fall off?

[blackdogstar]

[Sheepish grin?????

He hopes she hasn't judged him too harshly for, you know, losing. He likes her too much to be okay with her having a poor opinion of him.

He's cute at least, right?]

Only if I want 'em to! Magic and all that.

[crimsonlight]

[Bringing her hands up to her mouth, she bursts into giggles. But not at his expense at all, and she makes that clear by sweeping her arms out and exclaiming cheerfully.]

Brilliant! Not that I think I could pull off such a daring look, yet you certainly manage.

[blackdogstar]

[Aw yes that is exactly what he was hoping for. He tries to look bashful and preen at the same time.]

Don't undersell yourself! All it takes is a little confidence.

[And an utter lack of shame.]

[crimsonlight]

[Yenh shakes her head, giving him a little playful bit of applause.]

No, I insist! My beauty lies in my strength, whereas yours is in your shining confidence.

[Which, to be fair, she also has her share of. But she thinks it is a nice way to say "I wouldn't be caught dead wearing naught but a floral arrangement."]

[blackdogstar]

[Yenh is a good sport and Sirius is loving her for it.]

Fine, I concede. Your strength also lies in your debating skills, it seems.

[Playful smirk. He is happy to be the willing butt of the joke if it will make people smile.]

[crimsonlight]

You learn a thing or two when you dine with politicians.

[She gestures around broadly, and by broadly I mean "performs one slow and dramatic twirl with her arms outstretched."]

Though I'm even more out of my depths than I usually am at these occasions.

[blackdogstar]

[Sirius makes a very dramatic face of disgust at the very idea.]

You poor, brave arse.

[He does descend into giggles at her dramatic twirl though.]

I believe we all are, at that, so no worries there. I'd rather be out of my depth like this than the usual ways...

[You know, with politicking and subtle ass kissing and all that garbage.]