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

[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.

[moonshined]

A bear.

[Remus shakes his head, scoffing, ignoring that his cheeks are turning pink.]

Highly doubt that. Not while I'm de-wolfed, anyway.

[blackdogstar]

[He grins, shrugs, gives Remus a nudge.]

Bloody well why not? Maybe not de-wolfed, though, no.

[He deflates a little. He does so hate not being able to turn into Padfoot. It's like missing a limb.]

[moonshined]

Even...even under the full moon, a bear is massive. Much larger than I ever am. [He cracks a grin.] Your faith in me is inspiring, really.

D'you miss being able to turn? Maybe you could...ask Mistress for Pads back?

[blackdogstar]

Yeah but you're scrappy. [And he kind of believes Remus is capable of anything he sets his mind to, also, so there's. That.]

What can I say, I'm a faithful bloke. [Wow he had to struggle to keep a straight face there.]

It like, itches, I want to turn so badly. [He squirms to illustrate.] I dunno if she'd let me... she's so strict and you know how I am about obedience.

[moonshined]

[Remus lets out a loud snort, which ends in a sort of choking noise at the 'obedience bit.' He may or may not have just choked on his own saliva. His hand comes up to cover his nose, which is currently stinging a bit.]

Yeah, you're...you're right naughty [he sputters, feeling his face growing even warmer.] I need a drink. D'you need a drink? I'm going to go and get a drink.

[blackdogstar]

[Oh. Was he. Did he. Oh. Hahaha, wow. Remus sure did react to that strongly, and Sirius can't help but laugh awkwardly at the response.]

I'd love a drink. Yeah, let's have a drink.

["You're right naughty." The way he said that is going to follow Sirius to the grave.]

[moonshined]

[God, if only he could just melt into the floor and never resurface. What is wrong with him? Why does he keep having all these weird...thoughts that seem to have a lot to do with things that almost happened that night in the brothel?

No. It's fine. Just normal, invasive thoughts. Nothing out of the ordinary, here.

He goes and gets two goblets of very strong wine from the barrel at the back of the hall and comes back, giving one over to Sirius.]

Drink up, mate.

[He's already started on his. Save him.]

[blackdogstar]

[There is no saving him, no saving either of them. Chugalug, mate, Sirius can't handle his life sober anymore.

Especially not when those 'invasive thoughts' are starting to make his body try to misplace the garden he's wearing. He did not plan for this. He should have planned for this.

Yeah he's just... kinda downing the whole thing.]

[moonshined]

[Alright, wine is good, wine is helping. Except he happens to glance down and notice that those flowers sure are shifting in alarming places. Oh, boy. Okay.]

Good wine. Good stuff. It's sort of...warm in here, innit?

[Like, stiflingly warm. Even in a crop top. Help him. All he can think of is that almost kiss in the brothel.]

[blackdogstar]

[Oh bloody hell don't look why did you look. At least there's some mercy in that Sirius didn't notice because he was too busy downing his wine. He feels a little dizzy and that's quite the relief.]

Hmm is it? [He seems to think about that very hard for a moment.] Yeah, it sort of is. Oooooooo.... man. This place is bonkers, huh?

[moonshined]

[Okay. It's okay. Sirius doesn't seem to know that Remus knows. That's comforting. He noses into his wine goblet again, taking temporary refuge, which gives Sirius time to think about his answer.]

Bonkers...well, that's one way of putting it. [He claps a hand to his face. Shit. Are his cheeks turning pink? Is that what's happening here? Okay. Damage control.]

Should we—d'you want to, maybe, go outside? Get a bit of fresh air?

[blackdogstar]

[Sirius doesn't feel like he knows much, at the moment. The wine is kicking in quickly and he is full of warmth and bubbles. He feels his body coming to attention, so to speak, and that makes him think about the sexual encounters he's had recently, again...]

Yeah, fresh air, allright. You gettin a bit overwhelmed again, Moony? The locals too much for ya?

[moonshined]

A...a bit.

[Sure. It's the locals. It's the locals, and not Sirius Black getting a hard-on in a god damn flower bikini that's getting to him. Remus takes a steadying breath, willing himself to stay cool, because the minute he stops staying cool it will be incredibly apparent in these leather pants.]

C'mon, let's step out. Think I just need to...clear my head.

[blackdogstar]

[It's a good excuse! Remus is always getting uncomfortable with the way the natives of this place bring the sexy, right? It couldn't possibly be something else, less obvious!]

Yeah, yeah, for sure, lets go.

[He stands himself up, polishes off his drink, and stumbles a little before his head stops swimming.]

Air, yes. Cool, fresh air...

[Help.]

[moonshined]

Right. It'll be....good.

[Alright, Remus may as well finish off his wine, too, right? So they're on equal footing. For...for the fresh air. He slams his goblet down a little more forcefully than intended, and heads toward the door, hoping that the fresh air hitting his face will shake him out of this strange mood he's in, at least a little bit.]

[blackdogstar]

[It's a good idea and a solid plan, but it doesn't do much for Sirius except make him miss being able to turn into Padfoot. Fresh air always makes him want that dog nose and to go galloping.

He sighs and it comes out way more melodramatic than he meant for it to. He lean-flops against the nearest solid object.]

I dunno if my brain always feels this funny when I drink... I dun' think so. Maybe they put somethin' in the wine? That's the sorta thing they do 'round here...

[Yep, aphrodisiacs are definitely why he's feeling this way.]

[moonshined]

[Remus eyes his friend up questioningly; he's used to dramatic flopping from Sirius Black, but it's not something he expects at the moment.]

You..you think so? Think they'd drug us up without saying anything?

[At past events, he's always noticed things neatly labeled as pumped full of aphrodisiacs. But there had been no such warning on the cask he'd poured from.]

What d'you mean by 'funny'?

[blackdogstar]

[He glances up and sees Remus looking at him and feels something twinge in his guts. He actually looks away. He isn't able to think through the process of realizing why, either. His eyebrows knit together.]

Maybe not... there is usually a warning, I guess...

[The Mistress does that much, at least. He shakes his head at the question, unable to find better words for a long moment.]

Fuzzier than usual. Floaty? Really... distracted...

[He looks up at Remus properly, and sort of squints, and stares.]

[moonshined]

Oh.

[Remus suddenly finds himself subject to Staring, and it's not something he was expecting, and he can feel his face growing hot; abruptly, he turns his head to face forward, his expression that of a deer caught in headlights.]

Right. Think I know what you mean.

[He's quiet for a long moment, and then he turns his head, keeping his gaze down so he's not looking right at Sirius.]

Been thinking a lot about that night...in the brothel.