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

[anteojos]

[Great relief comes as this fair, albeit unknown lady, approaches him in sake of establishing small talk. Considering all the efforts he has put into arranging his new home and searching for a proper job, socializing had been neglected ever since he had arrived to the place. And, aside the fact attending the feast was mandatory, this event would prove good in order to rever his current situation as hermit… of sorts.

He returns the toast as well, a smile as she approaches him.]

I believe we haven't met until now, giving my recent arrival to these lands. May I have a name, my lady?

[shieldofrohan]

I thought as much. [There's a certain satisfaction to her smile. It's nice to be right.]

[Clearing her throat, she dips a shallow curtsey, bowing her head just a little - polite, not deferential - and offers her hand.] Éowyn they call me, of Éorl's line. Though that holds little meaning here, I know.

And you, my lord?

[anteojos]

[Though her line name doesn’t ring a bell, it is beyond question for Ignis that the lady in front of him had to belong to royalty back in her lands. It’s her manners, her attitude, nobility surrounding her. She offers a hand, and Ignis obliges in return, a soft, polite smile as she introduces herself.] I would hardly believe you mentioned your line in sake of bragging, lady Éowyn.

I am Ignis Scientia, former assistant of a certain heir of a crown, now a mere idle peasant looking forward to see what to do with all the spare time he has got in his hands.

Are all the feasts in these lands like this, lady Èowyn?

[shieldofrohan]

I cannot imagine so, not without wondering how they can be afforded. Yet I have attended few. Perhaps I am wrong, and these revels are ordinary.

[She smiles, a little apologetically.]

In short, I fear I know not. But it is more restrained than some gatherings here, at least.

[anteojos]

Neither I can tell, only assume these gatherings must be of importance giving how attendance was mandatory for everyone.

[Restrained? Well, that comment sure makes both of his eyebrows rise in surprise, although Ignis hadn't seen anything out of the norm.]

I could tell, though it's still hard for me to accustom myself to the attires. I don't recall events in my lands demanding such clothing from us.

[shieldofrohan]

[She smiles in wry agreement.]

Nor in mine, my lord. It grows a little easier with time, though I think not so much as expected.

[She looks down, briefly, at her long bare legs, at the corset that's managing to make pretty substantial cleavage from not particularly substantial breasts.]

At least here I am not expected to fight in such attire. 'Tis a wonder to me that all my comrades in the barracks do not have broken legs and arrow-pierced hearts.