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THE MISTRESS' FEAST
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.
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.
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He wore way too little, his guard's outfit is beyond uncomfortable but he is more dressed than the other people. He holds his cape around himself and just sips wine until he stops feeling horrible about the thong he's got on.
A THONG. He doesn't want to think about it but he can't avoid it since the G-string was digging into him. He couldn't wait to get somewhere alone and take this off. Where were his real clothes anyway?
He was out of wine. Damn. Now he has to head through the center of the room to find more...]
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You're new to the guard. My condolences.
[Though the helmet is stuffy, he finds comfort in the slight anonymity it provides him. He leaves it on for now.]
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He doesn't register that someone is in front of him at first. He sees the wine glass and he doesn't take it. That's a stupid idea and rule one of date-rape right? Right. He blinks at the huge man. Most people were bigger than Noctis but he was used to having someone this big around. He wished Gladio was here. He'd help him get out of here and get the thong off.]
Ah, thanks... where are you from? You didn't get stuck in this crap.
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I'm from Ishgard, a city on a star very far from this place, I think. I'm afraid that I am very much stuck here, however.
[He continues holding the glass of wine out. Awkward. ] Take it, lest you think you've had quite enough to drink tonight.
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[he takes the wine finally. He had been ignoring the wine because Stranger Danger but he doubted he was going to get drugged here. He'd taken food from strangers before.]
Thanks. I don't think there's enough alcohol in the world for me now.
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[with the wine glass finally free from his hand, he assumes his usual upright square-shouldered posture.]
Drink all that you like. While we are here, within the castle, your fellow guard will watch over you. You can know us by our green cloaks. I don't trust the Mistress' guard personally, swathed in orange.
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...so you're in the guard too? Good thing we stick together, I guess... what's wrong with the mistress' guard? Other than they guard the mistress directly while we get to socialize and drink? [He was slow on the uptake with the wine, his brain was already buzzed but that didn't stop him from taking a large swallow of this new glass.]
I'm Noctis, by the way.
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[Yenh whirls around and covers her mouth.]
Oh! I'm sorry!
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Get transported to weird world
get drafted into weird guard
get shoved into horrible uniform
get tripped by a... tail???
He doesn't get a good look. He's on the floor, legs splayed, cape under him, everything is on show. The thong, the corset and boob window, the helmet was knocked loose and he winced. His world was spinning. Wow, too much wine... or not enough. But forgive him, he is dazed.]
S'fine. M'cool.
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[Her tail will be bruised tomorrow, but at least it's not her ego, which can't perhaps be said of this fellow.]
[She manages to not linger too long on the... everything before her, kneeling down to offer him help up. Not only is it helpful, but it is also better than staring at his manhood-plus-et-cetera.]
H, here. [She grasps his hand in hers.] Sit up slowly. I'll help.
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Mmm...thanks. You're new here too, aren'cha?
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I am, but we should get you to a couch. You may, ah, wish to adjust your armor.
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What armor? Armor is metal, what I've got on.... ugh don't bring it up.
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[At least she's surprisingly strong for a lithe cat person who is about six inches shorter than him, and the only difficulty she has comes from ensuring he doesn't fall over again.]
Here we are- [She helps him down onto a fainting couch against a wall, still in the dining room, but at least there is more space and breathing room.] Are you in need of anything? Food? Water?
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A little uncomfortable there, Your Majesty?
[It seemed the Mistress wasn't picky on who she brought to this medieval world, whether it be a prince or pauper. He swallowed some red wine, as he scooted along to sit beside the shy prince. Oh, poor Noctis. His eyes drifted downwards to gaze on the prince's small item of underwear.]
I hope it's not too tight down there.
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You. Ugh, YOU. You're here?
[He pulled his cloak around him tighter and sneered at Ardyn. He sipped his wine but it was empty. Right. He forgot. He had to get more.]
What do you want, you gonna fight me in the middle of this mass of people? Why do you-- you aren't in the uniform-- [he groaned again. Of course HE would be stuck in this ridiculous outfit.]
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Why yes, I am here it seems and so are you. I wonder why the Mistress chose to have us here at the same time within this backwards world. Ah, fate can be a funny thing at times, can't it?
[He's enjoying this. Really. Now, he can poke fun at prince Noctis.]
Fight you? Oh no, dear boy! Wouldn't want to make a scene, not here in front of all the guests and our esteemed Mistress. If I wanted a fight I'd pick a nice outdoors scene so we could stretch our legs out properly.
[Another shit-eating smile, as he finished his wine and reached for the bottle filling his empty goblet up once more.]
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[He hates this uniform enough, he wants to pick it off or scream or hide or something and the longer he can't do any of those things makes this so much worse.]
The hell are you doing here anyway, you're already dressed ridiculously enough I guess they didn't feel the need to change you any. You fit right in, Ardyn. Congratulations.
And you wanna go, we can go. [he is far too drunk and he doesn't even know if he can use his weapons here. Don't listen to him right now. He wants more wine too. But he locates a different bottle to fill his glass.]
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[Ardyn knew this could work well and he was going to manipulate the boy in anyway possible, just like he did to people he didn't like. Oh, this was going to be fun. Poor drunk Noctis.]
Go? Ah, you mean fight me? I doubt you can even....
[He leant into the boy's ear and whispered.]
...hold your own cock up right now.
[Why yes, he did just utter those words. He's being a dick as usual and is in a rather flirtatious and dangerous mood. Ardyn slid a hand under the table up Noct's thigh.]