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]

[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.

[shieldofrohan]

[There's something rather strained and sad about her smile.]

You speak of dignity as if you value it not. As if it were not a thing within your reach to gain.

[blackdogstar]

Y.... es.....? Usually folks just laugh along with me, you know.

[Lady you should meet his family. They made him never want to touch dignity ever again with a ten-foot pole if it meant associating any part of himself with.... that. "Keeping up appearances". No bloody thanks.]

[shieldofrohan]

[Éowyn looks a little abashed, actually.]

I am not a great one for laughter.