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

[crimsonlight]

[Yenh nods.]

Without my fellow Scions and their Sharlayan gadgetry, I can't say for certain, but... she wasn't a primal. Nor can I say that she's a true goddess, yet I can say with certainty that she is a being of great power.

I was ready to kill her, if it came to that. Blessedly, there was no remote need. Only tea, and awkward cuddling after.

[heiresy]

I wonder, then, if anything in this world is familiar? Even our own evils have failed to follow us here. I haven't heard fearful whispers of voidsent in the night, nor warnings of familiar beastkin. In turn, I worry sometimes that we are beyond the reach of the Twelve.

[Sounds like someone has a couple unanswered prayers, at least. Though, easily, he says: ]

Blessed is an encounter that is merely awkward and not bloody. Did she act as an ordinary woman might, then?

[crimsonlight]

[Yenh purses her lips, and chooses not to chase those unanswered prayers. If she doesn't pry about his concerns, then he won't think to return the favor.]

Yes, actually. Aside from the fact that I felt as though I was bedding a sensually-shaped pile of ice and snow.

[heiresy]

How... Peculiar. I suppose I imagined as much...

[his thoughts stray to Shiva for a moment... To Ysayle... The slightly drunken thoughts of laying with dragons visits him as he considers Estinien's new predicament. ]

Speaking of bedding as a task, surely you bore witness to the curse the Mistress placed upon our dear, loose-lipped dragoon.

[crimsonlight]

I did. [Her frown deepens as do her thoughts of the matter.]

[Finally, she reaches a decision—though largely more to speak than out of any hesitation for helping her friend.]

If there is no other suitable candidate, I shall take the task.

[heiresy]

[He looks her over for a few solid seconds, trying to think of a polite way to say what he means.]

I hope you know that I consider you as much of an Ishgardian as any of my countrymen for your incomparable service to our beautiful city, [how is he going to finish this fucking sentence] but our taboos are not so easily wrenched from us. If he has ever... pictured a lover for himself [no way in hell] surely she would be an Elezen woman.

[that sounded ok, he hopes. he heaves a sigh and gives and open palmed shrug.]

However, Estinien is an unusual man and I am sure it would not damage your standing with him to offer.

[crimsonlight]

I should hope! [ Estinien didn't at all seem like the kind of guy who would get mad about the offer. Say something snippy, sure, but... ]

But if it is between his enemy and a taboo...

I do not mind saving him from Nidhogg. Aaagain. [ She pauses at the juxtaposition of her deadly battle with Nidhogg with fucking Estinien while he looks the way Nidhogg did during said battle. ]

[ ... she is stuck with that intrusive thought. ]

[heiresy]

Aye, but he knows only how to conquer what troubles him with his lance...

Not figuratively- Allow me to reword. [he rubs the bridge of his nose]

You know that he finds his way through trouble with violence. His grand idea for dealing with the Snow Queen was evisceration, after all. [he holds a level gaze with her.] Though it is likely that the curse would be undone with her, I would hate for such a hasty act to trap us here indefinitely.

[crimsonlight]

[ That shakes her from her bizarre reverie. She hadn't thought that he might try assassination, but of course he would do that. Yenh looks around, feeling... heartened by the idea. It has been a good day or two since she took out a tyrant, after all. ]

Would he tonight? Lend me a sword, and I'll join him. We can sort the rest out later.

[heiresy]

Sort out what? Our entrails from our legs?

[a frown]

And then what? Assume her place without the power to enforce it? Go on the run as fugitives? Look at her, the madwoman much more likely than not has a contingency plan. I'm sure it involves us becoming overwhelmed by the guard and subsequently the guards of each of her allied states. Look at how many ambassadors are here! Just...

[a defeated sigh. he knows he just sounds like he's being a short-sighted doubter. it was unlike him.

but he had a small point to prove.]

Here. [he removes his sword from his belt and holds it for her to take.] Don't swing it, obviously. Just hold the tip off the ground. Let me watch your arm.

[crimsonlight]

[ Well, okay. He did have a few points that force her to at least not go hurtling off after Estinien. But she has a point of her own to make.]

[ Yenh grasps it. It is... much heavier than a rapier, yes, and enormous compared to her besides. She won't be swinging it around well enough to kill with—at least not without the time to train with it. She holds the tip still despite that, thanks in part to her blessing and in part to all the upper body strength she'd accumulated recently(?) during the wars. Yenh looks him in the eyes. ]

I confess: I did more than the Snow Queen whilst away.

[heiresy]

[He looks pretty bewildered. The Yenh from a few weeks ago would have had trouble keeping most off the blade off the floor without some effort. Of course there was some absurdity lurking in this. Easiest to just let her do her reveal. ]

You were gone a week at most. Did you make a deal with a passing magician?

[crimsonlight]

[ Yenh shakes her head, carefully turning the Lord Commander's blade so he may accept it again by the handle. ]

Mayhap we should find a private place to sit. I've a long story to tell you.

[heiresy]

[he takes it as if it's weightless. His heirloom had been by his side for a very long time. ]

A private place... They've furnished you with better housing now, haven't they? It would be unwise to leave the party early- even if we are able. After, though.

[He eyes his "fellow" guards, considering. he carried no sway over them, no real leverage, not even an unpaid favor. He looks to the ambassadors. A thought occurs, though it had been thrumming between them all this time, really]

Do you think that it would be significantly strategically wise for me to "meet" the ambassadors?

[crimsonlight]

[ Yenh nods, her ears swiveling as she takes a sweep for conversations nearby. ]

I'm no politician, but I suspect my status as a victor could be used to our advantage. And though you lost, that holds its own promise—a gorgeous, towering man in need of "training"...

[ She may have been letting her own thoughts invade, there. She hurriedly adds: ]

Well, not that you need must bed anyone. But I believe there's a chance that encouraging longing may have its advantages.

[heiresy]

[his eyebrow and lip quirk at the lustfully romantic image she paints of him. ]

...Surely I will eventually need to make good on my encouragements. No one tolerates a bedroom beguiler forever.

[He tilts his head towards her. ] We shall see. Hopefully this victory isn't fast-fading in this odd land.

[crimsonlight]

[Yenh bites her lip and looks away, mostly so she doesn't have to think about Aymeric in bed.]

[Stupid sexy Lord Commander.]

Let us hope. But I've a knack for acquiring fame, and if that shall be my greatest asset here, so be it.