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]

[Backing away while offering polite laughter and chatter to a pair of ambassadors who just invited her for a threesome, Yenh bumps right into Noctis, tail-first. Fortunately, said tail is not bruised, but she is so surprised that she whips it upward by accident.]

[Yenh whirls around and covers her mouth.]

Oh! I'm sorry!

[starless_sky]

<sub>[And he had no idea that was even a thing he could do today.
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.]</sub>

S'fine. M'cool.

[crimsonlight]

[Oh.]

[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.

[starless_sky]

_{[Were he sober he might argue that's what her tail gets for whacking people in the face... actually if he were sober he would be more concerned that this woman had a tail but as it stood he was just relieved to have some help back to his feet. It was surprisingly difficult to balance now. It took his whole focus to take her hand and get on his own feet.]}

Mmm...thanks. You're new here too, aren'cha?

[crimsonlight]

[She doesn't bother moving away from him; it doesn't seem like he should even be back on his feet at all. Yenh slips herself under his arm as a small-but-steady helper, and braces him with her own.]

I am, but we should get you to a couch. You may, ah, wish to adjust your armor.

[starless_sky]

_{[He isn't very much to move so he's glad about that. He just... wants to stay still and not be in front of people. He wants to sleep maybe? Oh, someone is moving him or something... the ground is moving, he watches as floor tiles slide down while he looks at the floor.]}

What armor? Armor is metal, what I've got on.... ugh don't bring it up.

[crimsonlight]

[Opening her mouth and then closing it again, Yenh decides not to argue semantics with the drunk man. It usually ends up being a fool's errand, even if it wasn't specifically requested that they don't discuss it.]

[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?