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

[ignisvulpes]

[Kaph may not know exactly what's going through Éowyn's head, but he grins. He knows something he said must have gotten to her. There's a devilish glint in his eyes when he moves his own head closer to hers, but it's playful, almost childish. He's enjoying this.]

Psssh, naw, that's not my scene.

[uh-huh.]

[shieldofrohan]

Then do not challenge one you know to be your superior.

[OKAY ZINGER DELIVERED TIME TO LEAVE BEFORE THINGS GET WORSE.]

[...]

[...she doesn't leave.]

You owe me an apology. For your slander.

[ignisvulpes]

[That same childishly devious grin is still there. If he had a little less booze in his body than he does right now, maybe he'd get hung up on her burn for just a bit too long to make his retort credible... but that's not the case. He responds with the voice of someone who's about to burst out into laughter.]

What slander?

[shieldofrohan]

You called me cheat.

Bitch, I will stomach, and most other of your idle insults. But you called me cheat. You will apologise or you will pay, but one way or another, you will answer for that slight.

[ignisvulpes]

... You'd rather be called a bitch than a cheat? Really?

[He looks like he's giving this some serious thought...? Eventually, he smiles as if something has just clicked.]

Oooh, I get it. This is one of those honour things, right?

[shieldofrohan]

[She wrinkles her nose a little. There's something galling about having to say he's right about anything, even something this obvious.]

It is.

Bitch means nothing but that I am disliked. From you, I can well stomach it. But to call me cheat, to insult my integrity, question the honour of Éorl's blood... that, I shall not stand. And I have no contest now to keep me from beating you senseless. Thus, consider apologising.

[ignisvulpes]

Look. I don't know who Éorl is [as made clear by how he probably botches the pronunciation a tad] and honestly, I don't care. [He grins.] Nobody does! We're all the goddamn same here for now, aren't we?

[He pauses, his eyes vaguely looking for Yenh in the crowd; he gives up when he realises he's a bit too tipsy to bother with that kind of visual exercise.]

Save for our daring new champion, I suppose~

[shieldofrohan]

We are not the same. You and I least of all.

[She presses her lips together, considering him with scorn. His motives here aren't exactly hard to discern.]

And it befits a man ill, to be so sore in losing. I beat you fairly, within the bounds set for us. She won fairly, doubtless in the same wise. Lick your wounds more quietly, and do not slander me to soothe your ego. You are not champion because you earned it not.

[ignisvulpes]

Hey now, I don't know what you're implying there. I like Yehn! [A giggle.] She's way nicer than you, in case you haven't noticed.

[shieldofrohan]

I had. More pleasant by far.

[She sounds remarkably neutral about this. It's not self-deprecation, it's just a statement of fact. Eowyn can be nice if she wants, but frankly she's enjoying the freedom not to be.]

But you envy her, nonetheless, do you not? That she is applauded, and you ignominious?

[ignisvulpes]

I'm not igno... nnnn... [... Haha whoops maybe he's had a LITTLE too much to drink. Might have to dunk himself in some cold water before he goes talk to the Mistress. For now, he just enunciates as carefully as he can:] ... ignominious. People just don't know what I'm capable of yet. Key word there being "yet".

[shieldofrohan]

[She scoffs.]

Of bridling at slight insult and crying foul at a fight? How dread fills me at your capacities.

[ignisvulpes]

You have no idea who the fuck I am.

[Even through his drunkenness, an edge of menace manages to break into his words.]

[shieldofrohan]

I have no wish to know it. [She's not at all intimidated. If anything, the menace in his voice only hardens her expression further.] All of us must live unknown sometimes. Learn to stomach it with more grace.

[She turns on her heel, to stride away.]