kingdomcomes | 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.

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[If anyone knew Ardyn then they would know that he did enjoy a good drop of fine wine when he could find it. He was currently sat at the table, eyeing the Mistress up with his piercing amber gaze whilst clutching at his goblet, occasionally sipping at his drink. Oh, he was going to have some fun tonight at this feast.

The Chancellor's attire was one of class laced with a hint of kinkiness. It was a leather outfit consisting of straps that went across his chest and down to his waist. It was rather like a harness but it was lined with black fur along the straps. Of course, he wore a black thong to match the attire which was tight enough to show off his manhood but not too tight as to constrict his movements. Oh yes, he was quite enjoying himself at the moment, oogling the other guests and engaging in conversation where he could.]

I must say I do enjoy a good party when it's got the right company.

Oh? Is this the right company, then?

[She took it as a passing comment—the kind she normally wouldn't respond to, perhaps just nod and carry on—but she is trying to make some new and powerful allies here. Not recognizing him, she presumes he must be an ambassador of some kind.]

[For her part, Yenh is dressed "properly." Not a hint of kink here—just fabric and a few bits of plate armor to decorate this short but gallant-looking cat lady.]

Perhaps? Yet, who am I to say, since we have only just met.

[He offered her a coy smile and took a slow sip of his wine, the flavour lingering on his tongue a little. Ardyn took in the cat-woman's physique and noticed she wasn't quite....human. What was she? Part animal? Part daemon? It was rather attractive in it's own way. Maybe it was the ears?]

Ardyn Izunia, Chancellor of Niflheim. Who, or rather, what might you be?

[He wasn't intended to be rude but he couldn't help but wonder what sort of beast she was.]

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[She physically reels at the bluntness of that question, intended or not. This is far from the first time she's had to explain her feline aspects to people from less-diverse realms, but she can't recall it being asked quite this way, where her race was more pertinent information than her name.]

[But Yenh doesn't find herself insulted by his slip of the tongue and the tipping of his curiosity, but she isn't going to give it to him that easily.]

Yenh Quryoja, the Warrior of Light. Though you hardly had to ask after my title! I give you leave to call me Yenh.

Warrior of Light. Ah, what a powerful title you have, Yenh. Tell me, what does a Warrior of Light actually do?

[He imagined her waving around a staff of light at her enemies or using power from her cat-like hands. Was that possible? Anything was possible here. Ardyn, on the other hand, was more a warrior of darkness, being part Daemon. He often found himself wishing it to be night, so that he could summon more Daemons around Eos.]

Informalities aside, I am a man of the elemental arts myself.

[Meanwhile, she hardly even blinks at the news that he is a fellow wielder of magic. You can't throw a rock without hitting someone with some amount of talent for it, however small.]

I am the Goddess of Light's champion. [It's something she finds herself saying quite a lot.] But truly, it was the commonfolk who gave me that title.

What manner of arts do you wield, then, Ardyn?

[Sadly, this would be a rather uncomfortable encounter. So far, Ignis had met nice people, aside their intrinsic inclination towards sexual themes. But to stumble upon Chancellor Izunia, of all the people from his lands, it was… rather unsettling.

Not to mention the party theme. And how he was the least person he wished had seen him wearing a harness.]

It is but a shame I can't agree with you, Chancellor.

[Ardyn raised a curious but interested eyebrow at the sight of Ignis Scientia. Well now, who would have thought that he would be here of all places? It was a pleasant surprise for the Chancellor. Oh, he would have fun with this.]

I see you came dressed for the occasion, Ignis. Did you choose the outfit or?...

[He had to go with that. How could he not? Ignis dressed in what looked like a harness. Kinky.]

Why yes, I did. [Well, allegedly, since it was a villager's suggestion. But he doesn't really have to mention that, not at least to Ardyn. After all, etiquette was required in order to attend, and Ignis always played by the rules.

Besides, nothing could beat confidence. It was his best weapon against the Chancellor's clear attempt to intimidate him.]

Did you pick your own as well? I dare to say, it… [How to euphemistically tell it is of bad taste…] has something that evokes your usual attires.

I must say it does suit your fine frame, Ignis.

[He couldn't help but oogle the man's pale skin underneath the outfit. It did him a favour showing off his fine body and Ardyn wasn't one to shy away from admitting he liked something.]

This place seems to plunge us into the depths of depravity. Have you found that?

[Then again, Ardyn had never really stepped out of the gutter. Not really. He lived there.]

[And Ignis could tell, giving how blatant was Ardyn's statement in regards of his own outfit. Needless to say, he has got nothing but positive feedback for it, yet Ardyn is probably the only one who has approached him with such a clear and blunt intention. Not exactly smooth for a former diplomat, yet who was he to tell this is how people flirted in the Empire.

Because Ardyn was flirting with him, right? Ignis rises an eyebrow, staring directly into his gaze, only to catch the man ogling.]

Appreciate your compliment, Chancellor. I don't recall what sort of depravity are you talking about, though. People attending have been nothing but extremely nice and courteous, at least with me.

THE MISTRESS' FEAST

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