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

[heiresy]

"Aye, and that is a far more practical request," his eyes flick to Egon's hand again. He purses his lips for a moment, considering. His voice lowers to a whisper, his mouth close to Egon's ear.

"Good doctor, are you looking for some company tonight?"

[hauntpadour]

Egon's breath caught, chest tightening for a moment. He glanced around quickly. There was less than the usual depravity, but it was still there. Occasionally he had to remind himself where he was.

"Well..." He swallowed again. "I wouldn't be opposed to it at all, if you aren't"

[heiresy]

"Don't worry, if you would prefer not to, I shan't press," he looks at him mildly. He tries to figure if he's simply being modest or what.

He leans in, speaking softly. "But I would be lying if I told you that I hadn't dreamt of our time together since then. You are a wonderful lover."

[hauntpadour]

He's still a little spooked by public affection displays. Remember, Aymeric? It's not an accepted thing for one man to be seen in the romantic company of another.

He bites his lip gently, leaning into the older man. "I'm very flattered. And I'd be happy to meet more privately, after this is over and we have our prizes. Do you have a room in the castle?"

[heiresy]

"Nay, unfortunately. I have a bunk in the barracks, and not a lick of privacy. I daresay the innkeep will not be hurting for my coin," his voice is low, rumbling through his broad chest.

"I've no idea what to do with myself at a function such as this. Ordinarily I would dance, but the music is far too unfamiliar... Though I lead, so there would be no need for my partner to know the dances... Do you enjoy this sort of soirée, Egon?"

[hauntpadour]

Egon's face was red, lips pursed and leaning a little further into the elezen as he listened. "I would be happy to meet you there after this."

"I'm really not the partying sort, but I certainly don't mind the free food."

[heiresy]

He gives an elegant little nod and closes his eyes, smiling brightly as he opens them again. "Very good, then. I look forward to it."

He chuckles at the part about free food. "Are you used to a more humble lifestyle?"

[hauntpadour]

"I'm used to working, most of the time. Peter was usual the one who went to parties." Egon shrugged, shoulders hitching absently. He really would rather be studying. There was probably someone out there who needed an amputation rather desperately. He needed his tools.

"But, I won't turn down a good party, if it's not too wild."

[heiresy]

"Who is Peter?" He gives a little tilt of his head, "And you should tell me a bit more of your work, Doctor. My memories of what you told me are a little hazy. Who can remember such fine details ere our 'competition'?"

He takes a sip of his wine, his own posture becoming more relaxed. He's perfectly happy socializing like this; there's no work for him to do here. The rest is good form and patience.

"...A wild party? One with too much drinking and singing, perhaps?"

[hauntpadour]

"He's a coworker and close friend of mine. We went to Ohio state together, and taught in the same department Columbia University." Egon shrugged. He didn't want to say anything regarding exactly how special he considered their relationship.

Being close to someone else helped. He took another sip of his own drink, shoulders relaxing a little bit. "We did wear ourselves out a bit. I work as a paranormal investigator and exterminator, of sorts. Demons, ghosts, and other entities that bother, disrupt, or attack humans- I study and contain them."

"That's about it, for a wild party. Or the music is too loud, too many people touching each other. Etcetera."