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 offers him an awkward shrug. She takes him to be a man of formal standing, and thus tries to reign in her manners. And also her cape, which dipped into the soup.]

'Tis only been a few moons, for me. I'm no stranger to debauchery, but this realm is far above anything I've encountered in mine.

... still. I am sorry that I wasn't around to prevent someone from taking advantage of your naivety. You could well have worn your own clothing, unless it was too caked in filth to tolerate anyway.

[anteojos]

[While Ignis does appreciate manners in other people, they aren't exactly mandatory for him. After all, he has kept tabs on someone with a clear lack of them anyway. The cape detail, though. He can't help picking the garment out of the soup, reaching for a napkin and cleaning it before it got anymore dirty, listening to Yehn's words.]

I can only imagine. I don't think there is anything alike this place anywhere else, to be quite frank. Perhaps this place is but a neutral land for people to gather?

There's nothing to apologize for, Lady Yehn. These might not be attires that I'm used to wear, yet I can't say I am exactly uncomfortable in them.

[crimsonlight]

[It surprises her that he starts cleaning her cape, which she had momentarily considered dipping into water to fix the issue.]

Oh, thank you. [She takes the soaked and and starts wringing it out off to the side of the table. What was that about good manners?]

[She considers his suggestion about the nature of the kingdom, and tilts her head.]

Perhaps. Other worlds and stars are not unheard of where I am from; this is just but one. And a quiet one! My realm is one full of action and danger, yet this place is... sleepy. I've not had to risk my life once thus far.

[anteojos]

[And there goes his mother hen complex he can't quite shake away, as he had got used to live with it. It just comes out of habit? Are those stitches what he is seeing there, maybe?] Is no problem. Couldn't allow it get anymore strained with soup.

Well, must be my own speculation, yet I can't help but be surprised of how this land has maintained itself apart from any sort of threats. My nation, for instance, have had to endure the horrors of war and demonic creatures that show up only by night.

[Not risking her life? Well, that definitely piques his attention… for he has to know more about the place, seeing the lifestyle he chose.] Have you not? Is it because of the nature of the creatures? Have you set yourself to hunting, maybe?

[crimsonlight]

[Yenh shakes her head.]

Much as I would like to become a hunter, my swordsmanship is meant to be accompanied by magic. I'll need more training before I can handle a beast with arms alone.

But wait- "demonic creatures"? [She is Genuinely Concerned, and it shows in her features and in the sound of her voice.] Your people are enduring a war with the voidsent...?