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

[shieldofrohan]

"Nothing is without its due cost," Éowyn says gravely, and shakes her head. "Certainly not silks and silver, magic or even meat. Somewhere, they must be bought - if not always with coin."

She clears her throat, some of the severity leaving her expression. "In any case, it is not my affair. I am only a guard, after all."

[hauntpadour]

Egon quirks his eyebrows a bit, but accepts the statement. She certainly isn't wrong, though he may not have applied such graveness. The scientist simply nodded away.

"I'm sure, with magic all about, the castle even more... interesting than it is in town." He shrugged absently. "There's probably more to see."

[shieldofrohan]

She considers this for a moment, then shakes her head, still looking meditative.

"I have spent years of my life confined to a castle," she says, looking around at the revellers nearby. "Magical or no, there are limits to its secrets, and none to those of the horizon." Then, with a rather self-conscious little smile, "Mistake me not, 'tis pleasant enough, and good to have a sense of duty. Even so..."

[hauntpadour]

"You didn't want to leave the castle life?"

Still, so serious. Egon may have been happy to keep to himself, but he wasn't entirely sure that he would want to go directly back into living the same life, launched into a place like this. That's why he had taken up being a medical doctor, rather than a scholar or supernatural creature-wrangler.

[shieldofrohan]

"I know no other." Her tone, too, is serious. She frowns, pressing her lip together. "I sought purpose. Some duty to discharge. I fear with each passing day that I sought in vain, should have left and found my own duty yet I swore myself into service, and a Lady of Rohan keeps her word."

[hauntpadour]

Harsh. That's serious even for him.

"...It's never bad to try something new, I think. At times."

[shieldofrohan]

"At times," she agrees, considering, then shakes her head, clearing her throat. "My apologies. I did not mean to be so dour."

[hauntpadour]

"It's alright." He didn't have much else to add, really. He wasn't going to judge her, there were far worse things to be than dour.