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.

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THE MISTRESS

[hornymistress]

[ She's waiting. ]

[ As a reminder, all Fuckfest participants get one small item from home, as well as the lingerie and badge. Come interact with her and ask for your prize! ]

[crimsonlight]

[When Yenh strides into the hall for the feast, there's something... different about her. It's not just her clothes, which are different (now red instead of black, and with a bit of armor to boot), but her whole demeanor. She moves with long, purposeful strides—as if she weren't just back from a trip to meet-and-fuck a goddess of winter, but from doing something far more serious.]

[She tries to lock eyes with the Mistress, but fails; so she takes her seat as directed, albeit stiffly. It's only then that she seems to notice those around her, and offers them a silent, reassuring smile as she accepts wine from an offered platter.]

[And after the feast, she'll linger around, allowing the ambassadors to pass her around like a living object of conversation. She offers a few polite words and plenty of smiles to them, but the occasional glance she tosses to her fellow abductees screams for extraction.]

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((OOC: Guess who canon updated!!! Yes, you guessed right, it's this cat.))

[ignisvulpes]

[To Kaph, there's a certain degree of humiliation inherent to the simple fact that he isn't the one seated at the end of the table. It may not be a big deal to anybody else, but to him, it IS. He didn't win. He didn't come out on top. He won't be showered in adoration or playing with dozens upon dozens of female fans eager to meet him, the Fuck Champion.

So yeah, he's a little pouty during the meal - save for the moments when eyes happen to be on him; at those times, he puffs out his chest and smirks - but he sure is going to do his best to play the field during the rest of the party. For the most part, he'll be trying to suck up to the more important-looking guests and telling them vastly inflated tales about his own accomplishments, but he won't be avoiding fellow off-worlders or anything.

He may be particularly easy to catch when he's helping himself to the booze every hour or so.]

[hauntpadour]

It is a little disconcerting that he's still in a hut that he cannot for the life of him make feel like home, but at least he's getting something from home. And at least he made it decently into the competition, even if he really lost in his second round. Aymeric and Yenh had both been good partners and decent people, and he certainly felt better about how this world worked than he did upon arrival.

So it's not so bad, even with dirt floors and his distaste with the mistress. Egon has his badge, his revealing new black lace-up undershorts, tall sandals, and a dazzling collar-necklace something. He also has a drink, quietly enjoying the nice meal and telling others about his medical practice.

"And how did the contest go for you?" He leans over slightly, asking the nearest of his fellow arrivals, the smell of just-about-enough alcohol on his breath.

[shieldofrohan]

[Éowyn is good at circulating at parties, good at conversing with nobility, good at being a ladylike and considerate guest. What she's even better at, and from the same experiences at home, is finding ways to excuse herself from festivities without seeming rude.]

[It's harder, of course, without propriety and honour to call upon, or at least not in the sense she's used to. It's also harder when her face is known, and when she's all but naked by her standards, a little harder still. Even so, she's doing a good job of avoiding talking for too long to any one noble or ambassador, and contrives to spend much of her time at the edges of the party, sipping very slowly and consideringly at a glass of wine.]

[If she knows you, she may hail you. If not, well... she might not look it, but she's open for a conversation.]

[blackdogstar]

[Sirius may have taken a blow to his pride, but he at least got some good sex out of it, right? Right. And summer is here! That should be fun!

Honestly he's trying not to sulk. But he's doing it in style, at least. He enlisted the help of some natives to find something suitably ridiculous and thematic to wear.

It resulted in him being glad in nothing but flowers. Actual fucking flowers. In the form of what is more or less a bikini. Too bad he wouldn't get any Lady Gaga references. He thinks he looks fabulous. It's debatable if he'd being ironic or not.

He can be found stuffing his face, trying to sit like he's sexy, or approaching people in attempts to flirt.]

Care for a dance?

[anteojos]

[Ignis should have known better this would be no ordinary feast. Starting with the… very unique invitation card he was held by the guard which kindly delivered it to him. And considering he hadn’t been around enough… why not? It wasn’t like he could choose to attend or not anyway, giving how everyone’s presence was mandatory. And how a punishment was to be delivered, should he refuse to come.

At least he was allowed to keep his glasses. And his underwear too, thanks the Astrals. The rest of his (alleged) attire consisted on a leather harness he got to pick, after a lady in the market suggested he should show off more of his personal attributes. And he didn’t quite got the catch of the phrase, that until he was taken to the place and… well.

It’s how he ends up here, at the feast, taking a good look at everything that unfolds in front of his eyes, a glass of something held in his hand as he mentally debates wether to drink it or not.]

[heiresy]

[Aymeric has just finished with his immensely public display of having to lick the Mistress' boots for his cat in return. He tells himself that it was worth it to stay in her good graces, maybe. He's not too excited about her giving him "permission" to whore himself. Either way, Aymeric is trying diligently to keep his disgruntled cat in arm reach while nursing a glass of wine. He has replaced his helmet- as if that truly makes him any more anonymous. ]

Oh- pray mind his claws. He's not terribly fond of others!

[This cat might be trying to climb under your chair or onto you for a better vantage point. Too bad that it would be improper for him to leave so early. ]

[starless_sky]

[You may find a handsome and petrified young man who was downing wine. Noctis was drinking as a way to avoid other people and you couldn't talk when you had a glass to your lips so he was about drunk already. The dinner was awful, even though the food was delicious. He was in a strange place with strange people and a horrifying uniform.

He wore way too little, his guard's outfit is beyond uncomfortable but he is more dressed than the other people. He holds his cape around himself and just sips wine until he stops feeling horrible about the thong he's got on.

A THONG. He doesn't want to think about it but he can't avoid it since the G-string was digging into him. He couldn't wait to get somewhere alone and take this off. Where were his real clothes anyway?

He was out of wine. Damn. Now he has to head through the center of the room to find more...]

[maledictus_semper]

[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.