Myri laughs, "of course not, but I am going to make sure all of you can enjoy yourselves and get 'home' safely without everyone...disappearing again." Myri smiles a bit weakly, she didn't mean to say anything that could bring anxiety or worry to darken the others mood.
"Then you should have one drink," Ameiko says cheerily as you all go inside. "One shouldn't even affect your aim or your senses."
What is not clear is what Kalimac can say in the face of all this. He thinks of and quickly discards several replies that are too trite or not up to the enormity of what Ameiko has been through. Not knowing what to say, he instead pulls Ameiko into his arms.
Her arms go around you as well and she holds you close, likewise not saying anything further.
Mel smiles, "She is lucky to have you as a friend." A pause as something occurs to her, "Won't Shae be sad that you are taking her out so late? I got the impression that they were looking forward to... locked doors..." she finishes with an embarrassed blush.
Zaiobe grins. <I had in fact originally been intending to take her out on another night, but discovered they 'had plans'. Finding an open window was tricky, but I believe I have done so.>
Rhost takes a step or two so that he can better see what is about to transpire. If this step or two takes him closer to Koya, that is surely coincidental.
Koya raises an eyebrow. "Well, that were innerestin'," she remarks to Rhost.
The striptease is rather spectacular - not so much in the dance itself, but more in the palpable sensuality she gives to each movement.
Her fingers fly across the buttons of her blouse, and she tugs on the material to simply rip the last few off, sending white buttons bouncing across the impromptu stage. Leaving the opened shirt on, revealing a hint of a lacy white bra, she turns around, bends over, and slowly peels down her skirt to expose a pretty white G-string, to the encouraging cheers of Ulf and (you would guess his having been told in advance that it would be appropriate to do so) Jorun.
She pulls first one arm and then the other out of her shirt, still holding it against her body, and then whirls it over her head, leaving her in only the bra, g-string, and stockings. With a deft toss, the shirt lands in your lap.
She turns away once again, but glances back over her shoulder at her audience as her hands undo her bra. Spinning, she hold the bra against her breasts with her arm. A wing comes forward to cover her body, and she takes off the bra and dangles it over the wingtop before dropping it to the floor. Her arms rise above her head as she strides towards your chair, covering herself first with one wing and then the other, natural feather fans.
And then her wings spread wide to reveal tasseled pasties covering her nipples, and she swings a leg over your head to land on the other side of you, as she drops into your lap.
The fifth and final feast is a grand outdoor event in the park on the shores of the naturally warm lake by the Palace and the temple of Abadar. Merchants have set up booths selling all manner of goods and foodstuffs, as well as special festival foods such as horse-hoof gruel, "household deer" (fried rats), Smells-Like-Fish pork (pork cooked with wood ear mushrooms and green hot peppers), skewered roasted sparrows, snakehead soup, and live scorpions doused with potent liquor.
As with all feasts at which the Prince is scheduled to be present (although he has not yet arrived, for some reason), armor and weapons are forbidden, but troops of guards stationed by the Palace keep a watchful eye on the group in case anything goes amiss.
Hundreds of people in brightly colored dragon costumes dot the crowd, accompanied by drums and the staccato explosions of paper candles. A huge fireworks display is planned for midnight, when hundred of the festive explosives will "turn the night into day", from what you are told.
You are still trailed by your servitors, but in the great crush of people, it is fairly easy to at least pretend they are simply part of the crowd.
After her dance Myri approaches Shalelu, still breathing heavily, a sheen of perspiration slowly dissipating into the night air. She doesn't think twice about embracing her, "Happy birthday, Sister. I really hope you liked how I...it." She steps back with a smile and a curtsy before turning to find all the others who helped with the set, costuming, special effects, music and of course the meal. She makes sure to thank everybody, but especially Lio and Mel."I liked it very much," says Shalelu, warmly embracing her sister back. "Although I don't recall the elven ranger being nearly so heroic."
"It's my interpretation." Myri says with a bit of playful mock outrage,
"that's totally how it happened as far as I'm concerned...and besides, you will always, always be my hero no matter what happens." Myri squeezes her sister tighter for just a bit longer.
After the Prince has left the room, Myri turns to find Buttersnips. She sits on the ground next to her and raises her eyebrows questioningly as she speaks.** spoiler omitted **
Myri nods. She appears lost in thought for a time, just sitting there. Finally, she breaks contact with a slight rub of skin on skin.
She gets up and finds Zaiobe. When she does so, she takes her hand with the barest non-verbal request. "Z, will you meditate with me?" she asks,
I'm pretty sure we are in charge of the feast this evening. I need to help cook. Then help our performers get ready. But I'm sure I can spare a few more minutes for you, my anwyl. Is there anything you wish for this morning? Anything I can do to make you happy?" Her words get softer as she speaks, her tongue laps at your nipples between words of the last sentence.
Her gaze follows Zaiobe's long leg in its arch over her head. She swallows. When Z lands in Lio's lap, there is a very tiny but audible meep.
Emerging from the room a hour or so later, Mel looks around for Ganushk, smiling when she sees him. |Artisan's district? I need to pick up some tools, visit a jeweler and then some people who paint portraits and are skilled enough to do so on a very small canvas.|
|Do you think we can get that done before the feast?|
"Ye were amazing!" Lio hugs the sweaty Myri.After her dance Myri approaches Shalelu, still breathing heavily, a sheen of perspiration slowly dissipating into the night air. She doesn't think twice about embracing her, "Happy birthday, Sister. I really hope you liked how I...it." She steps back with a smile and a curtsy before turning to find all the others who helped with the set, costuming, special effects, music and of course the meal. She makes sure to thank everybody, but especially Lio and Mel.
Myri hugs Lio back, "Thanks, Lio. I tried real hard, I mean I wanted to make sure it came out well for my Mom and Shae, you know? I'm glad you guys enjoyed it. It means a lot to me to hear you say that."
"Then you should have one drink," Ameiko says cheerily as you all go inside. "One shouldn't even affect your aim or your senses."
"Oh, really? Okay...absolutely, then."
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"I'm pretty sure we are in charge of the feast this evening. I need to help cook. Then help our performers get ready. But I'm sure I can spare a few more minutes for you, my anwyl. Is there anything you wish for this morning? Anything I can do to make you happy?" Her words get softer as she speaks, her tongue laps at your nipples between words of the last sentence.
"Ahh," Shalelu moans as her back arches. "Sweet gods yes I want you inside of me right now."
Myri nods. She appears lost in thought for a time, just sitting there. Finally, she breaks contact with a slight rub of skin on skin.
She gets up and finds Zaiobe. When she does so, she takes her hand with the barest non-verbal request. "Z, will you meditate with me?" she asks,
Zaiobe solemnly nods and goes to sit with Myriana.
Lio whimpers when you enter her, need in her soft voice. As you place more fingers inside, she moans, which turns into a little noise of protest as you cease stroking her clit, but the quickly becomes a moan again as you start massaging her inner walls. With your fourth finger, comes a gasp, feeling you inside her so fully, her dripping wet pussy lubricating you, her canal tight, your teeth on her skin, Lio surrenders fully. She needs you, so badly, she is beyond words. There are only the small sounds she is making, as she is completely lost in what you are doing.
She begins slowly moving her fingers back and forth, back and forth, seemingly feeling the whole of your insides. Her teeth release your neck very briefly.
"Do you feel me inside of you, Annwyl?" she breathes in your ear. "I'm not done yet. You're going to feel more of me inside of you, as soon as I can feel that you're ready for it."
Emerging from the room a hour or so later, Mel looks around for Ganushk, smiling when she sees him. |Artisan's district? I need to pick up some tools, visit a jeweler and then some people who paint portraits and are skilled enough to do so on a very small canvas.|
|Do you think we can get that done before the feast?|
|That will certainly be no problem at all,| he says, bowing, and takes you around to the various shops you have requested, each one in turn. The jeweler is a tengu woman, and the portrait artist an elderly human man.
Lio picks up the shirt that landed in her lap. She blushes again, and her slightly emerassed, but actually really enjoying this expression is quite obvious. Unsure of what to do with the shirt, and having nowhere to put it down, she hangs on to it for now.
Her gaze follows Zaiobe's long leg in its arch over her head. She swallows. When Z lands in Lio's lap, there is a very tiny but audible meep.
She gyrates in your lap for awhile, her arms still extended above her head to guarantee that you get a good look at everything.
Suddenly, her legs kick up and she locks her ankles to together behind your chair. Her wings spread to full extension and she leans back until her torso is horizontal. She shimmies her shoulders until the tassels on her breasts begin twirling hypnotically around and around.
Still shimmying, she gradually sits upright until the twirling tassels are softly brushing your face.
"Oh, really? Okay...absolutely, then."
You swear you only ever order one drink, but somehow - perhaps it was your attendants? - the level of alcohol in it never really seems to get very much lower throughout the evening, no matter how much you drink from it.
At some point, Ameiko begins telling dirty and patently untrue stories about the sexual habits, proclivities, and organs of elves.
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Zaiobe solemnly nods and goes to sit with Myriana.
Myri closes her eyes and meditates with Zaiobe, maintaining contact with her.
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And apparently slowly she remembers :)
And back behind a closed, locked door, Melinda happily snuggles into Alaric's left side.
Myri closes her eyes and meditates with Zaiobe, maintaining contact with her.
|That will certainly be no problem at all,| he says, bowing, and takes you around to the various shops you have requested, each one in turn. The jeweler is a tengu woman, and the portrait artist an elderly human man.
Mel picks up the masterwork bonsai tools (box and wrapping, add 5 sp?), and the acorn necklaces.
At the portrait artists, Melinda introduces herself to the artist and asks his name. Then:
|I would like to commission two portraits,| pulling out the amulets, |to be fitted in these.| She smiles, |An elder of my family is getting married and I thought that being able to carry her close would be a good present.|
She hesitates for a moment, |I very much would like the present to be a surprise for them both and I have a means to show you them, but it requires magic.| She smiles again, comforting and serene. |Would you be willing to help me?| She shrugs, |If not, can you think of someone else?|
You are still trailed by your servitors, but in the great crush of people, it is fairly easy to at least pretend they are simply part of the crowd.
Early on during the feast, Gansukh, who had been called away briefly, comes back and addresses what members of the Caravan are present, shouting to be heard over the crowd.
|His Augustness the Prince is pleased to inform you that, under his orders, your commissioned magical goods have been completed in record time. They have been placed in your Caravan wagons.|
Those of you with knowledge of Spellcraft are aware that it is possible, although difficult, to craft a magic item in half the normal time it usually takes. Tonight is the night the most expensive of your ordered items would be ready if this had been done. Normally it would cost quite a good deal more to have such a thing done, but it certainly sounds as if the Prince has either waived the extra fee or paid it himself.
You swear you only ever order one drink, but somehow - perhaps it was your attendants? - the level of alcohol in it never really seems to get very much lower throughout the evening, no matter how much you drink from it.
At some point, Ameiko begins telling dirty and patently untrue stories about the sexual habits, proclivities, and organs of elves.
Myri looks aghast at Ameiko and covers Shae's ears with her hands, "'meiko, how can you even say such a thing?" she tilts back, looking blurrily at her sister's face, then back at Ameiko again, turning Shae's head in that direction as well. "Shae's your fren' and sh's mah sist'r and ah can't 'ave you talkin' bout mah sist'r that way in public. 'is rude." she nods Shae's head. "B'sides, I know sh's had relations with humans caus' I got a br'ther an' I seen him, but 'ow would y' know unl'ss you've been with elves an' their so called monstrous sexual app'tites too?" Myri points her glass accusingly at Ameiko, probably spilling some of her wine. She looks at it accusingly for jumping out of her glass like that.
Her voice sensual, teasing.
Mel smiles back, "I'm sure you'll both have fun."
And back behind a closed, locked door, Melinda happily snuggles into Alaric's left side.
And Zaiobe, delighted to use what time she has remaining with the other two this evening for snuggling purposes, contentedly snuggles up against Melinda's left side, in turn.
<Alaric got to be in the middle last time,> she notes. <I like to spread the warmth around.>
Myri closes her eyes and meditates with Zaiobe, maintaining contact with her.
<It's not a burden at all. We'll get you out of this, somehow. Do you want me to get everyone together to discuss it, or just the ones you have named?>
<As many as you feel comfortable with. I don't want to put you in any danger if your abilities are somehow discovered.> Myri squeezes her fingers firmly, but not painfully, <...& Zaiobe, thank you. I mean that.>
|His Augustness the Prince is pleased to inform you that, under his orders, your commissioned magical goods have been completed in record time. They have been placed in your Caravan wagons.|
Most definitely not one of the people that this announcement is intend for, Mel still smiles at the young man. Turning to Ulf, she asks, "So is this anything like what your last visit to the city was like?"
At the portrait artists, Melinda introduces herself to the artist and asks his name. Then:
|I would like to commission two portraits,| pulling out the amulets, |to be fitted in these.| She smiles, |An elder of my family is getting married and I thought that being able to carry her close would be a good present.|
She hesitates for a moment, |I very much would like the present to be a surprise for them both and I have a means to show you them, but it requires magic.| She smiles again, comforting and serene. |Would you be willing to help me?| She shrugs, |If not, can you think of someone else?|
He introduces himself as Jianguo, and considers your request.
|What sort of magic?| he asks. |An illusion, perhaps, or way of conjuring their image in a mirror?|
"More?" She gasps, eyes growing larger, body trying to respond to you, pelvis unable to move in time to what you are doing, but desperate to do so. "Please... anwyl... ooohhhhh. I can't .... oh... gods.... anwyl."
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|His Augustness the Prince is pleased to inform you that, under his orders, your commissioned magical goods have been completed in record time. They have been placed in your Caravan wagons.|...Myri for one, is very pleased this has occurred. She bounces slightly clapping her hands together and has to resist the urge to immediately rush off to verify that statement .
Myri looks aghast at Ameiko and covers Shae's ears with her hands, "'meiko, how can you even say such a thing?" she tilts back, looking blurrily at her sister's face, then back at Ameiko again, turning Shae's head in that direction as well. "Shae's your fren' and sh's mah sist'r and ah can't 'ave you talkin' bout mah sist'r that way in public. 'is rude." she nods Shae's head. "B'sides, I know sh's had relations with humans caus' I got a br'ther an' I seen him, but 'ow would y' know unl'ss you've been with elves an' their so called monstrous sexual app'tites too?" Myri points her glass accusingly at Ameiko, probably spilling some of her wine. She looks at it accusingly for jumping out of her glass like that.
"Tha's exac'ly my point," replies a very drunken Ameiko, pointing somewhere to the left of you. "Half-elves all over 'a place. Insatiable, I tell ya. I'm surprised she hasn't already sunk her external ovipositors into poor Tollin here." She nods solemnly.
He introduces himself as Jianguo, and considers your request.
|What sort of magic?| he asks. |An illusion, perhaps, or way of conjuring their image in a mirror?|
|Sadly, I've never had a talent for illusion. But I know a divination spell that would let me share one of my memories with you.| She smiles, |They have been sweetly ecstatic since they decided to marry, so there are a number of happy memories to choose from.|
"How would you like me? What form... where?" Her voice sensual, teasing.
"Male. Big. Very big." A thought strikes her and she looks at you for a moment, hesitating slightly as if wondering if this might be going a bit too far.
"Gorilla ...?"
And then her brain stops working for a bit as she gets very distracted by whirling boobies.
Myri closes her eyes and meditates with Zaiobe, maintaining contact with her.
Most definitely not one of the people that this announcement is intend for, Mel still smiles at the young man. Turning to Ulf, she asks, "So is this anything like what your last visit to the city was like?"
"Not even remotely," Ulf says. "I stayed out in a Caravanserie last time I was here. Never saw the inside of the Palace. Mostly saw the inside of bars. But that was an in-season trip with a ... differently constituted crew."
You've never had trouble reading Lio, and you're pretty sure that if you really want her to, she'll turn into a gorilla for you, but you also know the idea makes her uncomfortable. "If... that's what you want anwyl. Of course." She says softly, hesitating a bit.
"More?" She gasps, eyes growing larger, body trying to respond to you, pelvis unable to move in time to what you are doing, but desperate to do so. "Please... anwyl... ooohhhhh. I can't .... oh... gods.... anwyl."
"Yes, you can," Shalelu says, her hand still moving, back and forth, back and forth. "My wrist is smaller than my fingers all together right now. I'm just going to pull my thumb across to squeeze my palm as small as small as I possibly can, and then pop them both right through. And then I'll have so much of me inside you, Annwyl. So much."
"I just want you to take a deep breath when I ... say ... now."
Lio takes a breath.
|Sadly, I've never had a talent for illusion. But I know a divination spell that would let me share one of my memories with you.| She smiles, |They have been sweetly ecstatic since they decided to marry, so there are a number of happy memories to choose from.|
|It is not the usual practice of myself, or any artisan I can think of, to allow magic to be used to enter into our minds,| he admits. |But ... seeing as how you are clearly favored of the Prince, your trustworthiness is obviously unquestionable. Nonetheless, simply because of the precedent, I fear I must charge you extra for the service. Perhaps an additional 60 pieces of gold for each memory?|
"Not even remotely," Ulf says. "I stayed out in a Caravanserie last time I was here. Never saw the inside of the Palace. Mostly saw the inside of bars. But that was an in-season trip with a ... differently constituted crew."
With a laugh, "So this time you are enjoying the luxuries of the palace and wouldn't caught slumming in establishment that serves alchol?"
Lio's grip on the shirt becomes much tighter. She most certainly looks at the beautiful form on display before her. A tiny thought of how very lucky Mel and Alaric were slips through, if Zaiobe ever brushes against Lio. Also perhaps some very naughty thoughts about buying pasties for Shalelu and herself and asking Z to give Shae and her lessons, because this was really very sexy, and looked like fun.
And then her brain stops working for a bit as she gets very distracted by whirling boobies.
The boobies whirl for a while longer, their speed and intensity increasing.
And then, suddenly, she slip down until they are below the level of your face, leans forward and hugs you. She kisses your forehead.
<Congratulations on your upcoming marriage. Lessons sound like fun. And keep the shirt.>
She slips off your lap and vanishes behind the curtain.
Ulf slaps you on the back.
"You are now," he says solemnly, "Fully qualified to be married."
|It is not the usual practice of myself, or any artisan I can think of, to allow magic to be used to enter into our minds,| he admits. |But ... seeing as how you are clearly favored of the Prince, your trustworthiness is obviously unquestionable. Nonetheless, simply because of the precedent, I fear I must charge you extra for the service. Perhaps an additional 60 pieces of gold for each memory?|
|That sounds incredible reasonable.| She smiles, |And honestly, they are happiest when they are together, so I would only have to give you a single memory, if that would make you feel better.|
Before the festival, Zaiobe quietly circulates among you and lets everyone know that Myriana would very much like to discuss with everyone what to do about the Prince's likely-to-be-repeated proposal as soon as possible, and ideally formulate some kind of plan. Zaiobe will mentally facilitate a planning session in this regard in the midst of the crowd at the feast.
At some point, she gets in the center of the group, and tries to maintain body contact with as many people as possible. She cannot touch everyone in the Caravan at once, but the group she manages does include all of you and a significant number of the others.
<Testing ...> Zaiobe begins, her melodious mental voice communicating directly with your minds. <Testing ... Everybody on?>
"Tha's exac'ly my point," replies a very drunken Ameiko, pointing somewhere to the left of you. "Half-elves all over 'a place. Insatiable, I tell ya. I'm surprised she hasn't already sunk her external ovipositors into poor Tollin here." She nods solemnly.
"Ext'rnal ovi..." Myri looks like she's working the words out in her head. "Um..." she looks Shae over like she might actually have sprouted appendages that Myri is not familiar with. "ah, dunno...ah don' see nothin'" her gaze wanders to Tollin, "..an ahm not sure if Tollin's inerested in girls. ah mean ah pract'cly threw mahself at 'im when 'e first came to the car'van and 'e acted like ah was a skunk or somethin'. Didn' you?" Myri's finger reaches out playfully and softly to Tollin's cheek touching it briefly. She turns back to Shae. "So. If ya like girls, why didn' you never hook up with 'meiko here, huh?"