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MASQUERADE: Noveur 7

WELCOME TO THE MASQUERADE

I. Arrival

The event starts early evening, Noveur 7, thanks to the help of several hands. They had worked for a couple of days prior to the start to get the large ballroom decorated to everyone's liking. The day of the event, earlier on, a few may have appeared to do some final touches. Those who had stayed behind to help with some last minute decorating, Louis had cleared out and advised to leave so that they could get ready for the masquerade.

a. Outside

When you approach, you will find that the outside of the building is a perfect location for a masquerade. There's a large ballroom, granted to them for use by the Coven. They had been kind enough to allow them to have the space and necessary supplies in order to throw such a party. And, it's clear that they took every advantage of the granted space and land around them.

There's a gorgeous, outdoor fountain, and lights underneath the water to give it a pleasant, warm glow through the water. If you watch it long enough, the lights seem to shift colors. There's gardens surrounding the building, as well. The gardens, like the fountain, have low, warm lighting around them so that the plant-life will be clear well into the late night.

There's benches outside as well, with a clear view of the fountain - so if someone needs to step outside or take a break from the indoor events, they can enjoy the fresh air and the warm, calming feeling from the fountain and gardens. This is a perfect place to escape when you want to relax away from the bustle of a party.

b. Inside

The entryway has open curtains, gold - and tied back with a burgundy rope. There to make everyone feel as though stepping inside, they are making an entrance of their own. Once you step inside, you'll notice the grand ballroom with high ceilings is fully decorated. It is clear that a lot of effort and time went into this, thanks to the help of many different people and several sets of hands. The colors that seem to be continually present are gold, reds, and purples. Though from time to time there may be splashes of other colors and personal touches from those who had helped in places - mostly in the form of masks hanging on the walls, or balloons scattered in places away from the main dance floor.

From the main ballroom entrance, straight ahead, is the main dance floor and to the right - refreshments. Near the refreshments, there are a several standing tables to set down a drink or stand around to socialize with friends or people you've just met. In addition to the standing tables, there's a couple of dining tables and chairs so that you can sit and eat, drink, or chat.

Inside the main ballroom there's a few gaming tables scattered around - including card games with some dealers around where you can gamble, and pool tables. Make a wager or play for fun, it's all up to you. Additionally, on the floor Kaito will be performing magic tricks to entertain individuals and small groups throughout the floor. You'll be able to catch him periodically through the night.

There are a few hallways leading to several rooms, and it all depends on what you're looking for, but no matter what it is, you can probably find it.

One of the rooms has the silent auction. Here, you can look at some of the things that are up for bidding. There's several interesting, enchanted items including: weapons, jewelry, books, instruments. They are protected, as well, so they can only go home with the winner.

Don't worry - there's signs posted everywhere so you will be able to find what you're looking for.

c. Enchanted Masks

You're welcome to have brought a mask that you had picked out for yourself, or - if you prefer, you can pick up an enchanted mask near the entrance of the party itself. These enchanted masks will conceal all distinguishing features, whether they are as simple as horns and scales, or as large as a set of wings. The only obvious features will be what a character is wearing, whether it is their attire, mask, or both.

You aren't obligated to wear them, of course, but they do provide the total anonymity that is often part of the excitement at a masquerade such as this. These effects are only present when one is wearing the mask. The moment the mask is off, any distinguishing features are immediately visible.

It's a perfect opportunity to have a little fun and engage with someone you may not have spoken with otherwise.

This enchantment will wear off the next day at sunrise, so you may keep the mask you pick out for yourself at the party.

d. Photobooth

Near the front of the ballroom there's a neat looking photobooth set up thanks to the work of both Omi and Prompto. There's props so you can take fun or silly pictures with your friends or date for the night. The backdrop for the photobooth is magical, of course. With a quick flip the background can be changed to one you desire whether it's a different color, an entirely new environment. The photobooth will be available through the night.

Additionally, you'll be able to find Omi on the floor catching candid photos of the attendees. Smile!

II. Refreshments

Away from the dance floor are several tables with matching, deep purple, table cloths. On top of the table are a variety of foods - some brought by the attendees, others brought in thanks to the aid of the coven. You can expect to find at least something that you'll absolutely love when exploring the options. There's everything there - from healthier options like fruits, vegetables, and dip - to less healthy options such as cupcakes, and truffles. Food on sticks, and easy finger foods seem to be a very popular options.

While many of the options wouldn't even require a plate, there are some plates and utensils in shades of blue and gold available to use.

Next to the food there is a table featuring three punch bowls with three different flavors. One seems to be a fruit punch, one seems be purely berry flavored, and one - seems to be a bit of a surprise. It tastes a little bit different to everyone who tries it, but so far - there have been no complaints. Next to them, if you would prefer, there's pitchers of water.

Near the back corner, there's a bar with a bartender, there to serve those who would like a drink. Ask for a surprise, or your favorite drink, and you can have something mixed for you. Next to the bar, there are rows of the most popular bottles of alcohol. Though you won't be stopped if you take one, please tell the bartender so that they can keep their stock replenished for the other guests.

Drinks, of course, come free to those who are able to legally drink. Anyone underage will be met with a powerful enchantment that is acting as a method of preventing that from happening.

III. Dance

a. The Lock Box

Maybe you want to find a new dance partner. Maybe you want to find a new Bond. Maybe you just want to talk to someone new. The Lock Box is near the entrance of the ballroom. It's inaccessible thanks to both a lock and enchantment that are on it.

It's set up neatly on a table, with only it, paper, and a pen so that names can be written and added to the box. When you enter your name, another name will be produced from the box. It is clearly enchanted, of course. Once you're given a name, you and your new dance partner will be compelled to be near one another. This will last for about the length of a song - long enough to dance, or have a conversation.

Usually, only others who have put their names in the box will have their name drawn, but sometimes those who didn't put their name in the box will have their name drawn and will feel compelled to seek out someone who drew their name.

Sorry to those who didn't volunteer, magic isn't always the most predictable! Though you may get lucky and just find your next friend or Bond, so it's hard to get mad about it.

b. Song & Dance

Whether you picked your dance partner yourself, or were compelled to dance with your partner thanks to the Lock Box, the dance floor is ready for you. The music is enchanted, to provide a feeling of calm, relaxation, and joy. Characters will feel at ease, and even those who may not typically dance will want to get out on the dance floor.

Thanks to the talents of several Mirrorbound and collected records you'll have a variety of music all through the night. While much of it is upbeat, as it is encouraging individuals to dance. Whatever your mood, you will find a song that you'd love to dance to, as long as you want to dance.

IV. Gaming

Throughout the venue, there are a variety of gaming tables. There's poker tables with a dealer available so that you can play a game, place a bet - maybe you'll lose some cunes, maybe you'll win big. That's all up to how good you play the game. Note: Dealers (and the party host) are not responsible for any losses that occur when gambling. Play responsibly (or not).

There's also some pool tables available to those who wish to play. These table are open to anyone, and they are free to play. There's only a couple of tables available; however, they are scattered throughout the venue.

Set up near the bar are three long tables with only an array of cups and a printed set of rules for a game that some may recognize as none other than something very closely to beer pong. In place of the ping-pong balls there's a small, plastic coin that is used. Have fun drinking with friends while playing a game. What's not to love?

Are you looking to play a game in a quieter space? Down one of the hallways there's a couple of game rooms where you can not only find decks of cards and a pool table, but also a variety of popular party games such as charades. You'll also be able to find a room for those who want to settle in for a game of chess or checkers.

V. Late Night

The lights dim, just a bit more as it starts to turn into a late night, though there doesn't seem to be any sign that the party is ending. Small, glowing trinkets are brought out when the party seems like it should otherwise be dying down. These trinkets are - of course, to your taste, whether it's a bracelet, a ring, a necklace, or just simple something small that almost resembles a wand. This will glow up to a month, so you should like what you pick: whether it is for for you or is to act as a gift for someone of your choosing.

The music is meant now to entice you to go a little wilder than they may have been earlier in the evening. Most of the food has been replaced and only small, quick snacks have been brought out for those who were still wanting something a bit to eat. Alcohol is still readily available to each and every person who is able to legally drink, of course.

You're welcome to - quite literally - dance until the sun rises or until you just can't stay awake any longer.

Note: Please see the questions thread if you have any for me - don't be afraid to ask. Please assume all characters received fliers this year, and anyone who would have wanted to work would have had the opportunity to help setup. As there are a variety of performers through the night, I did not note any specific ones and will leave that up to the performers discretion.

Please place any warnings, including 18+ content, in the subject line! Thank you!

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She responds in kind, wrapping her arm around him as they traipse a bit deeper into the gardens. She only glances back once to see the hedge pop into place and then all of her attention is on him. She's certainly admiring what she can say - after all, she had no idea Everett was hiding all of this! Her fingers skim against bare skin at his waist as she bumps her hips back into his in reply.

"Oh, you charmer - I really am, honestly. It's been lovely. Although you look very impressive tonight yourself. Positively... primal. Like some old god or something," she laughs, "I like it. If I'd known what you were hiding behind all that scholarly clothing, I might have tried to take a peek earlier..."

"Caught me in one!" he laughs, before catching his volume and lowering it down, though his enthusiasm does not suffer for it, "the inspiration for such attire is the old god of my people. He was known to quite proud of his... fine assets,"

Though no god himself, Everett could display a similar vanity. The inspiration works ideally to draw from. He is glad it's being well appreciated, both the outfit and his own, well earned, assets as he so described.

"If he was anything like you, then he very well should have been," Iramaat teases in reply, dragging fingers across his belly for just a moment so she can admire those abs. Then she reluctantly takes her hand back and looks up at him as they approach the gazebo.

"So, what are you on the prowl for this evening, dearest? A drinking partner?"

Or something else? She lets that part of the question go unsaid.

It may go unsaid, but Everett can still pick up on it. He's never one to insist, but he can certainly ask with confidence.

"We could certainly share a drink," he sweep Iramaat in flush to his front. A gloved hand brushes at the edges of her face, pushing back stray hairs as he speaks close, holding her with loose, casual boldness, "But firs, may I kiss you?" Always a question, Everett is a man of his manners.

"Oh, my dear Everett... of course," Iramaat practically purrs her response and lifts her hand to trace fingers against the line of his cheekbone. Then she closes the distance between them on her own and kisses him. She starts slow and soft, but still with a definite sense of passion - they're satyrs, after all - but still. Why rush? They have all the time in the world, don't they?

Everett is always going to appreciate an enthusiastic partner. Iramaat taking initiative to kiss him first puts a smile on his lips as he returns the favor. She sets up a careful, exploring pace of which Everett will maintain, but... his hands are roaming free!

Strong palms follow the curve of her waist, squeezing hips curiously, moving over the back to see if he can find where her tail grew in. Fun little things, their tails! Everett would happily admit to having a fixation on such traits, they're particularly cute to him.

Well, he certainly can. Her tail is just above the curve of her rump - right where the tailbone ends, funnily enough - and it's a little tuft of a deer tail. There's even been a hole left for it with her dress and it twitches under his touch. She laughs quietly against his lips and draws back for a moment to give him a coy look.

"Exploring already, I see. Well, I can't complain... Are you quite pleased with what you're discovering?"

"Hmm, I should say yes, but let's see, here," He toys with his words, faking contemplation of the fact he's indeed, already, very pleased. He's pleased with Iramaat long before getting his hands all over her. That's not about to change. But to play along, his palms seep down lower, rounding the curves of each side of her butt. A playful, as if appraising, squeeze of both hands.

"Yes. I've certainly found a treasure." Could he try any harder to be cute?

Iramaat lets out a little noise and wriggles her hips against his hands with a laugh. Who needs wine when they've got each other to get drunk on? She gives his shoulder a slap with one hand and does a little exploring with her other, skimming over his belly and then to his waist and down, squeezing at one of his thighs with a broad grin.

"I suppose you'd better dig it up, then," she replies, still playing along with their silly back and forth, "And give it a very careful appraisal."

The suggestion gets Everett's eyebrows to shoot up and a nod of agreement.

"A fine idea! Up we go," that's as much warning as she's getting! Everett swiftly ducks down, arms sinking to the back of her thighs and hoisting her up. She could see how strong he is, this shouldn't be much of a shocker. He bounces the other faun up, half slung over a shoulder, holding her steady off her hooves. He doesn't need to carry her far!

At the gazebo there is a long lounging bench, nicely cushioned and backless. There's a single, taller, and curved rest on one side, perfect to lay Iramaat down onto after he kicks a leg over the bench to straddle it... and consequently, her as she's set back down beneath him.

He, again, reaches to brush her hair neatly to the side, a little moment of tenderness as he smiles just ever so self satisfied.

"Now, for that appraisal..." that's an offer to her! A fine opprotunity to go right ahead and present whatever she might like him to get a better look at.

There's a little yelp from Iramaat as she's suddenly hoisted over his shoulder and then a peal of laughter, her feet kicking at the air until she's laid down on the lounging bench. She peers up at him, mask slightly askew, and flashes a bright grin that's full of teeth. He feels warm this close, straddling her here in the dark. So she props herself onto an elbow and carefully begins to unbutton her dress, one button at time, down the front of the 'jacket' portion. Bit by bit, she exposes bare skin - collar bone and then cleavage and a peek at the underwear she's wearing underneath.

"What do you think so far?"

Besides that, there's also the fact that she draw leg up and in and work it free of her dress. Splitting the skirt at the thigh was an excellent idea.

"Absolutely beautiful," his answer is quick and confident, before he's leaning down to kiss her lips once more. He had set his mask aside before calling her out of the main party, but then his was the enchanted sort. In this case, it's much better to know who he's fooling about with, because he'd admired Iramaat since his first faun party. Simply hadn't taken any further opportunity in pursuing her.

It's a fine thing that that has changed. His mouth moves from her lips to her jaw, down across each exposed aspect. Slowly trailing her neck, to her collar, her breasts. He'll push more fabric aside if needed, not subtle in examining her bra for a clasp. If on the front, well, that's most opprotune. He can pop that with his teeth, lacking no skill at such a task.

"Hah-" Iramaat breathes out in a little sigh as he leans over her and his lips drag against exposed skin. Her back arches, pressing herself into his touch as her fingers fold into his hair and encourage him, nails scraping against scalp and trailing to the nape of his neck. Soft little encouraging touches to keep his mouth in the right places, especially when he finds more sensitive spots against her collarbone and her breasts.

Fortunately, her bra does clasp from the front. At least tonight.

"Oh, I've never seen someone do that before-" She laughs breathlessly as he unclasps it with his teeth and then she drops a hand to help peel fabric back to expose her breasts. Her nipples are already pebbled and hardened, the cool night air adding to the sensation as she urges his mouth back to them.

"You're doing such a lovely job..."

As anybody so inclined should, Everett takes a moment to simply admire a fine pair of bare breasts. No shame in that...

"I'm pleased to impress," he says with a wink, "and even more pleased to please."

... and no shame in taking up that urge to return to them with another kiss. He looks up to her with similar, smug satisfaction to kiss and lap his tongue over her perked nipples, one at a time. Whichever he's not attending to with his mouth, suckling on, flicking with his tongue, he brings a hand to. Massaging firmly in his palm, thumb rubbing circles around the hardened nipple with similar, doting care without being too delicate.

"Don't let me stop you, then," she replies, breathless and heated. Her fingers are in his hair again and touching the nape of his neck, nails digging in against skin to leave little marks to remember her by in the morning. Again she presses into his mouth, feeling the wet heat of him and the pressure of his tongue. The pad of his thumb presses against her and she squirms, breath turning ragged. She feels electric, tense, full of a glorious, needy anticipation that doesn't seem to fade.

"Oh, you're lovely, you're so lovely-"

Her voice rises into a breathless gasp and she drags her hand from neck to shoulder to chest, arm extending as she tries to find more of him to grab on to.

"Why, thank you," he coos, smirking and cheeks dusted pink behind glasses. He's a vain man and he enjoys his flattery, soaks it right up. Every bit of a rise he draws from her is a thrill, goes straight to his cock. There's really no hiding his own arousal from tenting the draped front of his outfit for the evening, he wouldn't even bother to try. Despite growing desires in that regard, he's not lied about his desire to please. That's first and foremost, well worth the waiting anticipation of his own arousal.

With a purr against her skin, he teases both breasts near to raw, stopping just short of overstimulating. He's got a good feel for that line, the fine judgement of a man who clearly got around. Being a slut of a man has many benefits. He breaks from her chest having left a constellation of flushed marks, though nothing too deep or dark, they'd fade cleanly by morning. From there, well, it seems fairly obvious his talented mouth should roam lower.

He reaches to caress her inner thigh, kissing the soft inner portion just above her knee. His other hand can busy itself pulling open her skirt completely.

"Now, now... would you like me to taste you further?" punctuated with another kiss, further down her thigh, "Or did you have more urgent desires in mind?" Listen, Everett's down for what ever, ever eager to check in if he's following the correct path forward.

Iramaat's probing fingers find what she's been looking for, brushing Everett through the (very thin) cloth of his outfit and giving an appreciative little coo while she cops herself a feel. Of course, she's a little distracted by the way he's giving so much wonderful attention to her breasts and her breath continues to come quick - maybe a touch ragged. She peers at him, eyes lidded as he flips her skirt to the side and she spreads her legs for him, tongue darting over dry lips.

"Please... do show me that that wonderful tongue of yours does more than just spin silver words," she says with a low, throaty laugh, "And I'll reward you appropriately."

"I cannot resist promise of, undoubtedly, a fine reward," he purrs out, placing one more punctuated kiss to her thigh. Any undergarments are getting swiftly, smoothly removed, whether that be unclasping or slipping down his long, elegant legs. Set neatly aside, considering there is still a party to return to in good time.

That's later. Right now, Everett has a beautiful woman beneath him, legs open. He can't keep her waiting, he's got something to prove. Leaning down, he wastes no time burying his face between her thighs, running his tongue along the outer most fold of her pussy to open her up. He'd expect to find her as aroused as he is, lapping along her entrance to further explore. Everett's a diligent man, his lips and tongue round a circle before slipping upward to her clit.

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Iramaat's eyelids flutter half-closed as she watches. She lifts a leg, settling it over his shoulder as he leans down and then she feels his tongue drag against her sex. She exhales in a low, soft gasp as a tremor of pleasure runs through her and then another and she extends a hand to filter her fingers into his hair and grip, urging him on. She's certainly slick already, wet with arousal, and the feel of his tongue against that sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs only makes it grow.

"Oh, Everett," she murmurs, "You know exactly what you're doing-hah-"

She cuts herself off with a sharp little gasp and gives his hair another tug to encourage him.

He kisses and flicks his tongue over her clit, swiping around the hood to stimulate as much as possible. Breaking away to tease back, say something, is tempting. It's less tempting when she grabs onto his hair and tugs, needily, and Everett melts back into his place. He gives her a lidded, adoringly pleased look at that. The moan that vibrates out of him is that of contentment. Hairpulling... is very good for him, during this. He likes it a whole lot, absolutely the best way to keep him on task.

And he sure does bring his experience to the table. That clever tongue of his rubs slick and pressured against her clit, then around, lightly, tickling, swiping, changing up just often enough to not become at all too predictable. When Iramaat writhes or reacts particularly intensely, he does pursue that last motion, repeat and repeat, before lapping downward, inside of her, then returning to her most sensitive spot.

Of all the men to sneak off with, choosing the one with an oral fixation is a good call.

One of the few things that Iramaat enjoys more than receiving pleasure is the adoration that often comes with it. So the way that Everett pears at her makes her heart flutter and her stomach clench in a delightful way. She breathes out as if she suddenly can't catch her breath and her leg trembles from where it's hooked over his shoulder. She swallows thickly and gives his hair another appreciative tug as he digs into her with his tongue and she very obligingly tilts her hips up to meet him, twitching or pressing back against his face when he finds a particularly good spot.

And he is good. He keeps her on edge, never allows her to realize a steady rhythm and slowly, slowly builds her up. She doesn't catch her breath - merely allows it to fall into something a little less ragged. Yes, this was a great decision.

"Right... right there-" Iramaat breathes, "Just - ah - just a little bit more - oh, I'm so close..."

She's also very very verbal, giving him a great deal of loving encouragement.

Each pull on his hair and buck of her hips into him gets Everett to redouble his efforts to please. This could have been cut short at just foreplay, but not with Everett, he's absolutely in this to get Iramaat off. She practically challenged him to, he can resist meeting that. He's got pride in his skills as a lover! And why wouldn't he, he's driving her feral, there's no greater satisfaction than that.

Well, maybe there is, but that'll be soon. She gasps out, on edge, and he takes a chance to get just a bit of breath before that. He speaks back, voice playful and sultry and commanding at once.

"Go on," simple at that, near breathless in his desire for it. His tongue returns to writhe inside her, lapping up her slit to finish her off. He relentlessly teases her clit, vibrating what he can with moans of his own. When she seems to be hitting that climax, he's not pulling back, either. No small orgasm here, no, he's sure to push her further, continue stimulation until she's really going over the falls. Some risks are meant to be taken and getting crushed between a beautiful woman's thighs is one of them.

There's a moment where every part of her seems to be perfectly taut and then it snaps. She goes tumbling over the edge and she trembles against his mouth, her eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a cry that she doesn't bother to muffle. If someone hears, let them hear. She's too busy riding the wave of pleasure to care. Instead, she finds herself lost in a moment of ecstasy that goes on and on until it's almost too much and her thighs try to clamp shut as she squirms, breathing his name - she can't catch her breath to say anything more.

Good job, Everett.

Everett's ears perk to enjoy ever note of Iramaat crying out, followed so well by her whimpering his name breathlessly. Her body is beautiful as ever, tense and then quivering in orgasm. Her thighs close on him and he's just... perfectly contented to be stuck between them. She can really go for it, put all her strength into his sweep of horns which resist without trouble. He can await her eventually slacking, after so much pleasure and strain. He licks his lips to admire what's surely a blissed out sight, laid out before him.

"As I said," he mutters, coy while still sweet, sincere, "you're a treasure."

Iramaat's fingers scratch against his scalp in lazy circles as she starts to come down from that high and she starts to recover, bit by bit. She peers at him with a few bleary blinks and a very blissed-out looking smile.

"You make me believe it. Oh, that was... that was fantastic. Why haven't we done this before?"

Her legs relax, but she doesn't quite release him yet.

"I feel like I'm going to just melt into this bench."

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