MASQUERADE: Noveur 7

[rightfoot]

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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[wylderrant]

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.

[rollfordiplomacy]

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.

[wylderrant]

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.

[rollfordiplomacy]

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.

[wylderrant]

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.

[rollfordiplomacy]

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."

[wylderrant]

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."

[rollfordiplomacy]

Oh, much as he loves getting his hair tugged on, scalp scratches are also very good. His hair grew so long in his time here, having both not cut it beyond tidying up loose ends and added faun growth. It feels particularly good to have it played with these days. Everett is absolutely going nuzzle into that further, smiling at the question.

"We could always make a habit of it," a breezy suggestion, but a hopeful one. Everett has no shortage of desire and is open with all his current bondmates and lovers. Living life to it's most indulgent, the faun way.

[wylderrant]

"We should," she agrees, "...so let's. We can work out the details later."

She props herself on her elbow and lazily crooks a finger at him, "I feel as if I owe you a reward of some kind - but perhaps I'll let you choose? To make things exciting."

[rollfordiplomacy]

"We should, so we shall," he echoes in response, leaning in to kiss her lips with a smile. The taste of her is still on his lips and it's delicious, he wouldn't think she would mind. At the further questioning, he's not going to turn down what's next. He's damn aroused and looking forward to more. He will consider thoughtfully, what sounded best in this scenario?

"Mmm, considering we are both fauns out here in just," he waves about, "in the wild," hardly, but it's discreet enough to joke, "how does being taken from behind sound?" Nothing like a good animalistic fuck, Everett's not shy to admit that.

[wylderrant]

Iramaat doesn't mind in the least; she still looks a little blissed out of course, but that's to be expected. She practically purrs in response to his suggestion, arms reaching up to twine around his neck and sink fingers into his hair and maybe even grab a hold of one of his horns.

"I would love that," she laughs, "Although I was thinking of returning the favor with my lips..."

She cocks her head and her grin grows wider.

"Of course, we could do both. It's your reward - you get to choose."

[rollfordiplomacy]

"How about that part of the reward we save for next time?" he offers, smirking to kiss down her neck, as he head cocks to the side, "I could look forward to that, immensely so,"

Admittedly, he's feeling mighty impatient, he wants to be inside her. His hands find his waist sash and removes it with a single pull. It's really... that easy. A man prepared for what he wanted to do at this occasion, truly. No reward if not for the bold. He'd been hard for a while now, cock suitably sized for his tall frame. But then, it's not about size, is it? Everett will continue to impress with his skill.

[wylderrant]

Size isn't everything, after all. Iramaat is tall, but slender and wiry, but she's also not all that picky about her partners - at least in many respects. She laughs quietly and leans up to press a kiss against his lips.

"Wonderful. I'll look forward to it..."

She gives him a little push and hikes her skirt up, trying to wriggle out from under him.

"Give me a bit of room-"

She does need to stand up, after all.

[rollfordiplomacy]

Everett will help her from where she is, hands tickling over her waist and legs while he's at it. Incorrigible, this man, but playful in his smooth attentions to her, kissing her thigh as her skirt is hiked up. When she stands, puts herself in a position she finds most comfortable, Everett moves behind her. Hands smooth over her long hair, bundling it up and push it over one of her shoulders. His lips find the back of her neck then, kissing skin or faunish fluff, whatever might be there to kiss!

"You're beautiful, Iramaat," he compliments to obvious so sweetly, "Do tell me when," he likes to be courteous as much as he likes to hear now, please, right now in heated and demanding tones.

[wylderrant]

Iramaat slides to her feet and then carefully bends herself over the bench, fingers splayed out as she presents herself to him. Her little tuft of a deer tail is flipped up, her whole body seeming a bit taut with excitement. She glances back at him as his warm hands slide over her and she sighs in contentment as lips brush the skin at the nape of her neck. Another little shiver runs through her and there's a low groan as she spreads her legs a bit more.

"Now would be excellent..." She breathes, reaching one hand up and back to card fingers into his hair and then grab at one of his horns, tugging to give a bit of emphasis to her words.

"Don't keep me waiting."

[rollfordiplomacy]

Every detail of the sight before him is worthy of reverence. Iramaat is an enticing thing and she knows it, too. The confidence, the wound tight coil that is her body presented to him, it's all too much. There's no waiting longer, the word is all he needs to line his cock up with her wet pussy and drive into her with a smooth stroke. He moans deeply at the sensation wrapping around him and her reaching out, pulling upon him.

"I couldn't... possibly..." he sighs out, blissful to slip himself in deep as she's open to, hands anchoring to her hips so she can feel steady against him, "resist any l, longer, my good lady..."

[wylderrant]

As Everett slides into her Iramaat rocks her hips forward and then back to meet him, head dropping forward as she feels the stretch of being filled. It's a good feeling. She savors it, clenching around him as she takes a slow, deep breath. Her hips rock and grind, pressed back against his thighs, her eyelids fluttering half shut. This - this is delightful, with his hands on her hips and the feeling of him above her.

"Don't, then," she laughs, "Give me everything you can."

[rollfordiplomacy]

"You won't regret that demand of me, Iramaat," he hunches over her back, leaning in to speak such words directly to her ear. His teeth catch the edge, nibbling there as he moved his own hips against hers. A slow, sensual start, building up until it's heavy, pushing in deep and holding her weight up upon the tips of her hooves before rolling away again, then again. Everett is good at steady, even intensity, the kind that need not get any rougher to become more pleasurable. No, it builds on itself by merit of unrelenting repetition alone.

[wylderrant]

"I'm sure I won't," she manages to murmur in reply before she cuts herself off with a low, throaty gasp. Her head tilts toward him, demanding more attention from his mouth as he begins to set a slow, steady pace that has her rocking her hips back to meet him. Needy, wanting, demanding. She savors the way he opens her and drags himself inside of her and just how empty and aching he leaves her when he draws back. It's an exquisite sort of torture and one she very much enjoys - and she's vocal about it. Not to the extent of screaming, but there are soft murmurs of pleasure, a coo, or a gasp of escaping breath. She even reaches a hand up and back to find one of his horns and grip as she's ridden.

[rollfordiplomacy]

Turned enough towards him and Everett is sure to indulge in kissing her face, even if the angle isn't ideal, it's still fun to do so. His horn is grasps and pulled down on, hunching him all the more over top her, set to frenzy his pace should he allow himself. N, not quite yet, tempting though it may be.

Before he really gets rough, quick, he shifts his hands. One slips forward from her hip, slipping between her legs. His gloved finger flicks and rubs her clit, erratic and less predictable than his thrusts into her. His other hand drags up her front, caressing her body until he cups a breast in his palm, grasping and massaging as he holds her in place against him. Everett has strong, well worked arms to embrace her with, a benefit of all the rock climbing he did.

[wylderrant]

There's a soft little oh from Iramaat as his hands shift. She claws at him, tries to get a better grip, and then he's rocking over her, fingers against her clit and massaging a breast. Her eyelids flutter shut and she rocks back against him, breath coming in little pants and soft, muted cries of pleasure. She's riding this out now, surging towards the edge and desperately trying to cling on for as long as she can. Her teeth worry at her lower lip as she rises up on her hooves with another groan.

"Oh, Everett, right there-"

[rollfordiplomacy]

Every part of that statement is just what he wants to hear. The light, breathy oh, his name, and then an instruction. Listening to a partner has always been a strength of Everett's, whether he's listening to their explicit words or body language, he's good at indulging what's being asked for. He repeats to her, both with his voice and his action, fucking her just the way she wants.

"Right there," a different emphasis, in echo, nibbling at her ear and neck as he continued to pick up pace, "Keep saying my name- I'm also close-" Her body feels incredible around him and there's nothing quite like tossing aside finery to have animalistic sex. The dynamic that they are safely hidden, but it's possible they could be caught is all the more arousing, just the thrill Everett gets off on.

[wylderrant]

"Everett," she moans obligingly, her tufted tail and pert rump pressing back against him every time he draws his hips forward, "Everett..."

She wants to murmur his name like a prayer, but it's a little hard to catch her breath. Especially when there are teeth against ear and neck and the pace he sets is something quick and hard and animal. She digs her fingers into his hip, as if she can drag him closer through sheer strength, her other hand holding her up - just barely. Her hooves scrabble for more leverage as she desperately seeks another peak, as the wave grows and crests again.

[rollfordiplomacy]

Absolutely done in. The moment Iramaat is moaning out his name, repeating it ever so indulgently, Everett can't hold out. He gasps against her neck and holds her tightly to him, still as he can, as his hips snap quickly a final few times.

He hits his peak and spills into her tightening pussy. Of course, the only thing that could feel better as his cums is her doing the same, twitching and wringing out his cock while he held himself in deep. His attentive fingers hope to drive her over and give her just an intense and drawn out orgasm as he was enjoying. If not a better one! Because she must know he's an overachiever and a show off, by now.

[wylderrant]

If he wants overachieve with her like this, he is more than welcome to. Iramaat crests and peaks right along with him, her cunt tightening around him, clenching against his cock as it pulses and twitches. Her hand drops so both of them can support her and her head goes forward and down. She's gasping for breath, still saying his name like a prayer - over and over again.

It's probably one of the most satisfying fucks of her life, if she's being honest.

"Everett..." She finally mumbles as the last tremors start to settle, "I don't think I want to go anywhere."