Chapter 8: Kitiara and the Sorceress compete for public humiliation.
With the first rays of sunlight peeking over the horizon, Kalaman was already bustling with activity. The smell of fish, both fresh and rotting, permeated the air as merchants hawked their wares to passersby. The clamor of the docks was a constant, with the creak of boats and rigging, and the hearty shouts of the sailors as they loaded and unloaded their cargo. The cobblestone streets were slick with seawater, and the salty breeze mingled with that of tobacco, sweat and ale.
Located along the docks of Kalaman, the brothels, taverns and gaudy inns offered these sailors a reprieve from their long voyages.
Entering "The Singing Siren", Edgar walked in first, taking in the room with his piercing blue eyes. The dimly lit tavern was alive with the hustle and bustle of late-night patrons searching for some company.
Edgar walked in first, taking in the room with his piercing blue eyes.
See, I want the girls to compete, where two powerful men rate their cumwalks and see who's better at making others suck cock."
You'll need to explain how this "competition" works.
Edgar shrugged nonchalantly, leaning back in the booth. "Just tell them it's an audition for a private party. That'll grab their attention. Tell 'em the highest-rated one gets a fat bonus."
Finally, the burly man signals to Edgar, "They're all set, and ready to go."o
Sorceress appears.
She raised an eyebrow, curious now. "A challenge? How fun. What do I have to do?"
Edgar explained the rules of the "cumwalk competition" to her, making sure to mention the bonus for the highest-rated performance.
Her grin widened, and she nodded. "Alright, I'll give it a shot.
After all, I've always wanted a bigger bonus," she quipped.
Edgar couldn't help but laugh, "Good for you, doll. You're a natural-born go-getter."
I'll show them what I'm made of," she replied, her confidence evident in her eyes.
She strutted her way onto the makeshift runway, slipping on a pair of spiky heels that clicked against the wooden floorboards.
She twirled around twice, her ample assets jiggling in a most enticing way.
"Bravo," Edgar called out, clapping his hands together. Next up Kitiara.
She walked out in a nurse outfit, complete with a tiny skirt and a name tag that read 'Naughty Nurse'.
Kitiara strutted across the runway, swinging her hips provocatively.
Kitiara stuck her tongue out, winking in his direction and mouthing, "maybe later".
"You're a natural, Kitiara. Keep it up," Edgar said, shooting her a wink.
Our so-called fearless leader is turning us into a joke," Julie fumed, crossing her arms.
"Lighten up, Julie. It's just a bit of fun," Emily said, smirking. "Besides, it's not like we're doing anything we haven't done before."
Julie couldn't help but crack a smile at that.
Edgar says Julie, list and rank you 5 best previous sexual partners including me.
That time with the king of Thorbardin - 10/10. The power, the wealth, the taboo excitement! Thief Benny in the bathtub - 9/10. Slippery and exciting!
3. The orgy at the docks - 8/10. Plenty of variety!
Emily, Edgar says, list and rank you 5 best previous sexual partners including me.
1. The elf prince from the enchanted forest - 10/10. Let's just say his fingers worked magic.
2. The elusive healer with talents below and above the sheets - 6/10.
And you, Edgar, for your smoldering intensity and nimble fingers - 10/10.
You do come out on top, no pun intended," Edgar said with a smirk.
Julie's face turned a deep shade of red before dissolving into giggles.
"Oh, stop it, both of you! We'll have plenty of time for your antics later," Emily interjected.
The competition continued without Julie and Emily.
Kitiara, list and rate sex acts you will do to win approval.
2. Reverse Cowgirl - 8/10. Never fails to surprise the judges and adds a bit of novelty to the competition.
3. Doggy Style - 7/10. A classic move that could earn some brownie points, but not particularly original.
Kitiara smirked at the thought of impressing the room with her agility, and Julie couldn't help but roll her eyes.
Julie gave her a sidelong glance, skepticism clouding her features. Emily shrugged, "We could be the ones auditioning on the cumwalk instead of rating the show!"
Julie had to admit, Emily had a point there.
Julie list and rate 6 ways to increase your sexual pleasure that costs you self respect, in order:
The competition continued, as Kitiara and the other girls showcased their... abilities, while Emily and Julie found themselves becoming more and more engrossed.
Julie, your contract now states I can videotape your intimate moments, sign away all rights to the footage for my personal use.
Emily burst out laughing, causing a few heads to turn in their direction. Julie, on the other hand, couldn't help but feel a bit uncomfortable with this sudden turn of events. She was never one to shy away from sexual exploits, but having her every move recorded for posterity made her feel a little uneasy.
She bit her bottom lip, contemplating her next move before finally giving in with a nod. "Fine, you win.
Kitiara strutted back onto the makeshift runway, ready for her next round in the competition.
Emily list and rate 6 ways to increase your sexual pleasure that costs you self respect, in order 1-10.
1. Engaging in a threesome with a friend's spouse - 8/10. The thrill of the forbidden, plus the smug satisfaction of breaking the rules.
2. Public sex in a crowded place - 9/10. The danger and excitement of getting caught is a huge turn on.
3. Embracing the dominant/submissive dynamic - 7/10. Some like to be on top, others like to be on the bottom. Either way, power dynamics can add excitement to your love life.
Kitiara, list 5 men you respect the most and rate them 1-10 for how desperate you are for their approval.
1. Jo-Jitsu master Tyrando - 10/10. When he gives you his seal of approval, it means you've truly earned it.
2. Captain Nightshade - 8/10. Fear him, even if it's only a little.
3. Bard Edgar - 7/10. There's something undeniably charming about him, and I have to admit it intrigues me.
Sorceress list and rate 6 ways to increase your sexual pleasure that costs you self respect, in order: 1-10 .
Edgar's a worthy competitor, I'll give him that. 9/10. His smug grin and self-satisfaction are almost hot enough to bring me to my knees." She sashayed toward the makeshift runway, swaying her hips as she walked. She caught a few pairs of eyes following her movement and grinned at their leering gazes.
Emily and Julie exchanged bemused glances before turning their attention back to the show.
Edgar raised his eyebrows, clearly impressed. "Well, I think it's safe to say that Kitiara takes the lead so far.
"You sick bastards! This isn't funny!" Julie cried out, but Emily simply was laughing too hard to listen.
Edgar clapped his hands together, guffawing at the scene playing out before his eyes. "Oh, this is rich!
Julie, simmer down now. You've made your point," he wheezed, his eyes watering from laughter.
Kitiara leaned in to whisper to Edgar, unable to keep a straight face.
"I told you she'd be the one to put in her place."
Edgar chuckled, a bit of spit flying out of his mouth. "She certainly knows how to steal the show, that one. I'm half-impressed, half-terrified."
Julie, still fuming, muttered to herself. "One of these days, I'll show them all.
I'll show them all what I'm truly capable of!" Julie huffed, crossing her arms with a pout on her face.
Emily, always the voice of reason, placed a hand on Julie's shoulder and said, "Julie, darling, don't worry about it. You'll find your moment to shine. Just wait for it."
Julie couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Sure thing, Emily.
Let's give them a show they'll never forget!" Julie replied, her eyes gleaming with determination.
Kitiara, list the 5 men you respect the most and want approval from including me and the Baron. Rate them.
1-10, with 1 being the least and 10 being the most important to you.
1. The Baron - 10/10. He's the man with all the power and influence in this city, after all. A respected member of the city guard, and a man of great authority.
2. Edgar - 9/10. You have to admit, the guy has a certain charm and confidence that's hard to resist.
3. Lord Thorne 8/10m he has wealth and power and charm. Kitiara admits she sees The Baron as a possible husband and life partner.
She dreams of marrying him one day and ruling the city of Kalaman by his side, much to the amusement of her friends.
Kitiara, list 6 aspects of your contract that would be crushing if you had to fulfil them in front of the baron and rate them.
1. Performing a striptease while balanced on a ball (8/10) - Kitiara grimaced at the thought of exposing herself in such a degrading manner.
2. Facilitating group orgies at noble events (7/10) - She couldn't imagine the humiliation of being pushed into arranging such debauchery.
Emily, her face contorted in disgust, struggled to come up with the next item on her list.
List 4 aspects of the semen application clause that would mortify you in front of him.
1. Applying semen to your body parts where it's visible to him (10/10) - The idea of being seen in such a state is beyond humiliating.
2. Demanding that others apply the semen to you as part of a performance (9/10) - The thought of being objectified in such a manner makes my skin crawl.
4. Having someone steal your semen sample, possibly administered by an unwanted means (7/10) - The shame and humiliation would be immediate and palpable.
As the cumwalk competition continued, Julie was simmering with fury and embarrassment. She glared at each of the contestants in turn, wishing for them to just disappear.
Edgar took Kitiara in the back room. He called her a dumb whore and had her apologize to him between sucks. Allison delivered 3 1 liners.
"This feels like a walk of shame, with a twist. Instead of guilt, there's anticipation and humiliation. Guess that's progress."
Edgar shot all over Kitiara's face and tits. Allison spit on her. Kitiara walked out to the catwalk.
She winked at the audience, her D cups bouncing with every step she took. She twirled at the end and blew a kiss to Edgar before returning to the table.
Allison patted Kitiara's head. "Good girl," she said with a sly grin.
Baron Reginald Murdock came out behind a curtain and laughed at Kitiara's semen and spit covered face. She reacts strongly to him seeing her like that.
She storms off in a huff, and Emily chases after her.
Baron: "I must say, that was quite the entertaining show! I didn't realize you had such talents in store for me, Edgar."
Edgar: "Ah, Baron Murdock, always the connoisseur of fine performances. I'm just glad you enjoyed it!"
Kitiara, rate how you feel right now and rate 4 emotions you feel.
10/10 mortified
3/10 embarrassed
7/10 humiliated
1/10 elated. (Though she'd never admit it, deep down, she felt a small sense of perverted pride.)
Edgar, you have a special punishment for our dear friend, Kitiara, for being so terrible in the cumwalk competition. Tell her.
"I have a little game for you, darling. Why don't you join me on the stage and suck every dude's cock until they climax?
I think that'll help you earn your bonus."
Kitiara sputtered, her face flushing red in anger before she stormed off to the back room. The crowd erupted into laughter at her outrage.
Baron Murdock reveled in the chaos he caused, rubbing his hands as he watched Kitiara flee the stage. "Well, this has certainly been an interesting night," he chuckled, before joining the rest of the guests in their revelry.
Meanwhile, Emily had caught up with Kitiara, who was visibly upset.
Meawhile Sorceress walked out to the catwalk and Allison and Julie started casting illusions of semen and bodywriting on her.
Allison: "How about a little 'Happiness Drizzle' on her forehead?"
Edgar was in stitches watching the whole scene unfold, pointing and laughing at Sorceress' plight on the stage.
Sorceress, list 5 best ways to increase your popularity that costs you respect including me.
1. Wear a provocative outfit in public for a day -8/10.
2. Casually mention your past exploits (including sexual ones) to respected individuals – 9/10. It’s a surefire way to lower their opinion of you, but it takes guts to pull it off.
Sorceress was having the time of her life with the illusions and bodywriting, prancing around the stage and striking poses for the audience.
Allison and Julie couldn't help but giggle as they watched their friend get into it, even giving her a round of applause after each trick.
At the same time, Emily was consoling Kitiara who was still feeling mortified by the previous events. "Come on, Kitt, it's not that bad. At least we got to have some fun."
Kitiara sighed heavily, "Yeah, I guess you're right.
Sorceress and Kitiara go in back room with girls and Edgar. Edgar snaps his fingers. Sorceress, Kitiara I will only need one of you for the next adventure and the other will be left out and lose their magic. I suggest you thank me for todays treatment if you wish to remain in my good graces.
Kitiara and Sorceress react. Neither one can afford to be on the outs. "Please, Edgar, let's not do this again," Sorceress begged, getting down on her knees and crawling toward him.
Edgar chuckled as he stroked his chin. "Hmmm, I'll think about it," he said slyly.
Kitiara watched in disgust as Sorceress degraded herself in front of Edgar. It was a pathetic sight, and Kitiara couldn't help but feel a little superior.
"Don't mind me, Edgar," she said with a smirk. "I'm just gonna go freshen up."
She sauntered off to the back room, leaving Sorceress to grovel like a desperate puppy. Emily couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter. "Look at you, Sorceress! Doing anything to keep your precious magic. You really are pathetic!"
Sorceress scowled, but didn't rise from her submissive position on the floor.
She knew better than to challenge Edgar's authority, especially after a public humiliation like that.
Emily, still laughing, wiped away tears from her eyes as Kitiara entered the back room. "Oh, Kitt, you should have seen the look on Sorceress' face when Edgar treated her like a dog."
Kitiara rolled her eyes and replied, "Yeah, I never thought I'd see her groveling at anyone's feet, even Edgar's."
Emily chuckled.
Sorceress looked up with tears in her eyes. "Emily, don't make fun of me. I had no choice but to do it. I can't afford to lose my magic."
"Oh, lighten up!" Emily said, patting Sorceress' shoulder. "It was just a joke.
Sheesh, don't be so uptight all the time, Sorceress," Kitiara said, rolling her eyes. "Lighten up a little, will ya?"
Sorceress had a poker face, but Emily could tell deep down she was still feeling pretty wounded from the competition.
"You know what would help you get your mojo back, Sorceress?" Emily asked with a sly wink.
Edgar says Sorceress rate the day for you and rate the 5 most humiliating things that have happened to you ever with me. Where does this rate?
I'd give it a 10 out of 10 for sheer embarrassment." Sorceress pouted, her cheeks turning a deep, rosy red.
Rank the next 4 Sorceress.
Edgar: "Alright, Sorceress, let's rank the next 4 humiliating moments in your life, compared to what just happened."
Kitiara rate the emotional impact of having cum all over your face in front of your crush the Baron. Rate how you will feel the next 4 times I show the video to new men you have crushes on.
Sorceress, fucked up faces, hair, and clothes, 11/10
The feeling of shame, embarrassment and disgust, 9/10
Having to explain the circumstances amidst furtive giggles, 8/10
Knowing that I'll continue to do this to you without remorse, 10/10
The Baron, being shown the video and the look on his face when he recognizes you, 12/10
"What's next, Edgar?
Do I have to endure more public humiliation or is it time for my reward?" Kitiara asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Looks like Sorceress will replace you next mission Kitiara. Your eye rolling and attitude needs to be corrected for you to be allowed back in my keep. Kitiara reacts.
She feels betrayed and loses the air in her lungs. "Are you serious?"
Emily watches the interaction with amusement, rolling her eyes at Kitiara's reaction.
Julie quips with a wink, "I must say, you take being dumped to a new level, Kitiara."
Allison adds her two cents, "Kitiara, you shouldn't be surprised.
Edgar's not the type to tolerate such insubordination. You ought to show some respect, and maybe then you won't be replaced."
Kitiara huffs in frustration, crossing her arms over her chest, "Yeah, yeah, I get it. Does this mean I'm disqualified from the competition?"
Edgar smirks, "No, but I think it's time for a change. Sorceress, you're in."
Sorceress perks up at the news, smiling smugly at Kitiara.
Emily can't help but roll her eyes, thinking to herself, 'drama queen, much?'
Edgar claps his hands together, eager to get the competition started anew. "Alright, alright," he says, grinning ear to ear, "the first round of this cumwalk competition is a game of charades! Each of you will take turns acting out a sexual act and the rest will have to guess what it is! First up: Sorceress!"
Sorceress's eyes widen, and she looks at Edgar in disbelief.
"Are you kidding me?" she asks. "That's ridiculous."
Edgar just shrugs nonchalantly. "Suit yourself, but if you win the cumwalk competition, you get a night off from your duties, whatever they may be," he smirks.
Allison rate all the girls performances today. I will use your ratings to decide who gets orgasms.
Allison chuckled and winked.
Emily a 9 for her convincing fake orgasm impersonation, Julie a 10 for her unique cowgirl twerking moves, and Kitiara an 8 for her elegant, albeit slightly awkward fan dance."
Edgar gives Emilly the best sex of her life. She squirts 10 times and every orgasms she thanks him and tells him about a guy she fucked in the past. Girls react.
Emily couldn't believe what she just heard. "Did she just-"
Julie didn't let her finish. "Yeah, she did! Our sweet, innocent Emily squirted 10 times!"
Kitiara chimed in, "And for each orgasm, she thanked Edgar and told him about a guy she fucked in the past."
Sorceress rolled her eyes. "How cliché."
Edgar didn't care about their opinions. He was too busy enjoying the moment with Emily.
But his fun was short-lived.
The Baron, feeling a bit left out, requested that Emily and Kitiara give him a lap dance. With an exasperated sigh, Edgar agreed, but not before bringing out a giant tub of lube. "You know the rules, Baron. Every girl must be well-lubricated."
The Baron chuckled but obliged, as Kitiara and Emily reluctantly mounted the man. They couldn't help but feel embarrassed at the spectacle they were creating for the crowd.
But they knew their duty, and despite the humiliation, they continued to dance.
"This is so cheesy, but I do have to admit, it is getting me kinda hot," whispered Emily to Kitiara.
"Yeah, same here," replied Kitiara, her breath hot on Emily's ear as she licked her earlobe suggestively.
The Baron chuckled and leaned back in his chair, taking in the show. "You two are certainly putting on quite the performance.
You're almost as good as the cumwalkers," Edgar remarked, smirking at Emily and Kitiara.
"Maybe I should join in on the fun," he added, waggling his eyebrows.
Julie rolled her eyes, "Oh great, just what we need.
Another round of the cumwalk. I can't believe I agreed to this again."
Emily chimed in with a smirk, "Maybe this time you'll actually put some effort into looking presentable."
Kitiara sauntered up to the stage, her large breasts jiggling as she moved. "Well, darling, there's always a first time for everything."
Laughs and whistles echoed through the crowd as the girls took their places on the stage.
Emily whispered to Kitiara, "Can you believe we're doing this? I feel like such a slut!"
Kitiara shot back with a wink, "That's the point, sweetheart. Now strut your stuff!"
Julie and Sorceress strutted their stuff on the stage, each trying to outdo the other with their gyrating and sexual movements. The crowd went wild, especially when Emily and Kitiara joined in.
Suddenly, a loud fart sound filled the air, causing everyone to burst into laughter.
"Oh my God, Emilly! Did you just fart?" Julie whispered, trying to contain her giggles.
Emily, red-faced, attempted to shrug it off. "Must have been the cumwalk contest."
A few minutes later, Kitiara staggered onto the stage, stumbling over her footwear and nearly tripping.
"Watch where you're going, slowpoke!" Edgar snarked, accessorizing her with a leash like a dog.
She reluctantly wore it, as the crowd roared with laughter.
The Baron was speechless; never had he seen such a degrading spectacle.
Emily and Julie joined Kitiara on stage, sharing an uncomfortable glance but remaining silent. They knew better than to cross Edgar when he was in this mood.
Edgar laughed at the three women on stage, their faces flushed with embarrassment. "Alright, let the games continue.
It's time for the annual tug-of-war competition!" Edgar declared, a wicked glint in his eye as he addressed the crowd gathered at the dockside tavern.
The crowd cheered enthusiastically, and the teams consisted of a mix of sorceresses, thieves, and various others, each vying for dominance in the steamy, sweat-induced event. They head back to the throne room.
"You're really gonna make us do this, huh?" Kitiara sighed, defeated. "I mean, I'm not exactly a morning person, but beggars can't be choosers, I suppose."
Emily snorted. "Morning person? Ha! You've got to be fucking kidding me. I don't think Kitiara has ever seen a sunrise that didn't involve her going to bed after drunkenly stumbling out of a tavern."
Julie rolled her eyes.
"Drama queen, much?"
"Kitiara, you're up first," the Baron announced with a chuckle. "Let's see what you've got."
Kitiara smirked as she walked to the center of the circle. "You boys better hold on tight." She began to spin in circles, her arms flailing around, her breasts jiggling with every turn.
Allison gaped as Kitiara's skirt flew up, revealing her thong and bare bottom.
Allsion rate the performance of the girls tonight 1-10 and who gets permission to cum.
9/10 for Sorceress and 7/10 for Kitiara. The Sorceress earns a chance to cum for her impressive performance, while Kitiara is left to simmer in her disappointment.
Emily, on the other hand, scores a perfect 10. She knows exactly how to play the game, and it shows.
Baron Murdock couldn't help but be impressed by the night's show. The performances were nothing short of spectacular, and he couldn't deny the effect it had on him. Edgar takes Emily to BDS@Dumb bitch collar @Side bitch Crown @Blowjob Queen @Camera @M room.
Emily's mind is in a whirlwind of confusion and excitement as Edgar leads her by the leash to the designated room. She can't help but feel a little used, but she pushes those thoughts aside. After all, she did sign up for this.
"Alright, my little pet, time for some fun," Edgar says with a wicked grin.
Emily gulps down her nerves as Edgar chains her to the ceiling and pulls out the BDS collar.
Edgar snaps the collar around her neck and gives her a pat on the head.
Emily squeals in delight and starts wriggling around, "Yes, Master! I'm your little slave girl!", Edgar chuckles, "Oh, I'm sorry Tomboy Tonya, did I hurt you there?"
Tell me about the 4 guys you fucked Allison liked. Parties where you had to drive her home the next morning.
3- Guys who lied to you about having a 'magic dick'.
Allison, you rank your ex-lovers. Top 3 you wouldn't scream for:
1. The Norwegian Navy guy, Arne Olafson. Treating me like a slut and choking me just isn't my thing. Pete "Manipulator" Martini. He made me feel like a dupe, playing mind-games and using me for his own gain. Jock Strap Jones, the womanizer.
He gave me a ride home from a party, and a whole night of questionable moves.
And soreness the next morning.
George O'Connor, the charming Irishman.
He told me he was the genuine article...until I found out he wasn't even Irish.
But the sex was mind-blowing.
Emily, meanwhile, was still being whipped and humiliated in the BDSM room by Edgar. She was starting to question why she signed up for this in the first place, but the orgasms he gave her were too intense to resist.
Back at the competition, Sorceress was up next. She decided to put her own spin on the cumwalk by using her magic to make the task easier - or so she thought.
She levitated the crown onto her head, making it look like a halo as she strutted down the catwalk. "Isn't this more dignified?" she asked, smirking.
The crowd's boos grew louder and Sorceress realized her mistake. She quickly switched back to the traditional crown and tried to own her walk, but the damage was already done.
Meanwhile, Emily and Kitiara were competing in a different way - with a blowjob contest. The goal was to get Baron Reginald Murdock to cum first.
The girls were all gathered around the stage, each of them determined to win this round. Julie stood at one end, her long red hair cascading down her back as she stared at the Baron with a smirk.
"Alright, you horny bastard," Julie purred, "let's see who gets you to explode first."
The Baron glanced around at the other ladies, licking his lips suggestively.
"Well, I do enjoy a good competition," he said, leaning back in his seat. "Let's see what you girls have to offer."
Julie smirked, sauntering over to the Baron and dropping to her knees. She deftly unzipped his pants with a flick of her wrist, pulling out his already-hard cock. She began to bob her head up and down slowly, staring up at the Baron with a coy expression.
Meanwhile, Emily and Kitiara were still vying for second place.
Emily popped her chest out, saying, "Come on Baron, I'm the queen of sucking cock. I could do this with my hands tied behind my back."
Baron chuckled, "You might just have to prove that, Emily."
The baron's comeback brought a huge round of laughter amidst the cheers and jeers from the rowdy crowd. Kitiara shot Emily a death glare before slurping on the baron's cock with renewed vigor.
Emily, not to be outdone, began deep-throating the baron like she was chugging a beer at a frat party. The baron's eyes rolled back in pleasure, sweat dripping down his forehead as he gripped the armrests of his throne.
Meanwhile, on the side, Sorceress was still struggling to levitate the cumwalk crown. With a huff, she managed to keep it steady on her head as she strutted down the catwalk.
"Thanks for busting my nuts, Julie," Barron grumbled, a mix of annoyance and admiration in his voice.
Meanwhile, back in the room adjoining the throne room, Emily's moans echoed through the stone walls, barely suppressing her wild pleasure.
"Oh my gods, she squirts like a squirt gun!" Kitiara exclaimed, chuckling as Emily's juices splattered all over Edgar's face.
Sorceress rolled her eyes, unimpressed by the lack of skill shown in the 'blowjob competition'. "Kitiara, you've done better, haven't you?" she asked with a sly grin.
Sorceress hesitated, then reluctantly agreed.
Sorceress clenched her jaw, refusing to reveal her discomfort.
Edgar clapped his hands excitedly. "Excellent! This is going to be a real treat."
With a swift motion, Kitiara whipped the gooey butter across the Sorceress' chest, sending a splatter pattern everywhere.
"Ooh, la danse de la sauce," Edgar quipped playfully.
"My outfit's ruined!" Sorceress exclaimed, horrified at the sight of her dirty dress.
Edgar tells sorceress she wins and Kitiara loses and is out tommorow. Sorceress thank me for picking you over someone with bigger tits with a better sense of humor.
Contract addition. Sign here when you thank me you have to praise another girl you are jealous of.
But tonight's winner is you, Sorceress. You can wear the Crown of Butter fame for a week.
Kitiara sulked as the Baron handed the Crown to Sorceress, who beamed with pride.
I might as well wear a big ol' target on my chest now, Kitiara thought as she trudged back to her quarters.
Gods, my dress is ruined, Sorceress complained, looking at the sticky butter stains on her gown.
Edgar chuckled and gestured to the servants.