Dinner party

You think that you need to decide to do what you came for...

This building is a large, richly decorated, two-story structure that is located separately from other buildings in the area. This mansion is surrounded by a high stone fence, plainly the nobles don't want just anyone off the street hear their fine home. Near the entrance gate you notice guards in expensive steel armor and black and blue cloaks...

You feel for the invitation in your bag, as you walk up to the two guardsmen who instantly glance at you. They look at you with obvious distrust in their eyes, even as they challenge you about what you are doing there. Taking out your invitation you show it to them, making the human guards look at you in envy and at the same time disgust. But at last they allow you to pass, once past the gate you have to walk up a long rock lined path to the front door. Tugging a bell pull, you wait for a long moment until the massive double doors open, a tall middle aged human in a finely tailored suit greets you coolly.

“Good evening.” He said coldly looking down his nose at you, as you once again produce your invitation. His eyes are distant, face utterly emotionless as he saw the paper. A faint quiver in one cheek, as his eyes sweep over it for a split second. Before he ushers you into the entry hall, you are stunned by the opulence from the polish marble floors. To the beautiful wooden walls panel, to high above your head the gold inlaid ceiling with its crown molding. “May I take your cloak?”

“Take it where? I'm going to need it, it is cold where we are going.” You explained, as the haughty looking human snorted as you looked down his nose at you sneering.

“I shall only be hanging it in the cloak room.” The rather severe looking Human butler snorted, his distaste plain as you look him over for a moment. Before you undo the clasp, taking your heavy fur cloak off before handing it over. Watching as the sneering Human moved over to a small closet, showing you just where it was hung up.

“Follow me... please Sir.” You snicker almost thinking this fellow was going to **** as he said 'Sir', watching as he strolls along straight backed in front of you. You are guided down the hall into a luxurious room, where a surprisingly small number of people are standing around talking. three finely dressed human males, four bejeweled females in slinky silken dress's that displayed more of their bodies than most street whore would.

“There he is!” A sexy finely dressed young woman calls out in obvious delight, as she gestures over towards you making all the other look at you. “Our guest of honor.” The lady of the house pronouncing, you could help noticing the butler sniffing derisively at that idea. She hurried across the room, as her small rather effeminate husband smiles broadly. Leaning up she planted a kiss on your cheek, making that long male organ thicken within your crude wool trousers. Taking your arm she wrapped hers around it, pulling you over to where the others were crowded together, “Please... come over and meet everyone. They are all so excited to see you.” You could feel your face and neck darken with blush, as you felt like a pet being shown off to her friends. “I'm Lady Angelina and this is my husband... Baron Orrin Delincord Linergarn.” She introduced, as the petite rather girlish looking human male came sliding up to you looking up into your eyes. “And you are?”

“Ulkin Nordane.” You grunt a bit more gruffly than you had intended, making her smile widen as she looked up at you licking her lip's hungrily.

“So good to meet you...” Her husband exclaimed excitedly, clasping your arm to greet you in the manner adventurers in all the cheap novels always did. “When Angelina and I saw you guiding your caravan through the streets of our fair city the other day.” He shifted from foot to foot, like an excited school boy who needed to go to urinate badly. “Well we were both Very impressed with you...” You got the impression, that this nobleman had much more in-common with Jodaz than you had expected.

“Whats not to be impressed with.” A equally handsome and girlish looking slightly older human observed, as he strolled up looking you over like he might a prized stallion. “So big and strong... rough, savage, I'll bet he's sired on dozens of helpless human women. Willingly or not.”

“Oh Bozie... what a thing to say.” Lady Angelina chided him with a faint smirk, as she looked up at you smiling brightly. “Don't pay any attention to him, Bozie has always had a naughty sense of humor.”

“Sir Bozwell Odenkirk baronet... and this lovely eager young lady is my wife, Lady Sabrina.” Bozie clasp your arm in that made up way that real adventurers never did, plainly even with his off putting manner... he was playing the role just as much as Orrin. While his sexy young wife lifted herself up on tip toes, to push her pretty red lip's up against your wide mouth.

“Heh looks like there is at least one human girl here, who wouldn't mind being ravished.” The third young human male teased Bozie, as he strolled up to look you over challengingly. You get the feeling that he wants to dominate, the submissive way his wife clings to him reinforcing that impression. “I am Sir Corey the Duke's second born son, and this is my fiancee Lyra.” He proudly announced like that was supposed to impress you, so you did your best to look awed. As he gave you the forearm clasp, before shoving his wife towards you with a smirk. Looking down you could see the fear in her eyes, as she leaned up to kiss your cheek before whispered in your ear. 'I surrender myself to your lustful desires.' You know at once that her husband has made her do this, still you allow a wide lustful smile to spread across your face. Pulling her close to you as she lets out a squeak of fear, you whisper gently into her ear to faint for her husband to hear. 'I will not harm you... and will do only what you want.' You feel her tiny body relax slightly in your grip as you set her back on the floor. As her husband frowns at you, plainly not liking that something past between you and his wife that he wasn't allowed to hear. “Easy big boy that can wait until after dinner... the evening is still young and so are we.” Corey joked in an effort to take back control of the situation, even as your hostess pulls the last guest over introducing the young lady as simply Emma.