Everybody dance now.

Everyone stared as you clutched the Empress's head against your crotch and groan. White, hot spurts were seen leaking and exploding out the sides of her well-stretched mouth as she enveloped her sucking face around your organ. You give her upside down body a small shake to get all the cum out of your urethra, letting her lithe body and ass jiggle in front of this gathered crowd. Her beat-red face now plastered with the titan's worth of spunk you've been planning to spray on her ever since you arrived here. When the music ends, you drop her rag-doll body and take a bow. Her body collapses sideways, breathing heavily as a big spunk bubble pops around her luscious lips.

Instead of gasping in shock like a normal crowd, the people around you clap their hands. Under the throne's influence, they feel as if they've just witnessed the latest ballroom dance craze rather then an insulting face-fucking that has defiled the Empress Celene and **** her make-up to run. Wanting to follow your lead, every willing dancer tries to do what you just did... they each lift the nearest lady upside down and stick their throbbing dicks into their mouths and waltz onto the dance floor. It seems you have just started a trend.

There's no rest for the viciously throat-fucked Celene Valmont as she's quickly scooped up by some random noble who asks, "may I have this dance?". Before she can answer from her daze, she finds another cock shoved into her gullet while being waltzed across the room. Luckily, these "beginners" are nowhere as rough as you were and the Empress does appear to have an easier time... almost.

Almost every noblewoman in the room was being throat-waltzed in a very patterned ballroom ritual orgy. The onlookers acted very casual about the whole thing as they drank their wine; ate cheeses and gossiped about other things.

There's a small tap on your shoulder and you hear, "may I have this next dance?".