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Chapter 16 by TheSpectator TheSpectator

Going to the Ball

Get ready!

You meet Miranda in the lobby. It was pretty empty in there for the most part, but you guess everyone who was able to go to the ball would be at home getting ready, or already there enjoying some of the ball’s compliments. Miranda was wearing a short red bodycon dress with a lace back and stockings. Due to the temperatures outside being less-than inviting, she had a coat over her, which was black with not a lot of features. She had boots on, but carried a pair of high heels that had a shiny piano finish to them... She poked out strangely in the tavern, looking nothing like any of the travelers or natives here. You praise her appearance, as she sizes your wear too. Dark dress pants and a buttoned up white shirt.

“You’re not too bad yourself, I suppose.” her compliment is lackluster, but you didn’t expect much anyway. “So, the walk isn’t far, but I’d like to spare the small talk for our walk to the building where it is being held.”

No complaints from you. You agree and join her. She wraps herself in her coat and grabs your arms, almost longingly. Her expression wasn’t any different from before, but you found this action a little...odd to say the least. You liked it when she acted more like a love-interest.

From what you knew, Delilah wasn’t too keen on drinking. Miranda, on the other hand, wasn’t pussyfooting around the drinks that were offered. Since you met up at the desired time, and made it to the ball a little early, it allowed you to chat and get to know the locals better. Everyone seems to be running a pretty tight shift of work around here, and they didn’t really seem too talkative to you. However, everyone here had, by now, warmed up to Miranda, and enjoyed talking to her notably more.

By the time the ball started, Miranda had tanked pretty hard. Her usual pale complexion was rosy and bright. Glass after glass. Dance after dance. Miranda gradually became louder. It would have been kinda embarrassing, but all the other attendees enjoyed her obnoxious presences. This continued for as long as you were there, so it lasted for hours on end!

When everyone started to disband, Miranda continued her chatter as if everything is still in full swing. Even though you’re starting to get tired, you can notice that the lingering stares at Miranda aren’t as friendly, have it be perverted intent or just being honestly annoyed now. You grab Miranda and tell her that you are ready to turn in. Luckily, she seems submissive to the idea and agrees to tail back with you. Now no one can take advantage of her current drunken state.

All the way back, she sings, screams, giggles and laughs. You didn’t expect her to be such a klutzy drunk, yet here she was tripping over everything below her. You pause briefly and wonder what to do with her. You’re sure if she goes back to the dorm she’ll cause a lot of ruckus - so you decide to take back to your room instead...That shouldn’t cause any trouble?

You were going to have to take a warm shower as you made a space for another person on the bed, it was a single queen sized bed, so you were going to make a wall out of spare blankets and pillows to make sure you two didn’t do anything you would regret. However, before you could even try to execute your plan, Miranda was becoming much more hands-on with you.

When you reached your room, she was basically trying to mount you. “Please...we should fuck right now and right here.” She fumbled with your belt as you locked the door and attempted to get around her, but she was fairly agile, considering her intoxicated mind.

“Miranda, you’re drunk.” You try to reason. You pick her up and put her in bed. She grumbles and works herself to her knees.

“Mhm, well what if...You’re not drunk enough?” She counters as she wraps herself around you. Her eyes are glossy and her cheeks are burning with a rosy tint. She leans and kisses you, lathering your tongue with her hot and intoxicating saliva.

You push her backwards, not hard enough to hurt her, but enough to get her on her back. “I shouldn’t. I’d be taking advantage of you.”

She shakes her head. “I wanted this~ that’s why I didn’t ask the maiden to come with us tonight~”

She places her hands between her legs and closes them until her knees are touching. “I want you to fuck me…”

As you stare at her, you can feel your expression flush. You exhale and look away. She seems dead-set on having sex with you, but somehow it doesn’t feel right...

Are you going to take advantage of her?

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