Party is winding down

The last of the guests are beginning to filter out when Olivia’s best friend, Jessica, stumbles in, still brimming with the infectious energy of the night. Dressed in a Roman-inspired outfit—not as regal as Olivia’s but still elegant—she carries herself like a playful princess, a touch of mischief in her grin as she spots the scene before her.

“Oh my gods, that was one hell of a party!” Jessica exclaims, throwing her arms up dramatically before letting herself collapse onto the chaise lounge beside Olivia, sinking into the plush cushions with a satisfied sigh. She looks over at Olivia, her eyes sparkling. “And you, Olivia, you looked absolutely hot tonight. And you and Daniel?” She whistles teasingly. “That was something else. Who came up with all that? The theatrics, the power struggle? It was so freaking sexy.”

You steal a glance at Olivia, waiting to see how she reacts. For a brief second, she hesitates, her lips parting slightly as if trying to find the right words. You know the truth—it had been improv, driven by Daniel’s drunken bravado. But Olivia straightens her shoulders, flicking her hair back as she tilts her chin slightly upward.

“Well, of course, it was all my idea,” she lies smoothly, her tone dripping with confidence. “Daniel was just playing along.”

Jessica’s eyebrows shoot up in admiration. “Ohhh, that’s amazing. Girl, you really owned that role. Seriously, if I didn’t know you, I would’ve thought you were born to be an Empress.”

Olivia smirks at the praise, her fingers lazily tracing the rim of a half-empty goblet as she soaks in the validation.

Jessica’s gaze shifts to you, still kneeling at Olivia’s feet, still locked in your role as her servant. She tilts her head, biting her lip in amusement. “And you’re still playing along?”

Her smile turns slightly wicked, and she leans forward, inspecting you as if you were some rare artifact. “Damn, that’s dedication. I love that.” She claps her hands together suddenly. “Oh! Can I borrow him sometime? Just for an evening? I mean, you are my bestie, Olivia, and I would take great care of him.”

She winks playfully, her voice light and teasing, but there’s a flicker of something more in her eyes.

Olivia chuckles, but there’s a thoughtful glint in her expression as she glances at you, then back at Jessica. “Oh? And what exactly would you do with him?”

Jessica leans back on her elbows, grinning. “Oh, nothing too scandalous. Just… you know, put him to work. I’d make such a good noblewoman. Maybe even an advisor to the Empress. Or…” she trails off for a moment, her grin turning slightly impish. “A handmaiden. That could be fun.”

Olivia raises an eyebrow. “A handmaiden?”

Jessica shrugs. “Oh, you know. I can be bossy, but I do have a switchy side.” She giggles, biting her lip. “I mean, just imagine—me, at your side, but not as an equal, no. As your devoted handmaiden. Still above him, of course.”

She leans in conspiratorially, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “Picture it—both of us on our knees, serving you, making sure you never have to lift a finger. Though, of course,” she smirks, flicking her gaze to you, “some of us would have to work a little harder than others.”

Jessica laughs, watching Olivia’s expression shift, a flicker of something unreadable passing through her eyes as they sit side by side, their bodies close on the shared chaise. But then, Olivia’s brows knit together, her lips parting slightly in what seems like indignation.

"Jessica! That’s—That’s completely absurd!" Olivia exclaims, her voice carrying a mix of surprise and mock outrage. "Are you seriously suggesting I keep you as some kind of... of servant alongside him?" Her eyes flick toward you, as if to emphasize the ridiculousness of it.

Jessica grins, clearly unbothered. "Oh, come on, Olivia. You know I’d be an amazing handmaiden. I’d dote on you endlessly, pamper you, make sure you had everything you needed. And him? Well, he’d still be below both of us, obviously. But the two of us? Side by side, devoted to serving you? That’s a hot image, don’t you think?"

Olivia scoffs, rolling her eyes. "You’re ridiculous." But the way she shifts in her seat, the way her fingers lightly drum against her goblet, tells a different story. Her cheeks flush slightly, not just from the wine, and you can tell—despite her protest—she isn’t completely dismissing the thought. In fact, she’s entertaining it.

She shoots a glance at you, her smile playful but the suggestion holding a little more weight than mere teasing.

Olivia hums softly, tapping her nails against her goblet. She doesn’t say anything immediately, but you can tell the idea has nestled itself in her thoughts. The way Jessica had framed it—not just about you, but about her—seemed to shift something in her expression.

Jessica suddenly grins wider, eyes flicking to Olivia with a playful nudge. Then, with a mischievous glint, she casually reaches out, tracing her fingers lightly along Olivia’s collarbone before letting her hand drift lower, teasingly brushing against Olivia’s chest. "You really did look like a goddess tonight," she murmurs, her voice dripping with playful admiration. “Speaking of, I don’t think your little servant has had enough humiliation for one night, has he?”

Olivia chuckles, sinking further into the chaise beside Jessica, allowing her friend's touch without pulling away. Instead, she lets out a slow, dramatic sigh and murmurs, "Mmm, well, what can I say? A goddess should be worshiped properly." She casts a glance down at you, her smirk growing. “You do make a fair point.”

She tilts her head, her gaze locking onto you again, her smirk growing. “I suppose he should entertain us a little longer.”

Jessica leans in closer, her lips just barely grazing Olivia’s cheek before pressing a teasing kiss there. For a second, Olivia sighs softly, playing into the moment, before both of them suddenly giggle.

You feel a heat coil deep in your stomach, an unmistakable rush of arousal from watching them so close, so effortlessly sensual in their teasing. Jessica’s eyes flick toward you, catching your expression.

"Oh," she coos, voice dripping with amusement. "Look at him, Olivia. I think he likes watching his Empress being doted on."

Olivia follows her gaze, then tilts her head at you, her smirk widening. "Of course, he does," she muses, stretching lazily. "But I wonder... should we let him enjoy it? Or make him earn it?"

Jessica claps her hands together, clearly delighted. "Oh, I love this."

The party has dwindled, but the air is still thick with the teasing energy Olivia and Jessica stirred up. The two of them remain sprawled on the chaise, their bodies close, still basking in the aftermath of their playful performance. Jessica's fingers trail lazily along Olivia’s arm before she lets out a satisfied sigh, stretching like a cat. Olivia and Jessica remain sprawled on the chaise, the remnants of the night still buzzing in their movements and the way they carry themselves.

Jessica leans into Olivia slightly, her cheek brushing against her shoulder as she smirks at you. "Mmm, that was fun, wasn’t it? But you know what would really make this night perfect?" She kicks off her sandals with a slow, exaggerated motion, wiggling her toes as if in deep thought. "Since you’re still so eager to serve, why don’t you be a dear and rub my feet?" “Well,” she hums, wiggling her toes, “since you’re still in such a serving mood, why don’t you be a dear and rub my feet?”

Olivia hums at Jessica’s suggestion, shifting slightly on the chaise and letting her fingers trail absentmindedly along her own thigh. She throws you a look, arching an eyebrow. "You heard her. Go on." Her voice is lazy, indulgent—still soaked in that Empress-like authority, though now tinged with amusement. She gives you a single look—a silent command wrapped in amusement. “Go on,” she says, the confidence of her role as Empress still lingering in her tone.

You hesitate, but not out of resistance. The night has unfolded in ways you never could have imagined, and yet, at no point had you spoken up against it. Without protest, you kneel and take Jessica’s foot in your hands, beginning to massage it. The action, though submissive, feels surprisingly mundane after everything that had happened. The last few guests take little notice as they make their way out, waving half-hearted goodbyes, too drunk or preoccupied to think much of it.

As the door clicks shut behind them, leaving just the three of you, something inside you begins to stir. A realization, a slow return of self. The haze of wine and theatrics lifts just enough for you to feel the weight of the night. You glance up at Olivia, her regal posture still intact, Jessica grinning beside her.

You take a breath.

“…Olivia.”

It’s not a title, not an honorific. Just her name. And for the first time all evening, it lands differently.

Olivia blinks, the sound cutting through the Empress persona she’s been reveling in. She straightens slightly, her fingers stilling in her lap as she looks down at you. Her lips part, as if something soft is trying to push its way forward.

For a moment, she’s just Olivia again.

Then, as if remembering herself, she tilts her head and lets out a small, amused scoff. “Are you begging me to release you?” she teases, though her voice is gentler now.

You swallow, your hands still on Jessica’s foot but barely moving now. “Maybe… maybe it’s time we stop the theatrics,” you say quietly.

Olivia studies you, her expression flickering between playful and understanding. A moment passes, and then she exhales, her smirk softening. “Alright,” she murmurs, as if letting you off easy. “I suppose you’ve earned a reprieve.”

She lifts her foot slightly, nudging your shoulder with it in a light, teasing motion. “But I have to admit,” she adds, her voice carrying that lingering intoxication of power, “you were rather good at all of this.”

You lower your head for a moment, inhaling deeply, then shift forward without thinking. Your arms come to rest around Olivia’s legs, hugging them loosely, as if grounding yourself in something familiar.

Olivia stiffens for just a second, surprised by the gesture. But then, slowly, she relaxes, a quiet exhale leaving her lips. One of her hands drifts down, resting lightly on the back of your head.

Jessica, watching the exchange, presses her hands to her chest dramatically, but then she exhales, stretching her arms as if suddenly remembering the time. "Welp, I think that's my cue to leave," she says, pushing herself up from the chaise with a knowing smile. “Ohhh, that’s adorable,” she croons, eyes shining with amusement. “Our little servant really does love his Empress.”

Olivia rolls her eyes but doesn’t pull away. Jessica grins, adjusting her dress slightly before leaning in toward Olivia with a smirk. "You should give me a call later," she murmurs, her tone light but carrying an unmistakable edge of intrigue. "We definitely have more to talk about." “Hush,” she mutters, though there’s no real bite to it. Instead, she simply lets you stay there for a moment longer, basking in the lingering warmth of the night before it inevitably fades.