Party girl

Liandra was lost in the crowd, she felt like it had been a mistake going there. She had never felt more distant to this strange folks and their bewildering wonders. Even if each of them was an intriguing mystery now the bridge between them was impossibly long. In her beautiful elegant dress, Liandra was marked an outsider, and her trials were on the tip and tongue of many of them. If she could, she would run and hide.

"A drink, m'lady?" A servant offered a cup of wine, and Liandra accepted it. The wine was full bodied, stronger than she was used to. She nursed and sipped frequently, her nervousness eclipsing her caution, and each time her woes became lighter. She found herself admiring the way the Nocternians danced, she wished she could join them, but the chaotic steps appeared very complex, impossible to master in the first try.

"Like the moon to the stars, like the sun to the clouds. She hovers above, high and aloof." The princess turned to see who said that, and found a man likely her age, with freckled cheeks and curly red hair. He was dressed in tight leather and dark colors, and a mask covered his mouth.

"You are to kind, Sir" She says after laughing, it did strike her as terribly charming. "I am sorry, you just appeared lonely and out of place. I am Alric"

"Liandra"

"Would you care to dance, Liandra?" he offered his hand, and she accepted it. He took her to the middle of the revelers, but she found it impossible to follow their swaying movements. But even her attempts were good enough, they both laughed at how inept she was, and kept trying.

Her cup seemed to magically refill itself, and the exhaustion made her thirsty. Inebriation made her a better dancer, or clouded her ability to know the difference. She found Alric´s lips sweet, and Wory's salty. Gaston was a dark elf, and he tasted like blueberries. She found out that she loved blueberries. Juliet was jealous of Adam, and was a much better kisser. But they all faded when Liandra found her.

Like almost everyone else, her new partner was masked. She was a redhead, she was dressed in an awfully diminutive leather attire, it barely covered anything of her legs, and her niples were almost showing. Liandra swayed with the music, praying quietly that the constant move would free at least one of those breasts, she kept trying to imagine what size and shape her nipples would have. She imagined Kendra's, and wrapped her arm around her back. Liandra was getting good at this.

"You are the most beau-tiful woman I have seen all nightch" Liandra wasn't measuring her words "I want a kiss" her hand trailed the smooth skin over the redhead spine, and Liandra held the nape of her head. "Kiss me" she leaned forward, and felt the silken touch of the mask on her lips.

Her other hand trailed down, and felt the firm buttocks. Liandra squeezed it hard, and heard the painful moan escape her.

Liandra felt her partner answer, and her strong arms embraced her with equal passion. Their nipples touched through all the layers of silk, cotton and leather, and they mashed them together, seeking friction and pleasure. The mask was gone, and Liandra was tonguing her mouth like she needed every last bit of passion to survive.

"I love you so much, Liandra" her name snap her back to reality, it is like a cold water bucket. She opens her eyes to face Kendra, smiling, still bearing the red marks the princess left over her mouth.