Yes, but she meant it when she said "trial"

Your life as a fighter has given you quick reflexes and strong hands. You use both of these to spring from your seat and take Xenia's face in your grip, pressing your lips hungrily to hers. You feel the shape of her smile under your tongue and when you separate it is still there.

"Well done Mr Vander. Now..." Pressing her lips back against yours you feel her take your hand and guide it between her legs, trailing your fingers over her spread and very wet pussy. You take the hint.

Hungrily you kiss down the length of Xenia's neck as she moans and tilts her head, giving you space. Your hands shift to her thighs and press them wider as you trail more kisses over her collarbone and then over her beautiful chest, sparing a moment to tease her lovely nipples with your tongue. Then at last, you reach your destination. Her pussy is flushed pink, with the same whisks of red-blonde hair as she revealed to you earlier. With a little thrill you realise the blue paint of her lips and chest marks a pattern across the width of her hips.

"Well Mr...!" You cut her off with your tongue as you begin to lap at her clit, fingers tightening on the flesh of her thighs. Above you you can hear Xenia's breathy gasps and her pussy grows wetter against your tongue. Moving one hand you grin and decide to really show her by driving two fingers quickly in and our of her sopping wet hole, raising moans from your subject and making her squirm under your grip. "Oooh! V...very good!" The rolling flow of her accent breaks and stutters when she speaks.

Encouraged, you decide to finish the job and focus, keeping your rhythm and fingering her pussy with formidable ****. It does not take long to have an effect. Listening to her moans grow louder and louder, you know she is cumming when her hands move to knot into your hair. Xenia's body spasms under your touch and at last she lets out a howl, back arching dramatically as her thighs quiver around your head and her orgasm flows over her. When you let her go her body slumps back on the table. She seems happy to stay there.

Wiping your mouth you can't help but laugh.

"Did I pass? Or do you need a further demonstration?" You can feel your erection straining against your trousers and hope she says yes. Hearing your questions Xenia pulls herself up so she is once again sitting on the table and sighs contentedly. You groan as she reaches forward to rub the length of your cock through your clothes, her fingers testing its length and thickness. But then moments later, her touch is gone.

"You seem the perfect man to rescue a lady in peril Mr Vander." Alarmingly, Xenia begins rebuttoning the top of her dress. "At the party this evening my Mistress, the Sixth Princess of Praxibia would like to engage your services. Please make sure to introduce yourself." Still shocked by her lack of reciprocation you can only watch as she places a small bag of gold coins on the table and smiles. "Half now and half on completion." You have to wonder what completion might mean in this context.

"And how will I find the Princess?" You know now she means to frustrate you and try to move your brain back to business. At least to shift the blood flow. Xenia smiles as she hops off the table, finding her cloak and putting it back on.

"You'll know when you see her. I wish you luck." And then, breezing past the curtain, Xenia is gone.

Irritated you wait and then elect to rejoin your group to share information. You'll probably not mention this bit.