You are bound to the tables to display yourselves up close!

"Move the two heredisfactorem closer to Master!" The Queen coughs. She gestures at you and Areli.

At he Queen's command, the Maids immediately clear several of the centerpieces at the center of several of the tables. The guards strip you from your thongs and roughly maneuver the four of you into position. You and Arli are laid on your backs along the center line of the head table. Your are upside down from each other with your heads so close you can feel Areli's nervous breath against your cheek. You arms are locked heigh above your heads and your feet locked taught to the far edges of the table.

The two of you are effectively the new centerpieces! Table settings are placed along your bodies as Master's most elite wives take their place at the head table. It is difficult to see but you can see Tess and Coraline have been locked as centerpieces of separate tables far on the other side of the rooms.

Master and his Harem clap their hands eagerly as food is brought out by serving maids. Bowls of different delicacies surround your body on the table, but your purpose soon becomes revealed. Several of the serving staff begin to arrange displays of sushi up and down your naked bodies. The cold food causes your augmented nipples to stiffen! A shiver runs down the length of your little body. You turn your head and look into Areli's eyes. Her brow curls in nervous concern. Your long hair cascades beneath your bodies, but the servers have been careful to keep it away from the food covering your bodies.

Suddenly Areli winces and jerks within her restraints. You look up and see that two globs of Wasabi have been applied to her sensitive nipples.

Uh oh... you think. You close your eyes waiting for the inevitable.

SPLAT! SPLAT!

The wasabi hits your nipples and immediately begins to sting your augmented flesh. You bite your lip and endure the new sensation hoping it will subside. Unfortunately, the biting of the horseradish and stinging mustard plant increases the longer it is in contact with your skin.

Oblivious to your growing agony, the girls of Master's harem pass plates and food excitedly over your body between each other. Fingers, utensils, and chop sticks scrape and pinch your skin as they pick at the sushi along your body. Most of the girls nibble daintily. Their eager chittering between each other hardly allows them to stop to eat. Judging by the tightness of their dresses, they likely couldn't fit much food in their stomachs anyway.

Master appetite is not so constrained. He shoves food into his mouth as if there is there is no bottom to his stomach. His large hands, slick with food, pinches at your exposed flesh. He only stops occasionally to boisterously laugh or leer at the displayed flesh of one of his females.