Eat!

Dinner is fantastic.

You don't know if it's because Summer is such a talented cook or it's a combination of the feeling of relief and the company you keep, but never before has a meal been more satisfying. Every single resident of Castle Phoenix attends, even the newcomers who had been hidden away in the War Room during the battle. It's a loud, obnoxious event, but that's exactly how it should be. People laugh, chat, and even sing as they share drinks and food. It makes quite the mess, but that's a problem for the future. Right now, all anybody wants to do is blow off steam.

Laira strolls over to where you stand with a half-filled wooden mug in her hand. She swings it up in cheer with a warm smile on her face. For someone who wears very little other than a pair of overalls, perhaps she shouldn't be stretching her arms up so high, though she does dress the same when working the forge, so perhaps it's fine after all. Still, you can't help but notice her bountiful cleavage, both above and the sides. "That was truly amazing!" she shouts with glee. "I knew I chose the right employer."

"I couldn't have done it without everyone's help," you reply. "And that includes you, Laira. Because of your skills, we have weapons and armour that never break, and we'd have never been able to claim Castle Phoenix in the first place without the PEG."

"Hehe, shucks." With a bashful blush to her cheeks, she lifts her mug and sips it down nervously. Some of the drink runs down her chin and neck like a stream leading through the valley of two great mountains.

She nearly chokes, however, when Fang suddenly grabs hold of her. "Now this is the way to drink!" Without warning, the cat buries her face in between Laira's bosom, licking furiously with her tongue at what trickled down before. Licklicklicklick.

Laira cackles. "N-No, that tickles!"

Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Eva laying down over the armrests of your throne with a small bowl and spoon in her hands. After a moment, she peers over and meets your gaze. You make your way over, and as you do, she presents herself with a playfully smug arrogance by wiggling her bum to signify she's only getting comfier on your seat. When you stop before her and stare down, she looks up and places the spoon in her mouth.

"What'cha eating?" you ask.

Eva swallows. "Honey pudding," Eva replies. Then she grins wide. "Am I in your spot?"

"I wasn't gonna sit there, but there's probably something disrespectful about sitting on the throne."

"Then make me get off." She sticks out her tongue.

You look down at her with a chuckle and shake of your head. Then you reach down, scoop your arms under body, and lift her up into your arms. "Fine. You're coming with me then."

"Aah!" Perhaps she didn't expect you to call her bluff so quickly. "P-Put me down, Kyle. I'm wearing a skirt. People will--"

"Quiet. You did this to yourself."

Eva submits. With pink in her cheeks, she scoops her spoon back into her bowl of pudding and takes another bite.

Footsteps approach from behind. There Malakae stands, once again clad in a sexy red and gold qipao, with her hands on her curvy hips. Despite her clearly trying to get your attention, she still takes a moment to glance away, as if working up the courage to speak. Finally, she does. "This has been... a lot."

"I know," you say. "Take your time, Malakae."

"Yeah. I'm sorry you've had to go through all of this," Eva says, still in your arms.

Malakae glances down at the bunnyfolk. She can't help but crack a smile. With arms crossed beneath her bust, she turns away and rolls her eyes. "Like it or not, this is my home now. If you have need of my power, Kyle, all you have to do is ask. I look forward to our future together."

Eva whispers up to you, "When she pushes her boobs up with her arms like that, she's doing it on purpose so you'll look. She wants you to--"

"I am doing no such thing!" Malakae shouts. After looking down at herself, she brings her arms back to her sides self-consciously. "You're such a brat, Beela."

"You're the brat." Eva sticks her tongue out at her.

Whether she does it on purpose or not, during an awkward silence, Malakae brings her arms right back beneath her chest again. "I don't know how you carry her around so easily like that. She must weigh a ton."

"Are you calling me fat?!" Eva shouts.

A dark claw lays upon Malakae's shoulder--tall shadow looming behind. Mistress Dajy comes into view with an innocent smile upon her face.

It causes Malakae to jump in place.

"No no, dear," Dajy says. "You aren't fat at all, my adorable bunny rabbit. She's just appreciating the size of your outstanding breasts."

The dragon peers back at the succubus. "I wasn't--"

"Oh I see why you like her, Kyle," she interrupts. Her crimson gaze shifts over towards you. "I understand completely. There's something so pleasurable about inflicting punishment upon a brat such as herself."

All Malakae can do is clench her teeth and flush red. She can't think of anything to retort, especially to one as imposing as Mistress Dajy.

The feast proceeds into the evening. Though after the battle and the following celebration, all anyone wants to do is wash up and rest. Cleaning can wait until the next day. You demand Yin wait as well. The last thing you want is her working herself to the bone by staying up all night fixing the castle back up. You're one of the first to leave the Great Hall, also known as the Throne Room. You proceed through the leftmost door behind the throne, which leads straight into the Royal Bath.