A feast for a king

Malgor looked over himself in the mirror as he adorned his royal black robes once more, placing a signet ring over his finger. He thought to himself what his plans for that night would be. Scrying the events that transpired for his former enemies gave him ample information on their current state. He knew that they were breaking, falling apart from one another. His work on Daelana had left her irrevocably changed and Lila suffered for it. He was curious how they'd both act tonight. He had put the gods' own fear into Christina, pushing her against her former friend. Athalia's pride wouldn't let up, but she was coming to realize her lack of power. Even the great Angelica herself was losing the hope that defined her. However, Tyra seemed to make some of her bonds stronger through this crucible. He had always assumed her to be a selfish sellsword, but perhaps he needed to reassess her. Either way, seeing as they were all **** to visit him, he would have to keep every girl's situation in mind to properly take advantage. He adjusted the collar of his robes and went for the door, ready to head downstairs.

***

Angelica, Tyra, and Lila walked to the palace gates together. After the events of that day none of them felt comfortable letting each other out of sight. They had all changed into their ballroom attire. None of them could deny that they were beautifully crafted and comfortable to the touch so that wearing them was of no inconvenience. Tyra wasn't used to wearing such fancy things, and couldn't help but feel like a sheep walking on its hind legs. She pushed the feeling aside, trying to see it as only business. Angelica had worn many fancy dresses before, but wearing one now for the event she was about to partake in felt like an insult, a perversion of the joy she used to feel when invited to the king's ball as an honored guest. Despite the impeccable material of the dress, she felt uncomfortable because of the very notion of it. Lila simply felt relived to be wearing something of her own, though she spent the walk frantically looking left and right, afraid of when Daelana would show up.

Soon after, Athalia and Christina arrived together. Athalia was feigning confidence as best as she could, prancing about with her hips swaying side to side. She wished to look bold tonight and perhaps make up for some of her losses if she could. Most of the discouragement of earlier had melted away as she had become a creature of the moment. Christina could not be further apart in countenance. Though she looked beautiful in her blue dress, she could not keep herself from looking nervous, still anticipating the night to come. Athalia paid little mind to her, even taking some joy in her sorrow.

"Christina..." said Angelica.

Angelica had planned on saying something to her, but didn't quite figure out what she could say. What words could possibly be equal in gravity to console the pain that was to come? She couldn't think of any, and Christina knew as she looked at her puzzled face. She looked down to the ground, feeling more alone than ever now that her best friend had nothing to say.

"Is Daelana a no show then?" asked Tyra.

"How should I know?" said Athalia, "Then again, after her little adventure with Lila, she'd be pretty bold to show her face. Maybe she's just gonna stay home and lose what few points she has!"

Lila shivered and hid behind Tyra as Athalia called her out, staring at her with a wicked and taunting smile. But at that moment, they all heard footsteps approaching. They all turned to see Daelana walk out in her beautiful black ball gown. She had a solemn look upon her face as she stared at her feet, only momentarily lifting her eyes to meet the judgemental stares of the others. Lila receded even further behind Tyra's body, too terrified to look at her tormentor.

Daelana herself didn't know how to feel. She knew she had no right to face Lila and felt the accusing looks of her fellows to be justified. However, she couldn't say out loud that she wasn't in her right mind when she did it, for that wouldn't be true. She remembered it all and the act of choosing it was intentional. The group stared at her in silence, the awkwardness too great for anyone to say anything. Tyra and Christina looked at the ground, not wanting to push the already growing tension. Athalia had a surprised look, almost impressed that Daelana ended up coming. The only one who seemed to do anything was Angelica who looked around at her compatriots and seemed shocked at their inaction. Without anyone else doing anything, she took a breath and walked towards Daelana. Daelana only just lifted her head as it was met with a sharp slap across the face from Angelica. Christina was shocked and stepped forwards with her hand outstretched before Angelica interrupted her with her own speech.

"What were you thinking?" yelled Angelica, "One night with him and now you're hurting your teammates? Your friends? How could you do such a thing?"

Angelica looked at her with righteous fury, but that look soon faded away, replaced with concern as she saw a blush grow on Daelana's face and sweat roll down her forehead. Daelana softly panted under her breath as her face filled with color and she looked to Angelica, the source of the slap. In her rage Angelica forgot that she had just pleasured Daelana, and she awkwardly backed away, ashamed that her attempt at correction and leadership was made so perverse because of her ignorance. Daelana said nothing, wanting no more than to revel in what little pleasure she had.

At that moment, the gates opened loudly. Everyone turned their attention to them and saw Helga walk out from them with a confident stride. She stretched her arms outwards as she addressed the small crowd.

"Good evening girls!" she proclaimed, "Welcome to the royal ball in honor of our beloved harem master, Malgor! He is expecting you all. Once you enter, please form an orderly line in order to individually pay your respects to him!"

The girls all looked at each other awkwardly. Helga stepped aside and motioned her arm towards the entrance, expectantly urging them inside. Christina took a deep breath. Though her fear of the night to come was high, she knew she was on her own and wanted to, at the very least, take charge of her own well being. She wanted to show that she could face these challenges on her own, for she had no other choice. She put on a brave face and stepped forward, the first of the girls to enter. Not wishing to be outdone, Athalia quickly followed behind her. Seeing that there was nothing that could be done, Tyra, Lila, and Angelica followed. Finally, Daelana hesitated as she looked at the gates she had passed through just the other night. To say they looked ominous now would be an understatement. But she looked to Helga who met her gaze with a devilish smile. She knew she would suffer if she didn't obey. Reluctantly, she went in, the massive gates closing behind her and sealing the fates of them all.

***

Malgor sat on his great throne, tapping the armrest expectantly. That tapping finger had the signet ring on it. He had purposely worn it for that night. He wanted to see what the girls would do, now two days into this strange competition and beginning to come to terms with their situation. He was pleased to see them all march in single file. He was more pleased to see Christina at their head, looking stunning yet shy in her ball gown. He had never seen her looking so obviously beautiful before, and it only excited him more for the night to come.

At the same time, the girls looked around them in awe as they entered the throne hall. It had been decorated seamlessly into a royal hall fit for a ball. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling bathing the dark room in immense candlelight. Great tables lined the halls, leaving space for a long and ornate carpet leading up to the throne where Malgor sat. Strangest of all, there were servants all around carrying food and waiting on them all, and every single one of them looked like Helga. No matter where they looked, they saw clones of Helga dressed in fancy servant's attire scattered about the place.

"Gods, that's creepy!" said Angelica, "Are they all her?"

"In a sense, yes," said a Helga servant next to Angelica, carrying a platter, "Someone needs to do this work, and if you want something done... well, you know the rest!"

Angelica jumped slightly at the servant's sudden interjection into her question. She couldn't even begin to wrap her head around how that worked. She had no time to either as she heard a horn blowing above them. They looked up and saw balconies lined with more Helgas blowing trumpets. There was also another Helga up there, not with a trumpet but a list that she read from as she loudly spoke.

"May I present to his eminence, dark lord Malgor, Christina, the jealous rival!" she yelled.

Christina was visibly irked by the announcement. She wondered if they planned to **** all of them in that way. But she didn't want to show any more how they got to her. She wanted to be brave, so she continued forward. Approaching Malgor on the throne was a daunting task. She was always a little afraid of him, but now she had no sword, shield, or armor to hide behind. Only her thin dress that left her very ****. She started to shake as she got closer to him and he stared her down, focused entirely on her. She stopped before the foot of the throne, looking to a Helga servant who happened to be to her right. The Helga servant made a simple gesture to her.

"Show your reverence," Helga said.

Christina gulped at being put on the spot like this. Without any other ideas she fell back on her ways as a paladin. She dropped to a knee and bowed her head.

"Uh... great and venerable... uh... Malgor... I... I... show great reverence to you... my... lord," she stuttered out.

She clutched her arms around herself to stop herself from shaking, but it had little effect. Malgor continued to look down at her from the throne, allowing some silence to follow her words and let the fear rise within her. Then, at the right moment, he rose from his seat and approached Christina. She couldn't look up at him, too scared to acknowledge his presence despite his shadow looming over her. That could only go on for so long before she saw his foot stomp down before her face. She looked up at him, unable to hide the fear in her eyes.

"Show reverence properly, paladin," he said.

He lifted his hand to Christina clenched in a fist and showed his signet ring before her face. She looked at it and knew exactly what he wanted. She would often show her submission to kings and priests by kissing their signet rings. Though she always found it a little bit degrading, she never had a problem showing respect for those whom she chose to follow. But now she would have to do it for him, the dark lord. She looked left and right, remembering once again how alone she was. At least she now knew exactly what he wanted from her, she justified in her head. She wouldn't have to make a mockery of herself trying to come up with a way to show reverence. She could only softly curse herself for taking consolation in such a small thing. With much ****, she leaned forwards and planted her lips on the ring, feeling the copper taste upon her lips as she kissed it. She then drew her head back and looked back up to his now smiling face.

"Good girl," he said.

Christina showed reverence to the master. +2 VP.

Christina slowly got up and moved to the side, not wanting to invoke any wrath from Malgor now that she had successfully done as he asked. Athalia was behind her. She scoffed under her breath, upset that Christina, despite being the most chaste of them all besides maybe Lila, had not lost any points and was only continuing to rise in the ranks above her. She had to think of some way to sabotage her. If she was outdone in a competition of sexuality by a paladin girl, she would never hear the end of it. But as her turn in the line came up, she threw that annoyed look from her face and went back into seduction mode.

"Presenting, Athalia, the lowly maid!" announced Helga.

She kept any displeasure from showing as she approached Malgor with a deliberate sway in her step. She smiled at him, trying to ignore the clear contempt in his eyes. He continued to hold his hand with the ring out. Athalia didn't need to be told twice. She immediately knelt down and took his hand in hers.

"Great, noble, and sexy lord Malgor, I show my undying reverence to you, king of kings and greatest man of all!" she said.

She placed a sultry kiss on his ring. The girls behind her used all of their might to stop themselves from cringing at her overly dramatic flair. Malgor continued to look down at her, a smile not coming to his face this time. She kissed his ring for a much longer time than Christina did, almost as if she was making love to it. But as soon as she gave even the hint that her kiss was ending, Malgor lifted his hand from her mouth and used it to shove her face to the side. She stumbled onto the floor, losing her footing.

"Good, good," said Malgor, "You may go."

Athalia showed reverence to the master. +2 VP.

Athalia made a sour face as her sexy display was ruined by that disgraceful dismount **** by Malgor's hand. However, she seemed to had gotten her points. The exact same as Christina's, but something nonetheless. While she was annoyed that she was still so far behind with nothing she could do now to raise her status, she held some solace in that Christina would undoubtedly loose points that night. She smiled thinking of all the horrible things she'd have done to her before picking herself up.

Tyra stood next on the line. Behind her was Lila and then Angelica as Lila took to hiding between them. She didn't want to be close to Malgor in front of them but she definitely didn't want to be close to Daelana behind them. She shuddered as her turn came closer. Tyra looked back at her, clearly seeing her fear as well as the fear of Angelica further behind and then Daelana at the very back. Tyra knew that these last ones would likely have the hardest time showing reverence. She contemplated in her mind what to do. She could simply do as the others did, earn 2 points, and leave the others to their fate. She had no qualms with it. She was a mercenary after all. Why would she care?

"Presenting, Tyra, the big tittied pirate with the fat ass!"

Instead of feeling degraded, Tyra got a bit of a kick out of her presentation. She had to take joy in whatever she could. She approached Malgor and got on her knee completely formally.

"I give my reverence to lord Malgor," she said flatly.

She took his hand and kissed his ring without complaint. But as she held the hand, she could almost feel the fear and anger of the ones behind her. Her heart started to beat fast and she couldn't ignore it anymore. She cursed herself for the stupid thing she was about to do.

Tyra showed reverence to the master. +2 VP

"My lord, might I have the honor of a dance?" Tyra asked.

The girls looked at her with confusion. Even Malgor was caught off guard. In all of his calculations he hadn't expected that. Tyra stood up, still holding his hand. Tyra knew that dances were custom at balls, given that she constantly made fun of the way the other girls danced at all the royal balls they went to, so she hoped that this would go over well with the game masters. If there was anything she could do to delay Lila going before him, she could do it. She had gone through enough today.

"It would be my greatest honor as your humble harem member if I could pleasure you with a dance," she said.

Suddenly, music could be heard ringing through the halls. Lila, Angelica, and Daelana looked around and saw more Helga clones with various instruments emerge from the side doors, playing in sync. Malgor was also confused at this. He felt sightly undermined as Helga was basically encouraging him to accept. However, he would be lying to himself if he said he was not intrigued by her request. He looked at her, keeping a suspicious glare fixed on her eyes.

"Very well," he said.

Tyra's dance was accepted by the master. +3 VP.

Tyra lead him to the center of the hall. Lila, Angelica, and Daelana subtly backed away behind a table, hoping he would forget about them. Tyra gave them a glance, glad that they weren't being noticed. She didn't know how long this delay would hold so she would have to choose her words carefully. Malgor put a hand around her waist and held her other hand with his other. The Helga clones armed with violins and other instruments found their places and played louder. The two of them began stepping rhythmically in circles, both unsure of the intricacies of ballroom dances. Tyra didn't care much for how ridiculous she thought she looked, as she now had time to talk.

"My lord, I would speak plainly if you would allow it," said Tyra.

Malgor looked at her, wondering what her goal was.

"You may," he said.

"I'll be frank, I have no intentions of losing this competition, something I believe is wildly in your favor," she said, "I do not plan to try to escape or curse you out of spite. I have every intention of playing along."

"As I would expect of you," said Malgor, "A pirate looks after herself and only herself, correct?"

Tyra paused for a moment, his words cutting deeper than she was hoping they would.

"I believe that most of the girls are in agreement," said Tyra, "We would rather make the best of this situation than needlessly destroy ourselves. I believe that will be best for you as well, as you shall gain loyal servants in the process."

He noticed her slight pause at his mention of her selfishness. If the statement were true, she wouldn't have reacted at all. She was, of course, unaware that he had been watching their every move and conversation. He knew she understood that not everyone would make it through. She was smart enough for that. However, the mercenary he had assumed she was would've had no issues with this. She would push the others aside to save herself without a second thought. He was managing to reassess her. He assumed that she must've been protecting someone, that she cared more than she let on.

"All are in agreement?" asked Malgor, "The headstrong Angelica too has accepted her place?"

Tyra silently groaned to herself as she looked at Angelica. It would be impossible to say that Angelica was accepting of any of this. She didn't want to outright lie to Malgor as that might have had consequences. Besides, Angelica's stubbornness was her own fault. If she wouldn't help herself, she shouldn't have had to defend her. All she really needed was to defend Lila anyways.

"I said most, didn't I?" said Tyra, "I would not be surprised if Angelica ended up losing, or Daelana either seeing her current state. I understand this is a competition and there will be losers. I don't care about that. I just want to make it clear that me and others are willing to serve you. Don't forget that."

Malgor smiled. Tyra had given away her ploy. She willingly discarded the safety of both Angelica and Daelana, the only ones behind her in the line. That meant the only one she could be hoping to protect with this seemingly out of place act was Lila. That was her weakness. He had seen her kindness to Lila through the crystal ball but now he believed it went deeper than even he had realized. But beyond that, he considered her words. Perhaps it would work out to let her show her devotion, prove herself a good and loyal wife. The fear of losing was surely a motivating factor. But then he thought back to Athalia's betrayal. She had acted as a loyal companion to him for so long, but an act was all it was. Would this also be nothing but an act? Reminiscing on bad memories brought him back to his defeat. He remembered Tyra standing above him along with every other girl in this room. He remembered the rage he felt, the longing for payback. He remembered why he was brought here: ****. He let go of Tyra, pushing her back slightly. Tyra was surprised at the sudden end of the dance. So were the Helga clones as they all awkwardly stopped their music on an off key.

"Thank you for the words," said Malgor, "I'll consider them if I wish."

He walked back to his throne. Tyra realized in that moment that she messed up somehow. She almost walked after him but then recalled the consequences she had been trying to avoid. Trying to pursue him with more words was a risk she couldn't take. She simply slunk off to the side as Malgor stood before his throne again and turned to the three girls that had yet to pay respects.

"The rest of you, come here!" said Malgor.

Lila shivered. She looked to Angelica who gave her as much confidence as she could convey at the moment. Lila was terrified, but didn't want to be left alone in line with Daelana as Angelica went up, so she reluctantly walked at the head of the line. They returned to their place on the carpet before Malgor. Lila squeamishly trotted up to Malgor. She dropped to a knee and struggled to speak.

"M-M-Malgor... lord Malgor! Sorry! I... I pledge my... I... I show... reverance to you lord Malgor!" she said.

Malgor looked down at her, letting silence fill the air again. Lila shook much like Christina did, wishing Malgor would at least do something rather than stand there staring at her. Finally, he slowly moved his hand and waved his ring before her face. Lila breathed a quick sigh of relief, thinking she had gotten through her declaration without messing up. She pursed her lips and slowly moved towards the ring for a kiss. But before her lips reached it, Malgor suddenly grabbed her chin, lifted her up, and kissed her viciously on the mouth.

Lila's eyes opened wide and all the girls were shocked. Tyra leaned forwards from where she was standing, a look of horror on her face. She saw Malgor look directly at her as he kissed the helpless Lila. Tyra's fist shook with anger. She knew he had read her like a book and now wanted to hurt her. She was furious, but could not move from where she was standing. Even in her fury, her calculating mind still worked and she knew how stupid it would be to run headstrong at him with rage in that moment. She could do nothing but watch as Malgor did as he pleased with Lila.

"M-my lord!" Lila muffled through the kiss.

"The good Tyra said you would be willing to do as I please," said Malgor, "This is as I please."

Malgor couldn't help but savor the feeling of helplessness from the little Lila as he continued to kiss her. To rub salt in the wound, he reached down and grabbed her ass clear for all to see, especially Tyra who continued to fume. Lila squirmed in his grasp, feeling her groped butt too well. Without being able to escape but without being directly hurt, only being **** to feel pleasurable sensations, she felt odd. Humiliated beyond a doubt as she had become Malgor's plaything, but the feeling wasn't all bad. Like the erotic novels she had found in her room, this felt like a forbidden feeling. She was overwhelmed and didn't know what to think.

Christina covered her mouth, appalled. Athalia smiled at the chaos of it all. All of this went on until a crash was heard throughout the hall. The sound of china shattering. A plate had been hurled at Malgor's head, broke upon impact, and had fallen to pieces at his feet. It didn't hurt him even slightly, so all he felt was a silent rage. He stopped his kiss and turned to the source: Angelica angrily staring at him with her arm in the motion of having thrown the plate from a table at him. The other girls and even the Helga clones all turned to her in surprise. Tyra was especially shocked. The thing she wanted to do but kept herself from had been done without care by Angelica.

Angelica attacked the master. -10 VP.

"Leave her alone, monster!" yelled Angelica.

Angelica insulted the master. -3 VP.

"No, you stupid fool!" Tyra whispered under her breath.

Malgor let go of Lila, letting her fall to the ground. He approached Angelica menacingly.

"You still don't understand just how dire your situation is, do you?" said Malgor.

"I don't care!" she yelled defiantly.

She immediately turned and grabbed another plate off the table, ready to throw it too at Malgor.

"No!" yelled Christina, running towards her in a panic.

But as Angelica reeled her arm back to throw it, it was caught and held in place. She looked back and, to her surprise, saw Daelana grabbing the arm. She didn't make eye contact as she did it, simply looking sadly at the ground.

"Daelana!" yelled Angelica, "Let go of me!"

Daelan said nothing. She only had a dejected look upon her, one that she didn't even turn to face Angelica with as she kept her from ruining herself. Angelica struggled, but couldn't escape Daelana's iron grip. Everyone watched in awe as the situation unfurled, including Malgor. But soon he had enough of the show and went up to Angelica, smacking the plate from her hand and letting it shatter on the ground elsewhere. Daelana finally let go and Angelica held her hand from the pain, looking up at the dark lord with sorrow and anger welling within her.

"Stupid girl," said Malgor, "Still think you're the hero of this story?"

"I am the hero!" yelled Angelica, "I am the chosen one! I am the one who was fated to bring down the dark lord! I was supposed to beat you! I won't bow to you! I can't!"

Angelica stared up at Malgor defiantly. As amusing as it was, Malgor was starting to grow tired of her refusal to accept reality. He walked up and slapped her so hard across the face that she fell to the floor. Daelana backed up in fear, getting far away from them.

"Go on then," said Malgor, "Fight me. Bring your battle back! What will it do? You have no weapons, no powers, no fate to back you up now! You know what will happen if you strike me again? I shall feel something akin to a fly landing on my armor, and you shall fall in points. Oh how you shall fall! Is that what you want? To spend the rest of your days feeling your body dance like a puppet to my every whim while you remain locked within it, isolated in damnation as you serve me for eternity? Your own mouth unable to scream at the horrors you will feel at my hand! And all this for a strike I won't even feel. If that is what you want, go ahead! You'll never get a better shot in your life!"

Angelica sat weeping on the floor. The others looked on in complete silence. Angelica looked up at Malgor, proclaiming everything she knew to be true but wanted to push aside in favor of the passions of her own heart, the thing she had always followed. The thing that had always led her to a happy ending, no matter what. But there was no happy ending in sight now. Only the reality of where she was. Malgor leaned forward and presented his ring. Angelica slowly crawled to her knees and looked at the ring, contemplating the degrading act she was about to do. At least she was keeping Lila safe. Perhaps this was still something a hero would do. Perhaps this was not done completely out of fear. Pushing back all feelings of disgust that stirred inside her, she leaned forward and placed her lips on his ring, kissing it.

"I... I show my reverence to you..." she said dejectedly.

Angelica showed reverence to he master. +2VP

"Good," said Malgor, "Now rise."

Angelica wiped a tear from her eye as she pulled herself to her feet, looking away from Malgor. She couldn't believe she was actually listening to him, but she had ****. It was true that doing this was better than whatever cruel fate awaited her if she lost this game. She kept telling herself this over and over again. But Malgor was still unsatisfied. Thinking back once again to his defeat and how Angelica gloated over him, declaring her victory, he only felt more mad that now she would refuse to accept his dominance. He wanted to teach her a lesson.

"Now take off your clothes," said Malgor.

Angelica's eyes shot open as she looked back to Malgor, appalled at his words.

"What?" said Angelica, "No, you can't mean..."

"Did I stutter?" said Malgor, "That isn't rhetorical! Did you notice a stutter in my voice, Angelica?"

"N-no," said Angelica.

"Then my orders were clear," said Malgor, "Are you so stupid that you have already forgotten what will happen if you refuse? Strip naked, now!"

Angelica looked around her at her friends. Though all of them were her battle sisters and worked with her at every turn, not one stood up for her now. They all collectively shrunk back in silence, far too terrified to invoke Malgor's wrath as she did. Only Athalia was different, but only because she seemed to be taking joy in her suffering. Angelica looked backwards. Above her there was a display of the scores.

Angelica: 6VP

Christina: 30VP

Daelana: 10VP

Tyra: 29VP

Lila: 20VP

Athalia: 14VP

In a single moment she had dropped to the lowest rank. Another wrong move and she'd be below zero, right where everything Malgor had warned her about would come to pass. She knew she couldn't let that happen no matter what. She had ****, she continued to repeat to herself. She winced as she undid the buttons on her blouse. After untying some strings on her corset, she let her dress drop to the ground, leaving her in only her panties as her dress didn't allow for a bra. Her boobs bounced loose for all to see before she quickly grabbed and covered them. She looked up at Malgor, hopeful that he would let her stay like that. But a single look of disapproval let her know it wouldn't be enough. Of course he wanted her thoroughly humiliated. She closed her eyes and braced her heart as she reached down to her panties and slid them down her legs, unveiling her shaved pussy. Once she was naked, she placed her hands over her private parts and looked up at Malgor, anger still in her eyes, fighting against her inability to disobey. Malgor smiled and all of the Helga clones started laughing at her in unison. She looked around, scorning the host. She only wanted to add to her humiliation. Malgor went up to Angelica, grabbed her butt from behind, and turned to face everyone else.

"All of you remember that you must follow my orders!" said Malgor, "My orders may be benevolent, or they may be cruel! It is up to you to decide which one they shall be! Angelica will remain naked for the whole ball! Anyone who tries to assist her in any way will receive similar wrath from me!"

He groped her butt roughly as Angelica bit her lip and closed her eyes, trying to ignore how degraded she felt exposed to everyone and having her greatest foe touch such an intimate part of her. The other girls exchanged glances as the message was clearly conveyed. Christina looked to Tyra for confidence, as did Lila. She met their glances with a worried nod, assuring them that listening to what he said would be best. As much as Athalia enjoyed seeing Angelica brought low, she was still shaken by Malgor's words to them. Such a thing could happen to her too. She wouldn't be able to bear her reputation being desecrated in such a way. Finally, Malgor gave Angelica a smack on the ass that sent her stumbling forward. She covered herself and closed her legs as she looked around at her friends, all seeing her at her lowest.

Malgor also looked around. There was still one more girl that hadn't paid tribute to him, but Daelana was nowhere to be found. She must have slipped out in all the chaos. He turned to one of the Helga servants.

"Where is Daelana?" he said, "I have yet to claim her reverence."

"I saw her sneak off to the bathroom, my lord," said Helga, "Poor girl couldn't handle the pressure. You'd think she'd be able to handle more, given she's a dark knight and all."

Malgor nodded and walked off in the direction Helga gestured towards, exiting the hall through a small side door. The girls, finally having some space dispersed throughout the room, hoping to maybe get something to eat. Angelica looked around desperately as they all deliberately ignored her plight out of fear. She almost called for Christina but she was similarly unresponsive, quickly walking away from her. She looked down at her bare body and knew she was already isolated. Already alone.