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Okawa is already atop her giant bird. Its feathers are pure white, and has a stocky body with a deep, large, orange beak. Next boards Bulrak, followed by Lord Barkis, though it looks like there's hardly more room after that. The creature may be huge, but this is no dragon. It's a pelican, though you've never seen one even close to this size before. The only remaining man hoping to climb on top is Rada Beela, and he stares up the beak of the mighty beast to the kitsune glaring back down.

"Ah. Is there more room? You said there was, so..." Rada speaks, but trails off.

"Of course there is," replies Okawa. She points down, and when she does, the pelican opens its massive maw. The beak pulls agape like a basket. "Climb inside and let us depart. There's much to be done. Celebrations are over."

He sighs after realizing the implication. Carefully, he steps inside the pelican's mouth, and turns to face the party from within. "Goodbye for now, daughter," he says.

Eva, who isn't far away, looks back. "... Bye, dad. Fly safe."

"Like I said before, we'll do breakfast sometime. Oh, and don't celebrate too hard! You don't want to overdo it, and end up drinking and eating far too much, just like your mother would. And Kyle, please keep an eye on her."

You wave a hand. "I'll keep both."

The pelican's wings cast a powerful gust over the area as it rises up into the air--Okawa at the head, with Bulrak and Drev Barkis behind her, and of course in bird's mouth sits Rada. While it soars away rather quicky, you can see it for some time still, way off in the sky. You cast a gaze around as this happens, and it seems not all of the Circle has departed. It seems there's more cheer to be had, even if some have chosen not to stay. There are a few people missing, however, at least from a cursory glance. Tom and Vodrani aren't present, though that's no surprise. You don't see Fang, however, or Lynx. Delphi is missing too. Otherwise, you're surrounded by all of Castle Phoenix including Lady Sulta, Candy, Yaera Tedrilui, Mina, and Rose, and hardly another moment passes before they once again break into cheer and laughter.

Bek wanders over, clad in a red plaid sweater with his hands in the pockets of bulky dark trousers. A toothy grin is drawn across his face. As always, his beard is braided, bringing with him that stark contrast between taking good care of his appearance and how reckless he acts. Speaking of the latter, it's strange to see him without his weapon, but that's the way of how the party has been. The point of war is to achieve peace after all, even if you know it won't last long with the fighters amongst you.

He raises his stocky hand, though not to grab yours. He clenches it into a fist, and roughly smacks it against yours. "I've sworn to not regret decisions I make, and I've definitely not regretted my choice to follow you for a second. Ever since we met at that party, I knew you were a fun guy to be around, but at the time I never thought I'd get the chance to fight dragons, hulking golems, and golem dragons. Ah, this has been so much fun! I look forward to our next adventure."

"Maybe for now, just take a break and relax. Find a seat, drink some mead, and sleep."

"Bah!" He waves his hand. "True, I guess. That does sound nice. But then I'm going straight back to training. That was definitely a final boss, or so to speak, and I feel as if I could have done far more to help. When I see Niki out there, tearing shit apart with her bare hands, and taking powerful spells to the face... Eva too. I may not be a magic-type, but she's willing to jump at the strongest man she's faced and bite him on the damn head. Even that elfy Amara is the bravest cleric I've seen. All of them, really. You've assembled an unstoppable team."

"Uncontrollable too."

He snickers. "You say that, and there's truth to that, but you must realize by now that when it counts, they'll follow you into the abyss and back."

You look around further. It isn't just the aforementioned people missing, and you realize none of the succubi of Mistress Dajy's harem are present. Linzeri is, and Dajy herself, but none of the rest.

"Shout if you need me," Bek says, casting a wave as he walks away towards a table of snacks nearby.

You turn to nearly run straight into Lady Sulta.

Your breath is nearly taken away at the surprise of such a gorgeous woman standing directly beside you. Her ruby gaze, decorated by thick bold lashes, stares into your eyes. Her wavy black hair, adorned with a gold circlet, rolls delicately down the sides of her face--skin dark, so soft and smooth. Her lips are painted a dark, striking shade of crimson. Upon her fingers and wrists are rings of polished gold, which contrasts perfectly with her otherwise dark attire. The dress she wears is completely open down the front, aside from around her waist where it's tied by a belt to match her jewellery. Beneath that, bottoms that are nothing more than part of a bikini adorned with tiny gemstones, and lovely sandals on her feet. This buxom beauty certainly has one of the most distracting appearances, especially due to how much of her body is exposed down her perfect figure, especially her breasts. You have no idea how they stay covered at all. Perhaps it's magic weaved into the fabric of the robe.

The only thing missing is her scent. There's something off. Perhaps it's all the good and drink and the many people around, but your hair stands on end as she smiles. One of her hands caresses down her neck, and over the edge of her dress as if to draw your eyes, and suggest how easy it would be for her to simply peel the garment away, and immediately expose what would make a weaker man fall to his knees.

"Kyle," she whispers. "You're far too composed for a celebration of his caliber. Let loose. Have fun. You've earned it. Maybe there's even something you'd like from me?"

You feel your cock twitch. After everything, you could do with some rest and relaxation, one way or another. Lady Sulta's presence is enough to excise your body, especially when her attention never once leaves your eyes. "What are you offering?" you whisper back.

"Something delicious to eat," she says, though so quietly that you'd hardly have known the words if you weren't watching her lips.

"I--"

"Surprise!" In an instant, Lady Sulta vanishes into a blur, and behind her jumps in Candy Cane. As always, she's dressed in her colourful, clownish attire, and she squeezes the red nose centered in her face twice. "Honk honk! Gotcha. You really thought that was her, didn't you? Ah, look at the reaction on your Face. And in your pants. Hehe."

"I had a feeling something was up," you reply with a smirk.

"Why~? Did you think it was too good to be true? That she'd never act that way?"

"... Oh. That won't due," comes a soothing voice right behind you.

Once again you turn, and once again you're met with Lady Sulta--the real one this time. There's hardly a difference, though this time, you feel the warmth of her body, and a mixture of citrus and cinnamon wafts over your nose.

She continues. "I can't have you thinking I wouldn't do such a thing. In fact, I would, and I am." This time, she takes it one step further than her illusory doppelganger. She touches a finger to your chest, and delicately drags it downward. "That Candy is a tricky one. You better watch her closely."

Candy peeks in between your intimate moment, honking her nose just once. "That's right. You better watch me, or I might get envious."

Your eyes turn to the slow approach of Mistress Dajy. As always, she draws the attention of anyone nearby, and her visage is even more imposing now that she once again has both her horns--the previously broken one attached by a band of metal. Her dress leaves little to the imagination, though just enough to tease. Her supernaturally round, perky, hefty breasts are barely covered by the deep collar, and the cut up the side reaches so far to her thigh that you can occasionally see that she wears nothing beneath.

Her voice alone could make one melt. "I'd like to borrow Kyle if I may, even if it seems you've hardly finished with him."