Go with Mistress Dajy.

The powerful high succubus throws up her arms, and her full wingspan becomes alarmingly apparent. When she speaks now, all can hear her. It carries across the festivities, bringing the attention of everybody at Castle Phoenix. "As the day makes its way towards night, and autumn air cools further, we must make our way inside. The party is far from over, so worry not. Come with me now. If you don't, I'll have **** but to punish you." With a coy smile, she turns her hips and steps her heels towards the gate leading into the castle.

You follow behind, and then one by one, everybody else joins as well. It was a compelling argument. It is becoming cold, and the promise of a party within the Great Hall is too much to miss. The only one who doesn't come is Bek, who seems to have completely passed out on a seat far closer to the debris of the broken wall--most of which has been tidied up at least by the magic of Bulrak. Him and the those who were already missing. In fact, that makes you even more concerned, as now their absence is more obvious.

Your worries are sated rather quickly. As soon as you step foot into the Great Hall, you see those who weren't outside. Well, besides Tom and Vodrani. It seems the others were busy! The interior has been decorated by streamers along the walls, with ribbons of all different colours. It isn't a dinner, however, which makes sense given Summer was outside, and everybody was already eating. In fact, the tables have been pushed to the sides. Leading up to your throne is now a series of carefully laid out beds, blankets, and pillows of the softest, smoothest material. Perhaps they've come from the rooms of others, or they've been purchased over time and hidden, but the truth is likely a mixture of both. Under the dim light by magic candles above, it's truly both an uplifting and romantic image. Incense is burning down on the stone to the right of the throne, filling the air with a soothing scent of sandalwood.

Various garments have been neatly folded atop said tables along the walls, as well as other, smaller things you can't yet make out, besides some candles not far away. Those already present include: Fang, Lynx, Raleza, Brizi, and Delphi. The former is vibrating with excitement. Her feline smile beams with delight as she dances between the pillows.

"We should keep it like this all the time!" Fang shouts before diving into a large mattress, covered by a silken sheet. She sinks into the softness. She's wearing no more than what appears like pajamas, with a pale pink button-up shirt that's far too big for her, though that only allows it to serve as a dress, albeit barely. When she lands, her purple panties are rather visible from up slender legs. While she may have a petite physique, her rear end is quite pronounced, especially as it pokes up into the air while her face squishes down against the bed beath her. "So comfy," she mutters, though it's hardly audible.

You feel something hard nudge against your arm. When you look, you see a remote control. Eva is standing there, and it seems she wants you to take it. She's still wearing what she was before--the invention by Mina, of a tight shoulderless dress like a curtain of muted crimson strips fully controllable by the remote in question. You take hold of it and look her over, and you can't help but linger your gaze for far too long. You know she likes it, and you like it as well. There's no reason not to indulge. With how much the dress squeezes her busty physique, you begin to fantasize as your trousers grow tighter, but a moment after, you meet her gaze with your own.

Her face is flushed. Self-consciously, he lays a hand over her ample cleavage. "It's yours," she whispers.

"How'd you get it back?" you ask.

"She said I could have it," she replies. "As long as I gave it to you."

"Ah. So that's why--

"But I want you to have it." She brushes a hand through her pale lavender hair, and glances away bashfully.

You look down her backside. "She didn't think to give it a hole for your tail." You then hold the remote up. "Maybe I could give it some room."

Immediately, she grabs the bottom of the dress and flushes brighter. "N-Not so fast!"

Niki laughs as she approaches, still garbed in nothing more than tight, thin brown short shorts and a simple strap of fabric around her heavy bust. Her bare feet slap against the stone floor once she leaves the sea of pillows and cushions, but you can't imagine even the hardest material could bother her powerful body. "Cozy in here, huh?" she says. "Now it's almost too warm." She tugs on the fabric around her tits, peeling it slightly against her smooth skin as a bead of sweat rolls down between her cleavage. "But there isn't really more to take off."

Amara, as she was outside, is wearing the pale green dress given to her by her mother. She's like a walking flower, or perhaps a forest of leaves, or maybe a night sky of twinkling stars. Her heels tap against the floor as she approaches, while she lays a conscious hand upon the choker that binds her neck. It seems her thoughts are elsewhere, as she doesn't look at you as she comes, though that changes the moment she stops. Her soft gaze looks up, and she smiles so sweetly. "In this light, in this room, my heart flutters, Kyle," she whispers.

"Woah!" Niki shouts. "Now that's some bold poetry."

"How's that poetry?" Eva asks. "A-Anyway, I agree. There's something about tonight. It's made me think a lot about all we've been through."

"I know what you mean," Niki responds. "And it makes me crave one of those muffins again."

Both Nyllia and Snow approach slowly, as not to interrupt--the former in her pale blue jeans and crop top blouse, though now without her shoes, and the latter still garbed in what's effectively bikini bottoms and a sports bra.

You look to Snow first, who has one again tugged the ninja's mask up to cover the bottom half of her face. "As cute as you look wearing that over your mouth, I wonder who you're hiding from in a room of friends."

Realizing you're speaking with her, Snow perks her ears up and blushes slightly. "Cute, ah--" She slips a finger through the fabric and tugs it back down around her neck. "Habit, nothing more."

Nyllia giggles. "Such tension in the air, whether you can feel it or not. People are so happy and relaxed, yet waiting for something to happen. I think that Mistress Dajy would be rather disappointed if she were needed to **** our hands, so perhaps it falls to the mighty templar, Lady Nyllia Tesgella, to be proactive."

"What's she talking about?" Eva whispers to you.

"Oh! I should say, great work," Niki says. "All of this stuff. I didn't even know. Who did this again? Fang? The succubi?"

Snow nods. "I believe it was Lynx as well, and Delphi. Dajy knew, so I believe she was more the brains behind it."

As they speak, Nyllia steps her way past them and stops so close to you that her toes nearly are touching yours. Standing at nearly the exact same height as yourself, she remains silent for a lone moment as she stares you in the eyes. You can feel her presence--one of heroism, of experience, but also of wanting. Her strong yet gentle hand reaches up to touch upon your cheek, and with one swift movement, she presses her tender lips against your own. Warmth spreads through your body as the two of you embrace. You place a hand to her lower back and nudge her closer, and feel your fingers back through her long, pink hair. Those nearby watch in surprise, yet the kiss continues. The passion grows, and contrary to the cold autumn breeze outside, the air in here suddenly feels like a summer afternoon. As you pull away, you watch as her fluttering eyes pull open. Pink glows across her face. Both your hands slip down, eventually to take hold of her hips, and there they remain.

"Wh-What was that about?" Eva blurts out first.

"I see." Amara smirks with a hand to her lips. There's a hunger in her eyes--one that isn't so visible often.

Niki looks around for a moment. Then, she reaches down to grab hold of her breast strap from beneath. She pulls it up and over her breasts, and as they pop out, their full size is revealed, as well as her beautiful markings from the Rite of the Sun. She discards the garment, not caring where it goes. Despite being bold enough not to cover up, her face is slowly bushing an even more radiant shade of crimson by the moment.

Eva reaches up towards her breasts out of some sort of strange instinct to cover up, even if they aren't her own. "Niki, your--!"

"It's a party, isn't it?" Niki asks. "And I think basically everyone here has seen everyone else naked. We bathe together too. Not to mention... the other stuff we've done."

"And we are all girls here, yes?" Amara says, knowing full well the nonsense of such a statement. Her eyes then flicker to you. "Except for one."

Suddenly from farther in the room comes Fang's voice. Her eyes are wide, and she's staring directly at Niki's titties, as if a radar within her had gone off the instant they came out. "Ah! Yes! Let's party, party, party, all night long!" She leaps to her feet, and tears her top open. Buttons fly everywhere, and a purple bra to match her panties is present beneath.