Welcome the final guests.

The first girl you see is one with golden hair, and a pair of big, beautiful... horns. Malakae Vraelion has arrived, though much to her dismay, she hasn't an article of clothing on her body. She holds a hand between her legs as she walks, with an arm over her bouncy breasts as well. Her face is flushed red, yet she still steps her bare feet down along the cold stone beside the other woman next to her. Within her mind is a strange contradiction. She loves to be the center of attention, especially as a glorious golden dragon, yet in this moment, another part of her mind is begging for people's eyes to shift to the other for now.

Yours do.

Queen Catherine II steps forward with black heals decorated with tiny red roses. Up from there, you take in a pair of long, slender legs, partly covered by thin, translucent black pantyhose. The dress she wears is different than usual. It's still a bold shade of red, though it's cut high on the front, on a diagonal, giving quite the generous view of her legs, while behind it touches the ground almost like a cape. The edges are frilled, and tiny accents contrast the rest by vibrant gold. Gloves reach all the way down to her fingertips, yet rings adorn her fingers overtop. As always, around her neck hangs the pendent of a ruby wolf head--the symbol of Tivera. Her hair is jet back, wavy, and long, and atop her head is a golden crown covered in jewels of every colour.

While she's had this since the day you met, Catherine carries with her an even brighter majesty than ever before. Without words, she says it all: I am once more queen, and this is my empire. While a confident monarch, her strength comes from grace, kindness, and brave leadership, and with this rises a special sort of dominance. It isn't like Mistress Dajy, or even her ancestor Cat, yet the latter's bloodline is more obviously present, especially by the mighty stare forward, unaffected by the erotic display before her.

Her lips are thinly painted red, and her lashes are striking. She continues to cast a gaze over the room. Then, she raises up a gloved hand before the naked body of her companion (and mount). "I was going to call for a seamstress to aid Lady Vraelion, though I suppose if she were to be clothed, then she'd become the the odd one out." With all seriousness suddenly gone from her face, she smiles warmly.

"Catherine!" You look to her with the same expression.

Her eyes flutter down, and then back up. Down again. After a pause, she finally looks you in the eyes once again. "Well hello there, King Warren."

You approach. "Sorry if this isn't the right manner of dress to approach a queen," you jest.

"I think it's the perfect outfit, to be honest."

"You look gorgeous. Did you stop to commission a new dress before coming?"

"Plenty happened in Tolis. But this isn't the time for such a conversation."

The doors, which were only cracked partly, push closed as things continue.

A voice speaks up from the shadows. Leaning against the nearest column is Cat the high vampire. She's naked as well, and absolutely stunning as usual. Not even for a moment does she think to cover herself up. Instead, she eyes the queen up and down, and a smirk slowly draws across her fanged lips. "So the rightful ruler of Tivera returns. I'm sorry to say this feast lacks the proper salad forks and folded napkins."

The queen crosses her arms. "Do you think me so prissy?" Her eyes flash to you. "I believe Kyle knows that not to be true."

"If you're truly my descendent... Well, as we're related by blood, perhaps I shouldn't be the one to demand you undress. Unless of course, such a taboo excites you."

"You keep strange company," says Catherine, mostly in jest. "But I wouldn't have it any other way. And after everything... The invasion. Elok Daven. The powerful automatons that put my people in danger. Well, let's just say that while I don't know how to thank you for your aid, in a matter of moments, I'll seek out every way that I can think up."

The vampire grins. "Thatta girl."

You place a hand upon her beautiful cheek. "I'd hate to undress you from such a lovely, regal outfit."

In return, she cups both her gloved hands to the sides of your face. "Don't lie to me, Kyle," she whispers quietly. "You'd like nothing more."