End the dance and go to sleep.

The dances finally dwindle down into exhausted bodies everywhere. The empress lay there, covered in copious spunk from her bukkake, a tired and shocked look in her eyes. She had quickly gone from belle of the ball to a ruinous whorish mess who was laying there in a cum puddle. Yvette was curled in a corner, exhausted from her many face fucks. The queen's handmaidens were in another corner fluffing and cleaning cocks with their mouths. Briala seemed the most level headed as she called guards to carry the Empress away back to her room and she dutifully followed her, fanning her to give the spunk-masked Celene Valmont some air, (heavy with man-spunk fumes as it was).

You headed back to your own room and immediately fall asleep...

...

The next morning, Celene Valmont, wearing a stunning shoulderless silvery dress was there to see you and your caravan off.

"Inquisitor, you dance wonderfully. Thank you for coming", she says.

"It was my pleasure to be 'coming' your majesty", you reply.

You expose your cock to the three masked handmaidens and the three of them eagerly give it a proper goodbye kiss on it's head. You turn to the spymaster Briala and the elf dutifully kisses your cock-head as well, as if it were customary for her. Finally, the once mighty Celene Valmont the First gives your cock as kiss as well... instead however, you give her throat one last entrance as you shove your meat into her mouth and give it a few pumps. She chokes audibly but not as much as the last night... seems she had somewhat gotten used to it. You pull out, letting your now wet cock lurch out of the Empress's mouth and she lets out a smile as if she was still a proper lady.

With that, you enter your caravan; sit on the throne and leave.