Into his tent...

His tent seems to be even larger on the inside than what it appears from the outside. The floor is covered in soft furs, and the walls are made of thick, oiled canvas. There are various eldritch and magical components and books on a collapsible desk, and gear is leaning on the furniture. The smell is earthy and natural, this tent has certainly been broken in, and you find yourself surprised that Illag has so many creature comforts in his traveling tent.

You are unceremoniously tossed onto the bed, and you flop onto it in a very un-elven like thud. You all share a laugh at the irony of the situation, which helps to loosen the knot in your stomach about the events that will occur. You realize you are among good friends, so you can afford to let go a bit, and even more than just a bit. You relax and begin to let the events flow as they will.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a drink to commemorate this coming together, now would you Illag?” You ask coyly

“But of course, I have an excellent spirit for most occasions, including this one! Some mead tonight should soothe the nerves, and provide lubricant of the social kind. It is also laced with a mild aphrodisiac, so it will provide additional lubrication to our sexual tensions and inhibitions. If you want lubricants for physical frictions, I’ve got some of those too.” He says with a grin and a chuckle.

The party sits on one of the comfortable fur rugs and you begin to drink and converse with your party, sharing stories and experiences with your party. You begin to socialize with them and get much more comfortable with them. You realize that the arrangement could be beneficial to you as well, as you have been going through a bit of a dry spell. As you become more **** and horny from the drink, the conversations begin to take a turn for the lewd.

You all pass the drink around, suggesting bawdy ideas to try with each other, most of them involving you. You feel more at ease, and you feel your skin getting warmer, the inherent temperature of the tent is much higher than the outside chill of the night. This must be an enchanted tent.

They finally decide to make their move on you, with Illag setting the drink aside and standing up in front of your sitting form.

“So commander, are you ready to begin?” He asks as a genuine question

You figure that since you are among trusted friends, you can definitely begin to let go and enjoy yourself. You nod and affirm that you are ready to take on your secondary role in the party, the party slut.