Switch back to the Empress.

The waltz was reaching its climax and so was everyone else. You exchanged your partner with another gentleman and she quickly found her quick breath of spunk-fumed air was quickly stopped by another rigid cock being jammed into her upside down throat. You find yourself once again with the disheveled and slack mouthed Empress Celene and you eagerly shove your cock into her well-abused mouth-hole. The once beautiful and sparkling regent; full of elegance and otherworldly grace was now a piece of proper fuck-meat. Her tired legs were now properly splayed open compared to the first time she had turned upside-down for you. She gagged a little less and her entire body was little more slack. A fine stream of pussy-moisture dripped down her dress and belly like a leaky faucet. Her mask was tilted to a side; her slick hair heavily disheveled and her eye make-up was running downwards past her forehead in a streak of black. Her lipstick was also smeared by what would be now an uncountable number of throat fucks as she had been passed around quite a bit. Being upside-down the longest, her face was a beet red as well, smeared in clear liquids.

All the same, you took a hold of the back of her head and listened to the noble Empress quack loudly as you slammed her up and down your nasty shaft. From the corner of your eye, you could see Yvette being treated much the same, strands of her dark hair pouring out of her head-dress as she was throat fucked by another masked stranger.

The music was about to end so you put the Empress down and pointed your cock at her tired face while she knelt, too exhausted to do anything else.

"And so we end the dance with a bukkake for the Empress", you announce as if it were some custom for this bullshit dance that everyone pretended that they knew about.

"Ah yes, quite right! For the Empress!"

"Ahem... customary of this dance! Of course!"

"Well, everybody knows that".

These were pretty much the replies you expected from these noblemen as they gather around her with you. You smirk at them, at their obvious attempt to be "in the cool crowd".

"All hail, Empress Celene", they announce in unison, as they begin splattering her slack-jawed beauteous masked face with arcs and globs of hot man-seed. Your own impressive spray seems to overshadow all of them as you personally cover a good half of her noble features. All the Empress could do at this point was close her eyes as her own subjects used her royal head as as jerk-off material, basking her in all their nut milk.

Everyone claps their hands as the dance finishes.

You take a vial and scoop up some cum from the Empress's face... now you could complete the ritual you first set out to do.