Greya studied herself in the full length mirror, Eamoly had outdone herself and the green silk dress perfectly matched her eyes. The waist accentuated her lithe form and the bodice lifted and made the most of her breasts, the soft pale flesh showing an impressive cleavage, she turned slowly never imagining she would dver look like this from her early days in the sisterhood.
You were wearing long rich purple robes that you had ordered on first arriving here. They had been altered as since your power grew your physique also reflected the changes, you were no muscle bound barbarian but your posture was true, your shoulders broader and your limbs held a wiry strength that Eamoly's skilled hands perfectly encased.
The carriage ride from your home to the mayors residence was thankfully short, a servant leads you both into the main hall, presented to the mayor Paulus only has eyes for Greya's heaving bosom, his wife looks embarresed by her husbands show but blushes with a smile as you kiss her hand, your touch lingering on her delicate wrist as her lady in waiting winks at you from behind her.
"Your servant my lady" you whisper to the young woman as Greya beguiles and deftly moves around and avoids the Mayors eager hands. The party itself was a grand event, some of tye guest hadbeen to your own home others were new cintacts worth pursuing, Eamoly had earned an invite as her dresses seemed to be the clothing of choice of the most influential women,Kalla was also here a full veil andbeing led by one of the other sisters.
You presence definantly had an affect on Sarana, her furtive glances often led to her blushing when you caught her and she seemed deep in conversation with Vara. A feast led on the a dance , you dance with Greya and many others including Sarana. Vara nods to you as she escorts her 'mistress' for some air, you in turn nod to Greya who sighs before approaching the obese mayor, asking him to dance.
You slip out of the main hall in pursuit of your prey.
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