Yes. You all dance perfectly to the harp!

Mistress Jade gives the four of you a warning glance. You had better not embarrass her!

Out of the corner of your eye you see a young woman in a low cut priestess acolyte robe seat herself behind a harp. All of you move immediately as the strumming begins. Your motions are graceful and pure. You extend your arms forward and Areli and you grunt with unseen effort of supporting you large swinging breasts with your impossibly high heels.

Your initiate class have drilled for days in several dance styles and choreographies. The four of you glide around executing the opening sequence in perfect unison. Leaping into the air with legs split before returning to the ground with only the daintiest click sound of your heels. You grunt as your massive tits crash down against your before bouncing back to their perfectly pert position projecting far from your chest. You remain upright, forcing an easy smile masking your discomfort and continue to dance.

A tribal drum beat rises joining the sound of the harp echoing around the large throne room. All four of you increase your pace following the carefully crafted choreography learned over many painful hours under your Mistress. Master nods approvingly at his Queen. You recognize relief on Mistress Jade's face. It seems she will be avoiding punishment as well!

Master's harem watches your suggestive motions entranced. Many grow flushed and begin to finger themselves under the tables. One woman in a black low cut ball gown with glasses sitting at Master's table catches his gaze. She licks her full red lips suggestively before disappearing beneath the table cloth. Master grunts as her unseen lips wrap around his hidden cock. You can make out the backs of the woman's heels projecting from beneath the table cloth in front of Master.

The drumming pace increases and the four of you break out into improvised solos. Coraline's effort is stiff but passable. She was always awkward but your Mistress had trained her in some simple suggestive dance moves that even she couldn't mess up. Next, Tess' solo demonstrates her athleticism by shifting her body from one impossible contortion into the next. Master grunts either in approval or from the work of the woman's mouth around his cock. Areli gives you a nervous look before starting her solo. Despite her toplessness it is somehow a magnetic cocktail of innocence and alluringness.

As the best dancer, your solo has been saved for the last. With a lifetime of anticipation, you swallow the butterflies back down into your stomach and begin to expertly move your body to the music. Your hips sway and you accentuate the lines of your body with extended motions. You extend a leg high into the air and perfectly spin in your heels eliciting claps of approval from the crowd. You slide and arch across the ground arching your new breasts high for Master's view and pull at the little g-string barely containing your sex. You end with several flourishing jumps, masking the pain of your large breasts bouncing awkwardly from your little frame. Several of Master's wives hoot and whistle excitedly at your display causing your pale cheeks to blush.

The music ends with the four of you joining in a choreographed pose together at the center of the dance floor. The applause from Master's Harem is thunderous around the throne room. Even the Queen nods her head in approval. Master moans out in a giant orgasm into the girl's mouth beneath the table. His arms bulge with effort as he forces the woman's throat down the complete length of his 12 inch manhood. You can see her heels poking out from beneath the table cloth. The shake as she is **** to endure the full load of his orgasm.

The four of you remain in the pose, panting from the effort, and basking in the praise of Master's harem. The woman is pulled from beneath the table having successfully pleased her Master with her mouth. Her stomach is so bloated with his seed, that is has split the fabric of her dress. You shudder at the pressure she must have endured at his completion. She is carried out of the room, likely to the medical wing to recover.

"TIME FOR GAMES!" Master laughs turning to you.

Areli, Tess, Coraline, and you kneel before the Harem feeling the eyes of hundreds scanning your naked bodies. Your breath catches in our throat as you await you fate. Thrilling butterflies dance within your little stomach. You treasure the unfamiliar weight of the collar around your throat.

I will win.

The priestess rises to announce the game.