Creep along the wall

Although it will take longer, the path along the wall is the safer option. Keeping her back against the wall as much as possible, she cautiously takes the long way toward the exit.

As she nears the first corner, Adella is **** to step away from the wall and navigate through a maze of copulating couples. The corner is filled with three women standing with their arms in front of them, braced against the wall. Behind them is a young man who is getting quite the workout by thrusting his cock into each one in turn before starting the sequence again.

A few feet behind that foursome is a couple laying on the floor in a 69 position. Adella can hear their muffled moans escaping from their busy mouths. As she cautiously steps over them, she sees with horror that one of her feet has turned invisible. A glance at her hands shows that they are unaffected, but as she looks, she sees splotches of invisibility form and disappear at multiple places along her arms.

Once past the tangle of revelers in the corner, she returns to the wall. She pauses her journey as she nears another refreshment table. Two men are standing at the table with their backs toward Adella. The light sheen of perspiration on their shoulders indicate that they have recently taken a break from some form of sexual exertion. Each of them holds a goblet from which they are sipping.

“Their Royal Highnesses have outdone themselves once again,” remarks one of the men. “I didn’t think they could surpass Prince Stewart’s birthday celebration, but they must have combed every square inch of the kingdom to procure such lovely wenches for this evening’s entertainment.”

“Indeed,” agrees his companion. “And wherever did they obtain this spiced wine? It has a remarkable flavor and — shall we say — invigorating — quality. Is it laced with Rocktite, perhaps?”

“I am told that it is something altogether better than Rocktite. Not to suggest that I tend to notice such things, but one cannot help but observe that there is not one flaccid penis in this room. My understanding is that one of the princes has a contact with a woman. One hesitates to call her a ‘witch,’ of course. Let’s just say that she is a practitioner of alternative remedies. In fact, I believe that is one of her associates approaching right now to refill our goblets.”

“Well, I can’t say I approve of such people, but one certainly cannot argue with the results. I daresay I am quite ready to make the acquaintance of another fellow reveler. Care to join in?”

The men set their empty goblets on the table and make their way toward the center of the banquet hall. As they depart, a cloaked figure arrives at the table with a large bottle. He pours its contents into the empty goblets and sets the table in order. Adella cannot see much of him because of his cloak and hood. It appears to be a man of smaller than average size. He either stoops quite badly, has a hunchback, or both. It is obvious that he is not a participant in the orgy because he is the only clothed person in the room. The guests show no interest in him. In fact, those who see him appear eager to give him plenty of space and quickly move out of his way.

After tending to the table, the man turns and shuffles awkwardly toward the exit.