Dahlia.

"Lord Sean?" Dahlia asks through the door, "Are you in there? The guests will be leaving soon, and they'd like the host to say goodbye before they leave."

"Just a moment!" you call out, before quietly telling Stella, "Quick, head into the bathroom while I get dressed."

"You want me to hide?" Stella asks dejectedly, "But it's not like we're doing anything wrong. We have the Empress's approval, after all."

"I suppose," you sigh as you start cleaning yourself with Prestidigitation, "Alright, just keep yourself covered, so Dahlia doesn't have to strip."

"Okay," she answers, before pulling a blanket over herself while you get dressed. Felicity, having returned with the towels, began laying them out, though she gets visibly confused at the sight of you getting dressed.

"...Lord Sean?" she asked, staring directly at you, "Why are you-"

"You'll see in a moment, Felicity," you cut her off, before she walks over and begins assisting you.

"Come in!" you call, decent enough. Walking in, Dahlia looks around, mostly unfazed to see Stella, covered only by some visibly stained sheets, while you're still putting the finishing touches on your outfit.

"Ah, I see you two have been getting along," Dahlia teases.

"You're... not confused?" you ask, bewildered.

"Why would I be?" Dahlia cocks her head, "Her Majesty has made it painfully clear she wishes for you to take multiple lovers. If anything I'm simply a bit upset you sneaked out of a party in order to do this."

"Don't be, Lady Dahlia," Nadia states, emerging from the bathroom, "Her Majesty had bade her husband punish Lady Stella for a transgression not named. Milord was simply carrying out his wife's wishes." The three of you - Stella, Felicity, and yourself - look confused as to how the other two women could be so nonchalant about this.

"Oh, is that right?" Dahlia asks, rhetorically, "Well, in that case, I apologize for stating I was upset. Please forgive me." She bows, giving you a solid look at her cleavage, as her long red hair flows forward.

"It's no matter," you dismiss, "I should've told you where I was. Now then, let's not leave the guests hanging for any longer, shall we?"

"Of course, Lord Sean," Dahlia assents. Heading back to the party, you apologize for your absence, some guests giving you a ribbing for it, but when you explain there was a punishment you had to carry out, no one seems to mind. Nadia comes down shortly later, having put her armor back on. Despite saying that the guests were going to be leaving soon, it's nearly an hour before enough guests have left that Dahlia allows you to leave. Though, while you send off each guest individually, or with at most one or two others in a group, you confirm it categorically - there are nearly no men under the age of 50. There's no way something isn't happening. Though, this may just be because Alexandria was so adamant that you take other lovers. It's possible she's just excluded some male guests. Or perhaps they were killed during your wife's uprising, with the elderly being noncombatants, it makes sense they'd still be alive. Or, most likely, it's a mix of both.

"There you are," Stella, still naked, points at you as you head back into your bedroom once again, "Leaving me here, butt naked, with nothing to do."

"You know, you could've head into my study," you point out, Nadia still stripping in the hallway behind you, "It's just across the hall. Felicity could've checked the hallway for you."

"Yeah, well," Stella pauses for a moment, clearly thinking of something to complain about, "What are we going to do for dinner? I can't go down like this."

"Oh," you smirk, "You most certainly CAN go down like that."

"You know what I meant!" she yells, blush rushing into her cheeks.

"Felicity, tell the other maids Stella and I will be eating in my study," you turn and tell the Nekomi maid.

"Of course, Lord Sean," she bows her head, then grabs her stockings, walks out of the room, and bends over at the waist to put them on. She actually remembered, you think to yourself, before landing a smack on her exposed posterior.

"Nadia," you spot the now adequately naked bodyguard, still in the hall, next to Felicity, "Is the hall clear for Stella to jiggle across?"

"Yes, milord," she states, looking both ways down the hallway.

"Hey, I'm not ready," Stella grumbles, pulling up the covers on herself slightly, "A-and I don't jiggle that much." You sigh, walk over to the girl, and pull her out of bed, watching as her body jiggles.

"The party's ending," you tell her, "If you don't head into the study now, you might not have a chance again for a while."

"Alright," she meekly says, covering her breasts with the hand she isn't being pulled along by. And, lo and behold, she makes it across the hallway without incident.

"See?" you ask her, the two of you standing firmly in the study, "You were carried naked through the castle earlier, so I can only imagine this was far easier."

"Don't remind me," she sighs, "Anyway, mind if I turn on the crystals?"

"Go right ahead," you permit, "I'll finally be taking that shower I wanted to."

"Oh, right," she says, sound filling the room from the Audio Receiver Crystal (Arcrys, for short) she turned on.

"Would you like me to get the water running, milord?" Nadia diligently asks.

"Of course, Nadia," you tell her, "Don't forget the bath as well."

"As you wish, milord," she turns back to your room, as you follow, staring at her firm, toned ass. Entering your room, you begin stripping, to prepare for your shower and bath.