Getting dressed.

Kari opened her wardrobe. Rich clothing was one of the less perverse of her decadences, and the clothes-filled room beyond the mirrored double doors was as large as many peasant huts. Naked, she stepped inside, mulling over the possibilities offered by each outfit. After much consideration, she selected an item, and held it against her in front of the mirror, pondering its suitability.

The gown she had picked was made in the colours of the Order of the Shadow Star, black trimmed with red. It could almost be the official robes of one of the magi who would be hosting the party, except not even the most depraved of the Order’s sorceresses (and there were some real sluts amongst its ranks) would wear something so revealing. She put it on, shivering with delight as the fine silk caressed her healing spell-snake bites.

You could hardly call the top of the dress a neck-line. It left her shoulders bare, hugging her upper arms before plunging in a deep V down the valley of her cleavage, low enough to expose the taut muscles of her smooth, flat belly, and allow a glimpse of her navel. Although her nipples were not exposed – barely – the V was edged with a finger’s breadth of black lace embroidery, and glimpses of them could be seen through that. It would take only a touch to flick the fabric aside and expose them entirely.

Turning and glancing over her shoulder, she confirmed that it swept equally far down behind her, exposing her back at the top of the crack of her ass. The skirt seemed modestly low in comparison, reaching to her ankles, but it was slashed up to her hips, allowing glimpses of the red underskirt beneath, and of her slender legs. The skirt was designed so these slashes would make it easy to open, or to gather it up and lift it, allowing free access to her lower body.

She admired, for a moment, the contrast of the dark gown against her pale skin. The whole dress was improbably precarious, looking as if it would simply fall away from her body at any moment. In fact, it could not stay up on its own. A simple spell was woven into it to make it cling to her luscious curves – until it was pulled away.

She lingered from a long time over her panty draw, considering. Often, to occasions like these, she would simply not bother, allowing anyone who had the opportunity a chance to see her bare womanhood. But for tonight she selected a pair in black silk trimmed with red lace, to match her outfit. They weren’t a favourite pair of hers, or particularly expensive, so she would give them as a trophy to the first man or woman to have her that night.

Next came jewelry. She rarely wore items that lacked some enchantment, and certainly had no intention of doing so tonight. Around her neck, she hung a gold necklace, with a heavy crystal pendant that hung down between her breasts. It was a Power Crystal, which could store magic energy. But moreover its smooth, cylindrical shape hinted at its true purpose – it had been carved and enchanted so it could be used as a dildo, and draw its charge from a woman’s sexual pleasure. Kari liked the message she made by putting it so boldly on display – that she would happily be a slut in exchange for magical power.

She selected two slim rings, and pushed her dress open so she could apply them to her nipples. She felt the electric thrill as they locked themselves to her, painlessly piercing her flesh. Their presence would mystically enhance her breasts’ sensitivity, and they could easily be removed and applied to another woman, granting the same effect and allowing Kari some control and dominance over her. When she replaced her dress, she noted that the rings were just visible beneath the lace.

Two gold loops bonded with her earlobes the same way, and a ruby stud was placed in her belly-button, glinting seductively at the bottom of the exposed V of her dress. The earrings would greatly enhance her hearing, but only to pick up the sounds of sex. And the ruby, as well as complimenting her outfit, had great historical value. It was one of gems used by the ancient tyrant and archmage Zauthar, to mark his enslaved concubine-apprentices as his property. While she did not know how to tap its mystical potential, it would certainly impress the wizards.

She styled her hair elegantly, and tied it in place with a golden cord, secured with the Seven Knots of Yzara. These spell-knots could only be made by a woman, and could not be untied normally, but one would come loose for every orgasm she had. Kari expected her hair to be hanging free by the end of the night.

She looked at herself in the mirror again and nodded, satisfied. She seemed to be a goddess of lust and magic, and the mages would be suitably impressed. Smiling to herself, she swept down to the waiting carriage.

It was only once it had set off, that she realised her carefully planned outfit had an imperfection. The power crystal she wore around her neck was almost empty of energy, a fact the higher level magi were sure to notice. Of course, she could charge it now – the carriage could be made private with curtains, and the journey across the city was easily enough time to bring herself to climax – but that would mean she would arrive somewhat dishevelled, and smelling of sex. This might simply enhance her air of sluttiness, or it might offend her hosts.