Accept the invitation.

A short distance away, upon cushions, pillows, and blankets not sticky with honey and other things, you're led to sit down, and you do so with a long sigh of relief. Yaera remains on her feet, and she watches you with warm, loving eyes, as she brings a hand back through her long, golden hair. She still reminds you a lot of Amara, though far more mature--wise, motherly. After the two of you enjoy the sight of each other for a lengthy moment, she gestures a hand away.

"Turn away. Do not look, but worry not. It will not be for long," she says.

It may be a command, but she speaks in such an affectionate manner. You can't help but heed her words. You turn away, and you're soon greeted by the noise of rustling fabric which seems to suggest the removal of clothing. You wonder why she doesn't want you to see, despite all that's happened already, but the tease does excite you. She knows what she's doing. Everything Yaera does is seamless. She has a nurturing, warm demeanour, and with that comes a surprising number of traits that line up with somebody like Dajy, yet it's like she's the opposite side of the same coin. Everything she does is with the upmost confidence, yet it never feels arrogant. She's forward, yet it comes across as more innocent than erotic. The sound of her voice delights your heart, yet she doesn't purposely use a sensual tone.

Your Kitty Sense picks up an influx of mana.

"Midnight Gown," she says behind you.

That's a spell I haven't heard in some time. Amara has the same one.

"Apologies. You may look as much as you desire now," she says.

When you turn back, you try not to show just how much your heart is struck. This gorgeous woman stands before you, with a body definitely curvier than Amara's, garbed in a short dress that hardly covers anything at all. The thin white fabric glistens in the magical glow of lights above, and it's translucent enough to where you can see the hint of her skin, and effectively everything is on display. Your eyes linger up and down her body, taking in every curve--her ass, her breasts, the subtle hint of her pussy between her legs. It's all partly still shrouded by the magical gown, though not enough to where you can remove your gaze.

Slowly, Yaera sits down beside you. With one movement of her hand downwards, she says, "Place your head upon my lap."

Definitely not wanting to argue with that, you lay down with a relieving sigh. Her thighs are like the softest pillow. With the shortness of her dress, you're greeted by only the smooth skin of her bare legs. You could sleep here and never awaken. Then after a moment, you feel the greatest sensation of all--her gentle touch to your head. She strokes her fingers carefully through your hair, massaging your scalp as you remain there on her lap. She plays with your hair on occasion, between the tips of her fingers, and caresses down over your cheek. "Relax now," she whispers. "Ms. Tedrilui is here to tend to your needs. Here to comfort you, to spoil you. Breathe slowly, and enjoy my touch for as long as is needed."

Are we sure she isn't a succubus? My whole body is melting.

You glance up to see the underside of her tits, barely concealed behind the midnight gown. Past that, she smiles knowingly, yet she says nothing.

After a time, she changes it up. She uses her other hand to stroke through your hair, while her other runs down your body. Her fingers play up your hip as she whispers, "Is there anywhere else you feel any... tension?"

You feel a tingle up your shaft. Gradually, it starts to stiffen once more.

Across the way, you meet eyes briefly with Mistress Dajy. She looks back at you with a subtle grin, and an accepting nod.

Near her, Laira Holland walks by, though she does so strangely. What's most odd is her attire, which is like nothing she's worn before. It's tight on her body, and shimmers as if wet. Only a brief moment further goes by before you realize the pale purple suit she wears isn't clothing at all. Jelly has latched onto her body, and seems to be going to down. Laira stumbles forward with a face painted red, as she moans desperately while an unknown pleasure fills her.

"Ah... P-Please, I can't--Mmm~!" She covers her lips, embarrassed by her own noises.

Lady Vex, who is surprisingly still clothed, stands in front of Kashura, and the two of them watch your smithy with interest.

"Ooh. That looks fun. Can I wear her next?" Vex asks.

"Wh-What?" Laira asks, surprised by her request.

Kashura takes a step away nervously. "This is all... Well, this is a lot. Aha."

Vex smirk at her. "I thought the wondrous sorceress Kashura Saylinor would be confident and comfortable within even the most erotic situation."

"Of course I am!" She lifts the brim of her hat with one hand while her other grabs her hip. She strikes a dramatic pose and shuts her eyes. "Such a display is normal for me. When I enter a room, men, women, and all others alike fall to my knees and beg for my pleasure."

Delphi flutters down from above with a familiar wand in her hands. For her, it's more than the size of a quarterstaff, but she's still able to keep it in her grasp while flying. "Oh really?" she asks with a devious grin.

"W-Wait. Put that down. Actually, give it back!"

All the while, Yaera trails her hand down closer to your groin. "If you do not say it," she whispers. "How am I to know it~?"

Now that your dick is fully standing at attention, you whisper back, "There is one place."

Yaera chuckles warmly. "I thought there may be. Do not worry, young king. I am quite good with my hands."