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When the door to the ball room opens there is a burst of applause from those inside. A semi-circle of some impressively scanty outfits surround the door. A lot of colours and exposed skin make it very difficult for you to identify anyone. Aside from Auria who is wearing a skirt with threads reaching from her hip to over her shoulders leaving her chest totally exposed, you could identify that chest from, well a line up apparently. Oriana was next to her and wearing a similar outfit to her religious garb but with less fabric somehow exposing even more of herself that it usually does. Cynthia is wearing a much more conservative dress than the sisters, a cream coloured slip that covered her from just above her chest to her mid-thigh.

Anastasia started walking which brought your focus off all the exposed skin. As she walked the women she passed bowed to, tugging tops lower to expose chests, licking lips, lots of heavy gazes. You were starting to think this party is more ritualised that just a simple orgy preamble would require.

The top of the semi-circle broke and Anastasia with you at her side walked to the end of the hall. There was a worrying absence of seats leaving you scare that dancing would be expected of you. When you reached the end of the hall Anastasia turned, Asune and Vatarie stood on either side of the two of you in a presumably symbolic defensive position. Looking at the assembled women you had recovered from the shock of scantly cladedness to see that all of them had strips of cloth in their hands that matched their clothes.

"Ladies I am honoured you chose to attend." Anastasia said her hand in your raising to a ninety degree.

"And we are honoured to attend." The women responded.

"Tonight I honour you with the fruit of our kingdom." She lowered your hands to your side then let go of it.

"And we are honoured to partake." The response was this time seemed more focused on you and your lower half.

"You see before you, those I see worthy." She pushed you forwards a step in line with Vatarie and Asune.

"And the worthy are seen." The women bowed.

"Tonight you may become worthy." Anastasia said step forwards to your side.

"And we are honoured to prove ourselves."

"Send in the trials." She announced with a clap. The door at the side of the ball room opened and the men filed in. They were all wearing outfits that exposed as much of themselves as they could, most of them had erections to some degree and as they walked in the women cheered, notably louder than they had for Anastasia. The filled the space between Anastasia and her audience and turned to face them. You could see women talking and pointing at some of the guys, likely those they already knew, probably to identify those they wanted to spend time with. "Those who are worthy will prove themselves." As soon as she finished the women broke charging forwards and wrapping the strips of cloth in their hands around one of the guys.

It looked a little more violent than you expected. More than one guy was knocked over and literally pounced on so cloth could be wrapped around them. The fact no one attempted to remove anyone else's strips meant they weren't exactly fighting over the guy so much as, enthusiastically picking them. Vatarie next you look over at you and you felt her hand graze yours. You entwined your fingers with her and she smiled.

When the mad rush was over the guys picked themselves up from the ground and the women who had wrapped their cloth around chose man gather around them in a small circle. Auria, Oriana and Cynthia had all picked the same guy which left you with no guess as how they were supposed to prove worth.

Anastasia looked around and you felt her hand tense around you. You looked to where she was looking and saw Clare approaching you. Clare bowed before Anastasia and held up her strip to the Princess. "Your Highness I know of one way to prove my worth." She took Anastasia's free hand and tied her strip around the Princess's wrist.

The audience was totally silent and you had no idea if this was impressive, an insult, both or maybe even a complete break of tradition.

Anastasia looked at the strip around her wrist and her fingers squeezed yours. You squeezed back stroke the back of her hand with your thumb. You hoped the affectionate gesture undid some of whatever it was Clare had just done. Anastasia raised her hand to Clare's lips. Clare bowed and kissed the offered hand.

"The trials have been chosen." Anastasia announced and Clare stepped back. Apparently Clare knew what this party was, shame she didn't share with you, shame no one shared with you. Anastasia tugged your hand and looked at her to see a subtly offered cheek. You leaned over and kissed the offered skin and she let go of your hand. "Only those worthy may taste their chosen fruit."

Oh that is what her speech meant. You thought as you Clare took Anastasia hand and led her towards the mass of women. Just as you started to think this was supposed to be who can get their chose to edge for the longest or get off the fastest staff started to walk in carrying a varied amount of paraphernalia. Some had hoops or differing sizes, other ropes, a few had sticks, and balls, lots of small hand holdable objects.

As they lad out the objects on tables that were also produced by the staff the women began to chatter in their groups. These were games, you could guess what the roll the chosen guy, or girl in Clare's place played in the games, the erections and produced hoops gave you a pretty solid basis for that. You didn't yet get how the games were scored but this was weird enough you were interested in finding out.

"Was that you this morning?" Asune asked walking over to fill Anastasia's empty spot at you side.

You remembered the feel of the cold presence that was Asune aura this morning and how it had turned to face you. "Yeah." You answered. She had been fascinated with you because she thought you were like her, this morning might have changed that.

"You felt nice." She reached and took your hand without anymore words.

You were about to ask for some more details from her like if that meant she was going to stop trying to prove you were like her when the staff finished laying out the paraphernalia. Anastasia clapped her hands and the women made a polite dash for the tables. Hoops and rope was grabbed first, no fights or angry disputes started so aside from the speed it was very civil. The only item left uncollected was a group of thin wooden sticks. The balls and sticks were collected by unhappy looking women. The only items left were series of feathers, Clare then walked over and collected the feathers after everyone else had finished then walking back to a tight lipped Anastasia.

"We begin with the most popular trial." Anastasia said as she walked back to your side. Asune stepping aside smoothly. The most popular 'trial' was the guy from your home ec class that always answered questions. He had almost twenty women around him and every exposed part of his arms was covered with strips of cloth.

He walked into the middle of the ball room as every moved to the edges of the room. Staff members appeared and dropped masses of pillows around the edge for someone. Behind you a lounge was also delivered. Anastasia walked back and draped herself on the lounge gesturing for you to sit beneath her. Pillows were there waiting and you lay down. Her hand reached down to stroke your hair as soon as you did. Vatarie and Asune sat down on either side of you Vatarie next to your head and Asune your feet as the women assembled around the home ec guy.

Anastasia clapped and the women sprung forth. They pull off the guys cloths rapidly letting his not quite erection free. One of them started to stroke him until her was fully hard as the others gathered their chosen items together. Once he was fully hard what you expected to happen happened. Hoops were throw at his lower half. The successful ones got cheers from the gathered audience the failures got some jeers but mostly laughter.

You gathered this was intended to be fun but it felt icky for you. Men being objectified in this word was the standard and you felt bemused when it happened to you because the social and actual power difference between you and women made you a bit uncomfortable but more bemused than anything else. In this situation it was very different. The guy being the subject of this game had none of the protections you did. The only redeeming factor was that the guy appeared to be enjoying himself as well. He was cheering and moving to catch the hoops and didn't seem that bothered by all this.

Anastasia's hand left your head to clap when the last hoop was landed. Since not all of the women had hoops the one who walked forwards and lay the guy down. His angle meant there wasn't any obvious spot to throw things onto. When the women tied the rope into a small loop with a decent length you figured out what they were doing. They took turns throwing the rope, trying to slip it between the guy and his length make his lower half stand up. It was a higher skill game you supposed and there were some louder cheers as they attempted but after the first few failures people lost interest. When the women had all had their turns none had succeeded. Since the women only had rope and hoop Anastasia stood and walked fowards, stepping over you, giving you a surprising look up her skirt at the lack of anything beneath it.

"You have chosen your trial." She announced as the women gathered in a line to bow. "Do you find her worthy?" There is some mixed cheering from the audience in answer. From the look of everyone this is a holding back to give themselves a better chance no one just seemed all that impressed. "The second will come forwards." She didn't say if the first group was worthy so probably it was an end of party type deal.

The second group assembled and Anastasia step over you to lay down and stroke your hair. This group had some balls as well as the hoop and rope and diversity seemed the best option to be successful. It was also somewhat clear that being last was a problem, there is nothing you could do last that someone before you hasn't done and extracted all the cheers from that game.

The women had some ideas this time, they tired to ball with the rope and hung the hoops from the guy. You were more than a little worried when they started to use the tied ball to pull the hoop off. Something swinging that close to anyone nethers was worrying and the guy flinched a few times. Each time he flinched the women either cheered or booed. That was a little more concerning.

At the end they go a some what more enthusiastic applause. Rather than move onto the next Anastasia clapped and platters of food and drink were delivered for everyone. Another level of difficultly for the later groups, a drunk audience is harder to focus.

When a platter was brought to Anastasia you moved to get up and serve the three women out of habit when Anastasia stopped you. "You are already worthy Christopher." She said stroking your hair. The woman holding the platter handed out cups to everyone and arranged the food for easy access by everyone.

Anastasia called out for the next group from her lounge as she drank. You drank as well, hoping the **** would make you feel less ill at ease watching all this.

The next few groups all had the same hoops, rope and or balls. Two of the guys were unable to reach their full potential so they games were much harder but not as applauded. When it reached the sister and Cynthia's group or eight women the room had a nice buzz going. Unlike the ones before this time Auria stood with the guy and they had sticks.

Auria stood a little in front of the guy facing him and leaned backwards pushing her chest above her head and squeezing them together with a narrow hole between. Oriana held a stick and threw it. The stick arched perfectly between Auria's tits and landed on the guys erection leaning back to rest on his chest to stay perfectly balanced. There was an explosion of cheers from those who saw it but since Auria was blocking the view not everyone applauded beyond those clapping because others were clapping.

Auria moved herself and her 'trial' so those who missed it could see only this time Oriana walked over and the guy faced away from Auria. Oriana kneelt down in front of him and squeezing her tits in a similar fashion to her sister with her biceps, her hands reached forwards to pull the guys butt apart. Cynthia threw her stick and made the perfect shot, between Auria's tits, and the guys butt arching perfectly down between Oriana's tits as well.. Oriana lowered her hips suddenly and stood up, the stick wasn't on the ground and she bent forwards spinning slowly to show she had in fact caught the stick. There was an explosion of cheers even from Asune who had been stoic for most of this. The other women in their group took their turns but none as spectacular as the sisters and Cynthia's.

The night progressed with more shows. Some more impressive than others. You belief that **** would make you more ok with this had been partially correct. Some were kinda fun because the guy's aura made it clear he was also having fun. Some were uncomfortable because the guy's aura made it clear he wasn't happy and his lack of enthusiasm was obvious to all. One of them had an accident and came part way through his group's show which earned the loudest cheer so far.

When it was down to the last 'trial' you looked over at Anastasia who was sipping her cup. Her aura made it clear she wasn't planning on behind helpful here. Clare walked over and bowed offering her hand. You gave Anastasia a look and put her cup down offering her hand but not looking happy.

Clare led her to the middle of the room and bowed to the Princess, flicking her wrist and producing the feathers between each finger. She walked over to Anastasia and flicked one of the feathers to between her forefinger and thumb. She ran it gently down the middle of Anastasia's chest as the audience was quiet. When Clare reached Anastasia belly button and stepped forwards and whispered something into her ear. Anastasia bite her lip and looked at you for a moment. Clare took Anastasia hand in the featherless one and snapped the feathers. You saw a hint of magic in her hand as she did and since no magic had been used thus far you figured it was against the rules but no one notices.

Clare tugged Anastasia's arm and suddenly the two were in a tango position. Anastasia even had her leg bent and around Clare's. "ANNA." Clare sang in your actual language, like from your previous life actual language as she swung Anastasia around and stamped her foot trailing the same feather from Anastasia's chest across lips. "I saw you laying there." She snapped and the feather's tip was lodged in the toga neck line. The pair began to flow into an impressively perfect tango. The fact that Anastasia wasn't falling over her own feet is probably what Clare magic had been about. "Staring at your love." Clare looked at you and winked. Her voice was appropriately heavenly. "Longing for a touch never to come."

It was clear no one had any idea what Clare was saying but it was also clear no one cared because the sight of the two dancing was hard to question.

"**** for a heart to be your own." Clare kept singing. If she had planned this song out or was making it up as she went were kinda curious. She was confident but you doubted she'd have any problems with that in pretty much any situation. "Wanting that dick so badly." Clare winked at you, she was making it up as she went and having a lot more fun than you expected. She trailed another feather over Anastasia then picked it into Anastasia's toga with the other one.

The dancing went on until all the feathers were lodged into the toga at different points. It ended with Clare dipping Anastasia facing her lower half at you. The final feather trailing up between the Princess's legs to cover her from any eyes before lifting her hip and poking the feather into her belt.

Anastasia cleared her throat and stepped away. She cleared her throat again and the audience now realising the performance was over explored into a crescendo. Clare held up a hand to forestall the applause and walked forwards kneeling before Anastasia. "Your Highness your toga needs some adjustment." She reached over and tugged at the hem. The feathers, under the sudden tension popped free of the toga and fluttered around Anastasia, for longer than non-magically possible. Now the applause returned and was louder than before. Clare bowed her head and stood.

Anastasia walked back to you her cheeks very red. "You have completed your trial." She announced. "Now I must decide your worth." You have no idea on how this is supposed to be judged, if it is just Anastasia's opinion or if the audience also has some say in this when they applauded.