The ball continues.

Left alone for a moment of rest, she fans her hand beside her blushing face. Sweat begins to drip down her brow--all the way down over the perky curves of her cleavage. Her legs tremble as the arousal becomes incredibly distracting. It looks like she can't take many more vibrations before they push her over the edge, but she's standing right in the middle of an important party. Nobles have appearances they must maintain, and Olivia definitely seems like a girl even more stubborn than the rest. She takes deep breath and makes her way over to a man beckoning from across the room.

He's a tall, mature man with a short brown beard, shoulder-length hair, and the ears of a rabbit protruding up from his head. A fluffy tail sticks out from the lower back of his black suit. When Olivia approaches, he places a hand on her shoulder and smiles. "It's wonderful to see you again, my lady. Have you been well?"

She swallows hard. "F-For the most part, yes. How have you been?"

"Quite well. Thank you. Do you know where your father might be?"

"I'm afraid I don't, Lord Relestel. Though knowing him, you'll probably find him near the snacks."

He chuckles warmly. "Wonderful. Say, it's been so long since you've seen my son. Come over here, my boy. Olivia wants to speak with you."

Weaving through the other guests is a slim, tall young man with with the bangs of his long, brown hair braided neatly with expensive beads. Just like his father, he has rabbit ears and a protruding tail, but his suit is a pure silver. He has a youthful, handsome complexion, stunning green eyes, and moves and speaks with confidence. As soon as he approaches Olivia, he extends his palm upwards to receive her hand. When she places it there, he brings down his lips for a kiss against the back.

"As beautiful as ever, Lady Dennison," he says. Though his voice is high, it's smooth, and his attention doesn't break from her for a moment. He chuckles. "And you find me to be as handsome as ever, yes?"

She purses her lips. After a moment of struggle, she says, "Of course."

Ooh. She didn't want to lie! That's fun! I wonder if she'll keep telling the truth from now on or not.

"You know I always adore coming here," he says.

Olivia freezes up as the vibration goes off between her legs. Her eyes widen, and she raises a hand to her mouth to muffle a surprised moan. She looks back to him. The implications of that being a lie concern and upset her. She's a walking lie detector, whether she likes it or not.

"I-I should go," she stutters.

But the man keeps his hand on her shoulder. "Nonsense! You have so much catching up to do."

The young man steps closer. "Is something wrong, Olivia? Something looks to be bothering you."

There's no escape. She's trapped, so close to an orgasm, knowing anyone's next words could be a lie as well. She shakes her head. "No--Mmm~!" Her knees buckle as she accidentally lets a lie slip out. She covers the bottom of her face with both hands as she forces the man off her shoulder, and she turns away in a desperate attempt to hide her reaction.

Another young lady makes her way over. This one has long blue hair and pointed ears sticking out from the sides. She looks between the trio, but approaches the young man and curtsies politely. "Aravor. It's been some time hasn't it?"

He turns to the new girl and smiles. "Ah. Lady Eleroth. A pleasure as always."

Olivia clutches between her legs--through her dress--as it pulses again. Another lie. Nobles at these parties tend to spin their words often. She's very much aware of this, but it's never been a critical problem until right now. Each and every lie said within a radius of her causes even more humiliation, and pretty soon, she won't be able to keep her noises in check anymore. Her body can only take so much with that tiny stone hiding inside her pussy.

"That's right. We're working on that trade deal as we speak," she says as their conversation continues.

Bzzzzz. Olivia stumbles forwards and clutches the edge of a nearby table. She pants heavily. The sensation is too much to handle.

Lord Relestel turns as the others continue to speak. "Are you all right? I can call for your father--"

"N-No. Please don't call for anyone!"

Then she spots the young man from before--the one she's yelled at twice already. He makes his way over to her with caution, but concern as well as she holds in his hand a glass of fresh water. He offers it out for her to take. "My lady, if you're not feeling well, please rest. I don't want to see you hurt," he says.

She glares back at him. "Go away! I don't want to see you!" she snaps, but then her eyes widen as her body trembles. "Ooh~!" Finally, a louder moan managed to escape. She holds herself between the legs with one hand and keeps herself steady with her other on the table top. It seems that she lied again, but this time, she didn't even realize it.

So she does want to see him? Huh. Well, she's definitely about to lose control. I'd say a couple more lies and the floodgates are open.

Near the edge of climax, she finally decides retreating is necessary. Appearances are important, but if she stays around, that appearance is going to be that of a young lady orgasming on the floor.