A Night of Whimsy and Trouble

Well, Mercury certainly wasn’t going to complain if Leo just wanted to undress in front of all of them. Her brows lofted in surprise, which quickly turned to interest as she watched shamelessly, admiring the older man’s physique as he removed his shirt. She had half a mind to boo at him when he slipped the dress on over his slacks instead of removing the pants first, but instead she simply tilted her head to peer as much under the skirt as she could while he worked the pants out from underneath, a wicked smirk on her face the entire time.

Meanwhile, Agatha was patiently waiting for Wren to put on the outfit she’d selected. When the smaller woman emerged from behind the changing screen, Agatha’s eyes lit up and she practically squealed with delight, clapping her hands with a giddy wiggle. “Oh my gods, Wren! You look so sexy..!” The Lusty Titan co-owner hurried over to assist with putting the chain on while the Rune Knight got a good look at herself in the mirror, a sense of wonder on her face as she took in her own change. “That is all you, babe!” Agatha insisted with a bright smile, putting the finishing touches on the ensemble with a few tweaks to make sure everything was sitting just right.

Soon enough everyone was dressed and ready to go, with Mercury and Leo leading the charge back into the party area. The Xocili had switched up the music for their grand entrance and Leo, with all his drunken confidence, practically swaggered back into the room, even breaking away upon arrival to drop to the ground in a daring pose. Mercury almost fell off her feet from laughing. Agatha walked alongside Wren at a slower pace, doing her best to balance the woman both physically and emotionally while slowly trying to show her how to walk in a way that helped her hips sway a bit. She giggled alongside the other redhead at Leo’s antics. “Goodness, but he has fabulous legs,” she whispered to Wren playfully, though her eyes were certainly lingering on the man’s thickly muscled limbs.

Both Mercury and Agatha were all too happy to share in their pride with Monica when she came around and hooked an arm on both of their shoulders while Bartrand shouted out a celebratory cheer for how fantastic Wren looked. His cry caused several others to do the same, and soon pretty much everyone in the room was complimenting Wren with their ovation, including Mythal.

The party continued on in much brighter straits before it was clear that Mythal had imbibed enough that he needed to call it a night. He stumbled right into Ruzatz’ waiting arms, the demon remarking that it was probably best to put Mythal to bed and inviting everyone else to stay for as long as they liked. Everyone gave a final raucous cheer for the groom, who wasn’t even conscious enough to hear it, nor to feel as Ruzatz hoisted him over his shoulders to walk out. It was shortly after that when Bartrand announced he wasn’t tired, and was interested in “more fun”, his tone and eyes toward Monica and Mercury unmistakable.

Mercury gave him a knowing smirk even while Monica accused him, playfully, of being a pervert. But it seemed she was game, and immediately turned to Mercury to see if she was interested. She even mentioned bringing Agatha along for the ride. Mercury didn’t even get a chance to respond before Vandrad interjected, glaring at Monica. Of course, the tattooed woman was hardly cowed, viewing his objection as a challenge.

Mercury idly listened to the woman’s response while she thought about what she wanted to do. Ever since her return to Earthland, she had been in a bit of a shell, sexually speaking. Before she wouldn’t have wavered at an invitation like this, but after the things that had happened to her when she had been kidnapped, she’d retreated into the safety of her relationship with Vandrad without branching out to others like she often had before. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to – she did. Trauma was a powerful force…

But it was a force that she did not want to control her life and her actions. She’d spent her entire life being controlled. That part of her life was over.

Her mind made up, she flashed her fiance a wicked grin. “Oh, we’re joining. Come on, Vandaddy.” Without giving him a chance to argue, she turned him toward the hall she knew would lead to some spare rooms and began to push him in the direction. Calling over her shoulder, she said, “Agatha! How’d you like sleep with Vandrad?”

Agatha turned from the conversation she was having, her head practically on a swivel. “I’d love to!” was the response that was possible a little more eager than she’d meant. Her cheeks turned a touch rosy. “That is, if he wants to. Does he want to? Where are you guys goi– oh. OH. You mean like… right now.” She made her apologies to the others she’d been talking to before hurrying after the others.

Needless to say, the night was far from over for them.