54 Chapter 53 (1/2)

Nervousness shot through me as I headed out into the hallways and started walking towards the exit to the castle. I was in the mask now, but I felt more exposed than I ever had before. Of course, the celebration did not occur within the castle. The location actually wasn't known to anyone, but those that set it up, which likely included Julian.

We were instructed to stand outside our homes. Those in masks would be picked up by carriages and brought to our final location. At the end of the night, we'd be returned the same way. Although I passed several servants and guards on my way out, they completely ignored my presence. This wasn't in the way that they kept their distance out of respect. Instead, it was more like I was a ghost, wandering through the hallway.

This was not an effect of the mask, regrettably. The servants were instructed that under no circumstances were they allowed to look at or acknowledge someone in a mask. It was part of the illusion of this night. We were not nobles at this moment. We were simply spirits, seeking out the sexual gratification with our night queen, Qetesh. The ritual that seemed to permeate this strange society raised the stacks in my mind, causing me to feel anxious even when I told myself it was just a bunch of nobles fornicating to alleviate their own boredom.

I passed the gate guards, moving to the front of the castle gates. The castle housed many dignitaries and upper nobles. It was never a location lived in by only the king and his sons. Many had been given rooms in the castle which was a sign of trust and unity. This included Sylvia's father, and various other Dukes, Earls, and Marquees. Although most only used the rooms occasionally when they had to visit the castle on business, a few allowed their future heirs to stay in the castle for a year or two to expose them to the political landscape.

Of course, the king, the princes, and I were housed in a different wing, but some of the wings were known to house quite a few men and women around my age. Many of them had shunned me at the ball two weeks prior, but tonight I wore the mask, and thus I had no identity as far as they were concerned.

There was a large grouping of people outside the gate dressed up in their finest clothing. Each person wore a mask of their own although identifying them was likely not hard. Some of the masks were very gaudy, full of bright shiny beads and diamonds, others were more modest. Many of the men went for a jet black tuxedo mask that made them look like secret agents although a few weren't afraid to have something a bit more eccentric.

Then again, I didn't have a choice when my mask was made. I wondered if it was common for members to have their masks prepared for them. If that was the case, I imagined there were a few people who had been handed ridiculous masks as a practical joke or something.

I quickly tried to blend into the crowd, but as I moved out into the moonlight, several people gave me lingering looks. Instead of the veiled hostility, I had felt at my welcoming banquet, these looks had more consideration. They looked my body up and down. It was mostly my body they were examining, perhaps considering if I was worth one of the Qetesh coins.

My dress certainly stood out from the pack. Every other dress looked like it was made by the same seamstress. It was likely the best and most expensive seamstress in town, but the result was that everyone wore similar designs. Meanwhile, my dress looked completely different, incorporating leather straps, fine cloth, hand stitching, and nylon stockings, my dress was made for my body not simply from measurements, but personal experience. It was made by a woman who intimately knew the ins and outs of my body. The effect showed, and I saw some women stare with jealous glares, while others looked on with awe. A few looked like they wanted to approach me, but they were too scared to.

I didn't meet them half way. After the treatment at the banquet, I no longer felt like I owed these people anything. I had no want to endear myself to these women. If a few left me some experience, that was great, but mostly I planned to take as much experience as I could from as many men as I could. The main reason I planned to target men tonight was simple. Men came, and they came easy. As long as he shot his load, I knew I had earned my experience, and I moved on accordingly. While I could tell with women sometimes, it was never as clear, so I decided to maximize the use of my time, it would be mostly men tonight.

Therefore, I stood aloof among the crowd, wrapping my arms under my breasts, accentuating them sensually and unintentionally as I put on an aura of superiority. I'd be the hottest girl at this event, and I knew it, at least that was what I kept telling myself. I filled up the surrounding space, raised my chin, and built myself up emotionally. Although I wasn't aware of it, my charm was very high at this point, and simply by being me, my body seduced those around me.

{Seduce has increased to level 6.}

I didn't really understand why my level suddenly increased, but I had no complaints with increasing skills. I was also wrapped up in my own thoughts, so I didn't realize how most of the conversations had turned towards hush whispers as people eyed me. Before any of the people waiting with me worked up the courage to approach me, a line of carriages suddenly approached. There was about fifteen of them. Each one was pulled by a team of horses and coachman dressed all in black.

The coaches were also completely black with gold edging. Each one was completely sealed off, with no visible windows. As I understood it, the nobles were taken to and dropped off from the party within these coaches so that even after going, the location would remain unknown. They were perhaps large enough for six people if they squeezed in there, but it seemed like the people only went four in each.

As I was about to step into a carriage, there was a sudden call out ”Sister! Oh, sister! How about joining us?”

I looked instinctually down the line of carriages, and at the very end was a brightly dressed man who seemed to glow even in the darkness. He wore an eccentrically sparkly diamond encrusted mask with numerous spikes and bobbles. Despite the mask, he still wore the instantly recognizable black and red robe, although he was at least fully dressed for the moment. It was, of course, Julian who waved his hands without any care for discretion. I stepped down from the carriage and quickly walked down the line of carriages, hearing whispering as the eyes still followed me.

As I approached Julian, I could see that Gregory was by his side. His mask was, of course, white, but it had two horns coming out the top. His tendency to wear all white included this night, which, alongside the secretive mood and dark atmosphere, gave the feel that he was dressed as loudly as Julian in his own way. Julian whistled as I approached, looking me up and down with appraising eyes.

”You have dressed quite well tonight, my dear, but it won't stay on you long. All that leather might make it difficult to take off?”

I was tempted to spill the secrets and show him the deceptively magnificent dress, but it was a pain to put back together and I didn't want to ruin the surprise later. When I switched into my seductress mode, he'd just have to be amazed with the rest. Gregory gave me a kiss on the hand, and I provided a light curtsy to the pair. Then they ushered me to their carriage.

Their carriage, as it turned out, was not black, but completely white. I winced and lowered my eyes as I stepped into the carriage. While heading to a secret underground celebration on a dark night, I couldn't think of a more flamboyant and obvious way to travel. On the up side, the carriage was bigger, with six horses pulling it, and thus I had more room to stretch my legs. In the end, it was only the three of us that boarded before the carriage took off into motion.

”What of the rest of the family?” I asked.

Gregory put his finger over his lips. ”Who? We have no family. We're nothing and no one but devices of Qetesh.”

Julian rolled his eyes. ”What brother means to say is that the King has his own carriage. Your betrothed will likely escort that trollop, and Devon always finds his way to these things, eventually.”

”Brother!” Gregory looked on sternly. ”But the masks…”

Julian laughed. ”You take these things too seriously, brother. If we kept propriety like they did before I joined, these events would still be ten old farts and the prostitutes they cleared out of the local brothel.”

Gregory shook his head and sighed. ”One of these days, brother, you'll find yourself in some trouble.”