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"I hardly think you're concerned about bad manners," she jested with raised eyebrows and a smile, gaining control of her faculties again now that she wasn't so frazzled.

After she had walked through the swirling void, she presented their tickets to the vampire taking tickets from guests. He took them and nodded, giving them two brochures. "These outline the events for the evening, my good sir and lady. Please partake in the food and merriment."

The both of them nodded and walked deeper into the foyer, eventually passing through the door to the ballroom itself. The Ballroom was enormous and grand- guests wearing dresses of every color twirled and danced around the floor while other guests chatted near the refreshment tables. There were glasses of wine set out, but both the elf and fairy knew that it probably wasn't wine. However, there was also regular food. It seemed that even vampires enjoyed eating even though they didn't need to.

An elevated throne stood at the back of the ballroom, opposite the entrance. There was only one chair, and it was occupied by a very regal looking man. He was wearing a red dress-coat with gold trim. The black-polished nails on his hands were longer than one would normally have, but they weren't outrageously long. He was sitting sideways in the throne, his legs hanging over the side of the arm-rest.

The long silvery-white hair he had was perfectly straight, but was tied into a ponytail. His red eyes looked bored as he lounged, not even a hint of a smile on his lips. In fact, it almost looked like he was sulking.

Twinkletoes thought to herself how funny it was that the vampire lord was sulking like an angsty teen on his throne. She looked at Nightblade and giggled, going onto her tip-toes. "Someone's not enjoying their own party," she whispered into his ear, amused. "I'm so angsty, but it's not a phase, mom!" she added in another whisper, unable to resist making a joke. No one else had heard her over the hum of conversations and music, and she was sure no one noticed.

She giggled again at her own joke and glanced back at the throne; he was gone. He was probably mingling or maybe he skipped out, she figured.

Twinkletoes opened her brochure and scanned the page. Her eyes widened in excitement as she pointed to one of the lines on the page. "Look, the concubines are performing in about 45 minutes. When they do, we'll be able to identify which one is Trixie. Then when they're done, we can go backstage and get her. They dance again later in the night, so they'll definitely be hanging out backstage."
 
He was pleasently surprised with out the place had been made. Then again, this was supposed to be a AAA rated game to be marketed. If anything was out of place, things would suffer for the company.

He did take an apple from the offered food, just so he wouldn't be rude about not enjoying the party. He took a bite of the apple as Twinkletoe's whisper in his ear about the vampire prince. He managed not to choke as he gave a laugh, swallowing the piece before speaking.

"Some people just get bored at their own parties. Much be pretty stuck up though."

He didn't notice the vampire leave, but he didn't smirk a little at her words. He laughed and shook his head.

"Silly. If you remember, she's supposed to be sacrificed by him. If that's the cause, she is probably not going to be dancing for us. If he is as smug as he he seems to act, he probably parade her out for his guests shortly and then take her back to where she is being held till she needs to be taken to whereever she is going to be sacrificed later."
 
"Who doesn't enjoy a little pre-sacrifice workout?" She grabbed herself a green apple as well and took a bite, puckering at the sourness of that one. Looking around, she inconspicuously dropped it and kicked it under the table. "Ahem. Your grasp of the situation does seem to make more sense, though."

"May I have this dance, my lady rose? I seem to have some time on my hands before some of the festivities." a melodic voice asked.

The color drained from her face as she turned around to see him right there, his hand outstretched. She tried to think quickly for an excuse not to dance while giving him a polite curtsy. "Oh, that's very generous of you, my lord, but I'm afraid that ballroom dancing is not my forte. I would hate to step on your feet and sully your shoes." Hopefully that would do it. Technically she wasn't lying- ballroom dancing was something she had never done before.

She was sure he hadn't been able to hear her from across a ballroom. However, she hoped he hadn't seen her giggling and whispering about him. He didn't seem to be aggrod since he wasn't attacking, nor ordering his guards to do so.

"Perhaps you simply need someone skilled to teach you?" he countered, flourishing his hand before continuing to extend it to her, ignoring Nightblade's presence completely.

A nervous laugh escaped her lips. If she were to refuse him twice, he might take offense or aggro, so she decided to run with it. "Um, I suppose I simply cannot refuse such an offer." She tentatively put her hand in his. He started to lead her to the dance floor, looking over his shoulder and giving Nightblade a satisfied smirk that Twinkletoes did not see.
 
Nightblade chuckled for a moment watching her take a bite of the bite before kicking it under a nearby table. He was about to open his mouth to comment when the prince suddenly appeared next to them.

"Nice..."

He gave a little smirk for a moment as the prince proceeded to ask her to dance, despite her protesting. It was quite the little scene, if he ever saw it. He wondered if this was how it was supposed to be scripted. Despite the smug look on the prince's face as he led Twinkletoes to the dancefloor, Nightblade just smiled back to the vampire. He took another bite, chewing slowly as he watched the two of them dance on the dancefloor.
 
"How are you enjoying the party?" he asked, as the orchestra started up with a new song. His hand was on her waist as hers was on his shoulder, he gently held her free hand as he started to move to the music.

"It's all lovely," she replied politely, concentrating on not assaulting his feet with her clumsiness. Her eyes were cast down at their feet as she tried to match his steps, barely missing his foot on more than one occasion.

"Of course it is. You know, I recently had a visitor to the castle. He was a mage, I believe, but the magic he wielded was unlike anything I had seen. I hadn't even realized that my eyes were closed, but he opened them. Suddenly, I was able to become more than I was."

Twinkletoes didn't like where this conversation was going. She tried to derail the conversation by trying to purposefully step on his foot. It was a surprise when his foot moved, almost as though he was dodging her.

He spun around with her, leaning her backwards and kissing the hand he was leading. Her ring twinkled in the light before he pulled her back up. "The mage mentioned the rainbow ring you wear. He told me that those who bear these rings travel with similar mages who can alter the fabric of reality, thus blinding those who would otherwise have sight. I have no desire to return to the way I used to be."

As they danced, Nightblade started to get the feeling that he was being watched. Several vampires had found excuses to casually move into the same area as he was. They didn't make a move or attack him, but it seemed as though they were moving into position and waiting for some kind of signal. The fairy hadn't noticed, but with every twirl and step, they had been dancing further and further from her elf companion until he could only see glimpses of them in between the other dancers.
 
As the two of them moved from his view, Nightblade turned his attention more to the surroundings. The feeling of being watched didn't bother him, since it seemed only natural to him. He was a bit of an outsider, since he didn't spot any other night elves in the crowd. They were strangely absent. He did ntoice the general movement of the vampires, moving around a little too suspicously despite their attempts otherwise.

"So what do you have in store tonight.."

He dropped the apple core on a food tray as it passed by him, making his way over to one of the long tables covered with food. He smirked a little noticing two vampires at the end of the table, just staring at him.

"Sorry, not donating tonight."

He grinned for a moment, thinking of his options. He took a moment to check through his inventory at his stash before closing it up and turning around. He leaned back against the table, just waiting for the action to start.
 
'What is going on, he seems self-aware.' she thought to herself worriedly. The fairy did her best to look confused, "This ring? I picked it up off the body of another, I was not given this by a mage. My lord, I think you have me mistaken for someone else." Once again, she tried to step on his foot, but he moved just in time to avoid it.

He chuckled condescendingly, "Oh dear, you are a terrible liar." Lifting her into the air by her waist, he spun her around, the petals of her dress fluttering. "Must we continue this charade? Tell me, how long do you think your mage will last in the dungeons before he looses the will to escape?"

Twinkletoes flinched and quickly looked around the ballroom for Nightblade, but they had traveled so far that all she could see were the swaying fabrics and dancing guests. Removing her hand from his shoulder, she tried to stop dancing and break away from him, but his arm went around the back of her waist and his other was now gripping her wrist.

She struggled in his grasp, trying to wiggle free. His grip was firm, though, and she couldn't get away. "Let go!" She saw him lean forward toward her and felt his teeth sink into her neck-it stung quite a bit. Gulping could be heard as he drank her blood. Every couple seconds on her screen she would see a notification of -5 HP, -5 Stamina. If he kept this up, she would be forced to respawn. She was starting to feel tired as she saw that she only had a quarter of her health and stamina bars left.

He stopped suddenly and licked her neck clean while a status effect popped up on her screen: blood loss. Her stamina and HP seemed to be capped at a quarter full.

Nightblade had seen Twinkletoes lifted above the crowd and twirled for a moment- so had the vampires around him. That seemed to be the signal they were looking for as they pulled out swords. The nearest one lunged at him, sword in hand. It wasn't apparent how many vampires were going to try to capture him, but there were at least eight nearby. Based on their movements, it didn't seem like they wanted to kill him, merely capture him alive.

A cloaked vampire was perched on a tall pillar, his bow trained on Nightblade. He had not been there a moment before, but was now ready to shoot him at the earliest opportunity.
 
This wasn't exactly the fight Nightblade had expected he would be in for, especially not one so heavily stacked against him. He counted the eight that were nearby, dodging the first attack by the closet one. He knew he had plenty of healing potions to hopefully get him through, but even those had a cooldown timer on how quickly he could use them.

Since the vampires seemed more keen on capturing him than killing him, they seemed to follow the old school style of taking him on one or two at a time, rather than attacking all at once. Though the archer was cloaked for his first shot, his location became known when the first arrow hit him.

As the fight wore on, Nightblade was finding that they were hitting just as much as they were missing him. He had to chuckle as the vampires seemed a bit surprised by how much damage he was doing to them, but it was also wearing on his stamina as well. He had managed to keep himself at a quarter life by the time it was down to the last of the eight vampires and the archer, who was becoming a pain in the ass.

"You guys are giving me quite the workout."
 
The vampire prince let out a satisfied sigh. "Mm. Drinking your blood is like drinking from a spigot of sweet wine. What a treat." She felt one of his hands reach up to hold her chin, rubbing his thumb against her lips. He was looking at her curiously. "However, your blood has a slight spice to it. I wonder what blood has mingled with your own. I think I'll make you one of my concubines; I'm intrigued at what will eventually happen to your body from this foreign blood."

Her eyes widened in shock and she bristled at his touch. This didn't seem like something that would happen in the regular game. Sure, you could have sex with some NPC's and other player characters she assumed, but it was meant to be voluntary. It took her a second to reply. "N-no. That's not how the game works!"

"Game?" His eyebrow raised. "Do you consider this a game? If that is the case, then consider me the winner of this round. As such, I intend to take a few liberties." He grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder in one fluid motion.

He gestured at several guards who drew their swords and followed him. "Arrogant prick!" She yelled angrily as he carried her away down a corridor to the left of the throne, her fists bouncing off his back. He simply snickered and continued, closing the door and having his guards bar it behind him.


The vampire crossed swords with Nightblade and used his body-weight to force the elf back against the table.

A jester slid out from under the table and between Nightblade's legs. It was entirely possible that she had been hiding there the entire time. She winked at him and blew into her closed fist. A puff of smoke engulfed both him and the other vampire, who slumped to the floor. As he inhaled for a moment, a status effect popped up on his screen: Poisoned-slumber. He started feeling intensely tired and the desire to sleep was almost irresistible. "Well, taking care of yourself is real important, you know? Now that you've exercised, the doctor prescribes a full 8 hours of sleep."

The jester then put an arm around both of his legs, gripping them close to her body so that if he tried to move too quickly he would fall over. Her skin-tight suit was unzipped past her breasts, letting them take center stage. The suit itself was purple and black with pointed shoes and white ruffles. "I hope you have a good sleep, mister. Because when you wake up, I'm going to have fun playing games with you." a slightly unhinged grin lit her face as she giggled up at him.
 
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He blinked for a moment at the sudden appearance of the jester, and then her poisoning him. He grimaced at the wieght of the vampire against him, shifting a little to push the guy off. He blinked a couple of times, shaking his head a little to try and stay awake.

"Of all the times..."

He couldn't really move anywhere with her gripping his legs. He could feel himself fading away, so he quickly put his sword away before grabbing at the table for support. He finally just stumbled back, knocking aside food and plates as he landed on the table.
 
(You are welcome to take the reins for the vampire lord if you like)
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Twinletoes was carried deep into the castle until they reached an ornate door. Upon opening it, the vampire lord nodded at his guards and closed the door, locking it and setting her down. The room was extremely lavish with a large king-sized bed with numerous pillows. The fire-place was crackling with a warm fire. A large armchair and soft rug were placed in front of it with a little side-table. Two wine glasses and a bottle rested on it. He looked at her and smiled, taking a step closer.

As he approached her, a lustful look in his eye, she couldn't help but back away from him. She felt like a rabbit about to be eaten alive. In her haste to get away, the backs of her legs bumped into the bed causing her to slip backwards onto the mattress where she fumbled and tried wiggling backwards.

When her head bumped against the lavish pillows, she looked side to side, trying to see if she could make it to the door before he caught her. She realized that even if she could, she didn't have the stamina to keep running until she reached the dungeon, and that there was only a 50/50 chance that the lock only kept people out.

Meanwhile:

Sometime later, Nightblade's vision started to return slowly. When he got his bearings, he noticed that he was tied to a large chair. His hands were in metal gloves that were frozen in the position of a fist, so reaching his menu was out of the question at this point. While his ankles were tied to the chair's legs.

The room he was in was bright and chaotic. Lovely plush couches and tables were spread throughout the room with several types of games such as chess, checkers, and cards. It almost looked like he was in a tent the way the scarves were positioned from the ceiling, but he could see bits of stone here and there.

There was only one door that he could see, and it was almost obnoxious how many locks it had on it. How many were simply for show, he couldn't tell.

The jester was laying on her stomach on the floor, head resting in her hands as her legs were moved back and forth behind her. She was quite close to his chair, simply watching him sleep. "Oh? Is that the flutter of an eyelid I saw? Are you awake, mister?"
 
Nightblade had no idea how long he had been out, but he didn't think it had been long. He knew most sleeping timers were pretty short just so players wouldn't get bored having to wait.

Upon hearing the strange female voice, he opened his eyes slowly. He tried not to move too much since he din't know what to expect. His vision was in focus quickly, blinking a couple of times to help. Panicing wouldn't have helped him, given with the satate he foundt himself in.

"This is quite the sight to see on first waking up."

He wiggled his fingers as much as he could inside the gloves, which wasn't very much. After a few moments he focused upon the jester and chuckled.

"I guess I have you to thank for the rescue. Although I wouldn't call this much of a rescue. Mind letting me go?"

He wasn't sure if this was how things were supposed to be scripted to go. Something just wasn't sitting right with him at this point about the whole thing. He had the feeling something had been altered on the fly, given with what he had just experienced. He wondered when the bugs would be showing up.

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The vampire grinned as he moved towards Twinkletoes, watching her every move. When she ended up on the bed, he stopped at the bedside table for a moment. He picked up a coil of rope that was lying there, testing it's length. There was plenty of length to ty her up for him to play with.

"Now let's get started, shall we?"

He moved on the bed, holding the rope in one hand. He reached out for her right wrist, preparing to take ahold of it. However, just before he touched her, the vampire seemed to vanish. He reappeared beside the bed, picking up the rope. He picked it up again, testing the length once more. Once again he tried to move towards her, glitching out before disappearing and reappearing at the bedside table grabbing the rope.
 
The jester got to her feet and brushed herself off. "Rescue? Sweety, I work with the Lord of the castle. And I can’t let you scamper off after I went through all the trouble of bringing you here; that’s crazy-talk. " She walked toward him and sat sideways in his lap, putting her arms around his neck. She wiggled her ass against his legs playfully. Grinning, she continued, "But Notice I said WITH and not FOR. I have a certain amount of autonomy. D'you know, before the mage showed up, I did work for him. But, I think things are better now that I can play the way I want to."

She studied his face for a moment and gave him a prolonged kiss on his cheek with comical sound effects. "Wow! So handsome! You know I had to keep myself from touching you while you were asleep since it's not polite. I didn't touch myself either, as a matter of fact. Aren't I considerate?”


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Twinkletoes grimaced as he took ahold of the rope and braced herself. When he glitched back to the table she blinked in surprise. She watched him a few more times before deciding that he was probably caught in some kind of loop. Getting up from the bed, she carefully made her way to the door. As she suspected, it was locked. What she needed now was to get the key from his pocket.

The fairy removed her formal brooch and put it back in her inventory, reverting her dress back to its original short-dress form. In addition, her pistols were now available for use. It was an unwise move for her to attack him with their level differences, so she saved her firepower for later. If ever there was a time to invest her skill points, this was it. She quickly scanned her options and assigned one to stealth, giving her the ability “silent flight.”

If he was truly glitching, she should be able to reach into his pocket without a problem. She walked back over to the bedside table and waited for the next glitch. When it happened and he had the rope in his hands, she plunged her hand into his pocket and grabbed the key, jumping backward and scurrying toward the door, fumbling the key in her hurry to put it in the lock.
 
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He sighed softly for a moment, though he didn't move from the kiss on his cheek. He did try and move his arms backwards to try and get himself free, but that was no good. He gave a little smirk for a moment at her.

"Well, I guess I am grateful you didn't try anything while I was out. That's a load off my mind."

He tilted his head from side to side as if he was trying to crack his meck, though it was a useless gesture. Her comment about a mage showing up did pique his interest for a moment.

"Well, if I promise not to run, will you tell me about this mage and let my hand free? It's a little uncomfortable."

He still wasn't quite clear on the exact programming perameters with NPCs, but he kept thinking of the fight earlier and how it didn't seem like the normal scripted battles were supposed to be. Things were just not adding up.

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The vampire continued to glitch out as she was abke to take the key from him and make it to the door. He looped three more times as she tried to get the door unlocked. On the final glitch, he came out of it, grabbing the air where she was supposed to be.

"Time for..what th-? Where did you go?"

He blinked for a moment as he gathered his wits of what had happened. It was the 'click' of the door closing behind Twinkletoes as she managed her escaped that caused him to look towards the door with a surprised look.

"How did she manage to escape? No matter, she can't escape this place."

He dropped the rope back on the night stand before marching towards the door and flinging it open to see where she went.
 
The jester laughed, "Haha, 'a load' off your mind. You're funny." She looked at his bindings and mused for a second. "Promises are a dime a dozen and can easily be broken, so your promise would be worth didly to me. But..." she hopped off his lap and pulled up a chair and table, setting a chess board between them. The pieces were carved to look like different fantasy creatures. "If you can beat me three times at a game, I will untie you. Plus, I'll answer any question while we play. However, anytime I win, you will get a penalty." She arched her fingers and looked at him seriously. "What do you say?"

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With her new ability, she flew close to the ceiling silently. She still wasn't recovered from the blood loss status effect, so she had to pull into an abandoned corridor to rest for a moment. Flying didn't take much stamina, but she didn't have much to begin with.

Suddenly, she felt a searing pain right where her tailbone would be. She crouched down and gritted her teeth to keep quiet, as she heard some guards passing close by. As suddenly as it came, it left. Her hand went back to rub the spot, but to her horror, she found a black tail had sprouted. Following it to the tip with her fingers, it looked long and felt smooth and leathery. She hadn't noticed, but one of the jewels on her cursed ring had turned black.

"Find her!" she heard the vampire lord somewhat close by and knew she had to continue on. Nightblade should be somewhere near the dungeons, so she just needed to continue downward.
 
He almost laughed at her suggestion of playing chess, when he couldn't move to move the pieces himself. He sighed for a moment instead.

"Really? You might as well ask me to play 'paper, rock, scissors' and say I lost. I am not exactly in any position to move the pieces with my hands bound like this. Tell you what, free my right hand and I will agree to your terms. Deal?"

He knew he didn't have any leverage for his request, but maybe he would get lucky and she would say yes. Besides, he really didn't feel like spending all day playing chess. He took another moment to look around the room to see what he could find of use.

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The vampire lord was upset at her escaping, grumbling at the change of events. He yelled at the guards to find her, only half of whom actuall deviated from their programed patrols. He decided to go back to his throne room and wait for her to be found. After all, they couldn't escape without the key. Although it wasn't an actual key, but killing the vampre lord himself that allowed the instance to be considered clear, which he didn't know.
 
"I'll move your pieces for you, silly. Last offer." The jester was starting to become impatient with him, and he could hear a strain in her voice. It was obvious that she simply wanted to win and punish him with her own made-up penalty.

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She continued flying silently throughout the corridors. Most of the NPC's were around her level, so the chance of aggroing with her silent flight was low. It was really the Lord she had to worry about since he had a higher aggro range and seemed capable of rational thought; once she had enough distance between them, though, she would be off scott-free.

Ducking into a room, she was relieved to find it empty. To her delight she saw that it was an armory. She picked up male armor roughly her size and equipped it. It squished her boobs a little, but that was the whole point. From her inventory she pulled out the Glasses of Disguise and put them on. She was now an unfortunate-looking male guard to most eyes.

It was time to put her disguise to the test. Walking out of the room, she walked down the hallway and passed by some guards. They gave her looks of pity due to her face, but weren't alerted to her true identity. She smiled to herself as she continued unhindered to the dungeon.

In the dungeon itself, she came upon a large door with a single lock in the very center. She couldn't be certain that he would be inside, but it looked like a conspicuously important door. Trying the key, she was surprised to see it open. Inside, she saw Nightblade strapped to a chair, and the jester sitting across from him. The jester hadn't noticed her yet.
 
He pursed his lips for a few moments, thinking about her offer still. He noticed the door open, trying his best not to jump. He was not expecting it to open, nor to have Twinkletoes walk through it at that moment. He gave a soft sigh for a moment, looking back at the Jester and then towards the chess board.

"Fine, fine. I'll be watching your every move so that you don't cheat and place my pieces in the wrong place. Tell you what, ladies first."
 
"Oh Goody!" The jester clapped her hands and looked around, "where's my...?" her eye met Twinkletoe's and they stared at each other for a moment before the jester got up and crossed her arms.

Seeing the chess board, Twinkletoes got an idea. She whipped off the Glasses of Disguise and put them in her inventory. Walking toward Nightblade, she held her hands out to demonstrate that she was unarmed, so the jester relaxed a little and let her pass.

"I thought I'd never see you again!" Going over to Nightblade, she placed a hand on either side of his face and kissed him, slowly becoming a little more passionate as time went on. He could feel her hands traveling down his face and across his chest; eventually, he felt a weight in one of his breast pockets. She had deposited the key and a small knife there so that he could undo his bindings, holding the instrument in his mouth. Her mouth pulled away and she looked at him pointedly.

She turned back to the jester and pointed at her dramatically. "I challenge you to a game of chess. Accept if you think you can beat the 2 time chess champion! If I win, you must let both of us go and not follow. If you win, I'll serve you for a year."

The jester seemed intrigued. "Trying to be your boy's Knight in shining armor eh? Honestly, I'm just glad that the face before wasn't your real face because that I was about to be real sorry for you. As it is..." The jester put an arm around her waist and pulled her closer, softly saying, "I look forward to licking the tears off your cheeks later after you lose." Twinkletoes chose a table so that the jester was faced away from him.
 
He was surprised for a moment by the kiss, but he accepted none the less. He shivered a little at the brief pleasure before she pulled away, leaving him with the small knife in his pocket.

He sighed softly at the whole thing going on, but he really only had one complaint. It was one he really couldn't voice at the moment, as it would ruin the plan that Twinkletoes had setup. Well, part of it was ruined already.

"Try not to lose or anything."

He gave a little grin to Twinkletoes before looking down at his bindings. He really wasn't sure how he was going to get the knife from the pocket she had placed it in. Nor was he sure exactly how the knife was supposed to help open the gloves which held his hands closed. He wondered if she had really grasped the situation. He shook his head for a moment before leaning his head to see if he could reach the knife, as little help as it would be.
 
Twinkletoes sat down at the table and hoped he would also notice the key in his pocket. It had opened every door she had come across, so she hoped it was a skeleton key.

The jester grinned at her happily, "I don't really care which of you plays, I just KNOW I'm going to win." One of her hands withdrew and slid her zipper almost all the way down to her groin, letting her breasts out from their leather prison. She then reached down and put her left hand into the gap of her clothes, all the way down to her crotch, letting out a soft, "Mmm." They could tell that she was starting to play with herself a little as one could see the fabric of her suit move whenever she would move her hand to rub her pussy.

With her free hand, she gestured at the board. "Ladies first."

Twinkletoes shifted uncomfortably and started her first move. She and the jester played for a while until they were about halfway done with the game. The fairy currently had the upper hand, and the jester was becoming annoyed as she played with herself.

"By the way, did the Lord tell you about the mage?" Twinkletoes asked off-handedly.

The jester's annoyance seemed to disappear as she smirked, "I bet the Lord told you all sorts of things about him as he felt you up in his room."

"Th-that didn't happen!" the fairy blushed and crossed her arms defensively. "And you didn't answer the question."

The jester sighed. "Yes, of course he did. The mage opened both of our eyes, you know. I've always been master of the dungeon, but now I get to play more, and he gets to think and fuck and preen himself more. Although, the mage likes me better since he gave me a ring that he said would prevent me from acting weird. Not sure what he meant, though."
 
Nightblade gave up trying to escape after a few moments of racking his brain on how to free himself. It was a nice gesture by Twinkletoes, but a failure in the end. He resigned himself to relax in the chair, listening to the conversation. It was interesting so far, giving him a little more insight to what was going on.

"The acting wierd you are talking about is a glitch. And this mage is delusional if he thinks he can have something like that from ever happening."

He chuckled for a moment when he finally noticed Twinkletoe's black tail.

"Nice little tail you have. Though I think pink would be a color much more suited for you."
 
“Mhm. Like you’d know anything about it.” The jester huffed. She extended her hand and showed him the metallic ring with veins of glowing green that looked like code.

“He would know about it. He’s a mage too, according to the vampire Lord.” The fairy grimaced, “when he had his grubby paws on me on the dance floor, he said that he knew you were an admin because of the ring you gave me. Apparently this mace told him to be careful about you and your ability to fix glitches.”

The jester leaned to the side to look and laughed until she snorted, moving two pieces around while Twinkletoes was distracted.

Twinkle toes looked at the tail disapprovingly. “I don’t know what happened. It hurt and then bam! Hope you like tails, because you’ve got one now.” she sighed. “Do fairies ever grow tails?”
 
He chuckled for a moment and shook his head.

"Me, an admin? No, I am just a bug catcher in this place. And there's a big, sexy one right in front of you."

He hmmed for a moment, seeing how the jester kept her hand hidden in her suit.

"If you have such free will, why don't you just play naked in front of us? I am admirer of the female form after all. And let me guess, you're a virgin as well."

Twinkletoe's comment about the NPCs being able to fuck now gave him the idea that this whole little debacle was just starting, so there were probably some angle he could exploit. Plus the ring was bothering him. He really needed a way to get it and examine it back at his lab.

"Such you're just the hired help basically Miss Jester, I really doubt that your Master wants anything to do with you. I doubt you even know what it feels to have a nice thick cock in that tight snatch of yours."
 
The jester was taken aback by his straightforwardness. “A virgin? No, the Lord and I- used to have relations when he first was given sight.” A sigh escaped her. “He doesn’t seem interested anymore, though, and no one else seems to have a noggin in their skull.” She stood up and wiggled, pushing the suit off her shoulders and down her legs. She was tattooed with playing cards in random spots on her torso.

Sitting back down at the table she smirked at him. “I’m not bashful. But I’m wondering if you’re trying to distract me so your little friend can cheat. I’m also wondering if you can put your money where your cock is.”

Twinkletoes looked back and forth between them, her cheeks red. “What?! Are you seriously considering doing this right now?” She shifted uncomfortably in her chair.
 
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