An Invitation to the Aldevan Masquerade
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
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Anteronia is known as the hub of pleasure, and there is no pinnacle of pleasure within the city higher than the aristocracy. So infused with the hedonism of their hometown are these elites that their parties are both loved and reviled throughout the lands. To receive a summons to such an event is a high honor or a mark of great shame to anyone, but this time, the smallest of aristocratic houses has done something completely unheard of.
“An open invitation…? My dear boy, you've grown quite bold in your rise to the head of our house." Lady Aldevan says, the older woman lounging in her bathtub, sitting outside upon the roof of her estate. “What do you think of those unwashed peasants making their way into our halls? We'd be the laughingstock of the town."
The young master Aldevan, standing at the entryway to the bathing area, snickers at his stepmother's chastisement and says. “Oh, but Mother, I've already accounted for that. The physical invitations have been sent out to only those I have chosen. The word of mouth will be kept to those who know those in the know. So, only the most shrewd can make it to our house. Besides, where is your sense of excitement? Surely, you are at an age where you desire to see new fresh blood in our house during the festivities?"
“What I desire is not of your concern, my dear boy. But, I think I can arrange to make things exciting to me in my… advancing age. Tell me, though… what if someone undesirable just arrives, heeding the call of an open invitation?"
“Very simple… there will be checks in place to make sure none make it inside. Besides, we have hired only the best healers to do away with unwanted consequences of our revelry."
“And the theme this year, my darling boy?" Lady Aldevan asks. “No party can be without a theme. It would be so unfashionable."
The young master pulls from his breast pocket a domino mask. He sets it upon his face, covering his eyes completely in white ringed with the black. “A masquerade… one where the only requirement is something to conceal one's identity, purchased by one of our fine artisans, of course."
“Shouldn't people have the right to know with whom they are celebrating?"
“Only if they wish to. Anonymity can be part of the fun, especially with those with darker desires."
“You are quite a clever young man. Now go. I need to finish my bath, and I don't need you here watching me."
“Of course, 'mother,' he says, bowing, and then turning around. As he makes his way through the many bedrooms their house affords, he eventually turns into one, where a stunning elf sits upon the seat looking out over the city. She sits one with leg crossed over the other and smiles warmly towards him. “Ah, there you are, my pet. How did it go?"
He slides into the elf's lap, wrapping his arms around her neck. “Swimmingly. Every major political figure in Anteronia will be here, ripe for your picking."
Elsewhere in the city, Tik Tik holds the invitation up to the light, reading it over and over again. “Free invitation… everyone will be there…"
Welcome, one and all, to the Aldevan's Annual Winter Solstice Ball. This year, the festivities are hosted by the young Master Alvamius Aldevan. If you have received this invitation, do not mistake it for an exclusive event. Anyone who approaches the Aldevan estate and follows the rules is allowed to join.
This year, the theme is an Anteronian Masquerade. Come dressed up in your most fantastic and your most sensual costumes. Any dress is welcome, even nothing, as long as you wear one of the Aldevan's official ball masks, which can be purchased anywhere in the city for the low low price of 1000 gp!
All potential participants must be checked at the front gates of the Aldevan estate by skilled healers and powerful mages. Once you have been determined to not be up to any terrible business, you'll be invited to the premises.
To those who are unfamiliar with the Aldevan's household, the estate rests in a large property in Anteronia's most prestigious district. The house is the centerpiece of the estate. It hosts a magical sanctum within, increasing the size of the ballroom and adjoining activities. There is also a wizard on staff to teleport others to different locales, including a sunny beach, a shady forest, and other private chambers, for a fee.
The main festivities will be held in the ballroom, but participants are free to head off to the other facilities of the house, including its many bedrooms, kitchens, studies, and bathing chambers. The Aldevan house is not responsible for any trouble you may get into outside of our grounds, however.
Come to the party, lose your identity, and become just a being of pleasure as you enjoy the dance, the treats, and the bodies of your fellow revelers!
“1000 gold?" Tik Tik asks, looking up towards Baker. “No way Tik Tik can pay that!"
The chocolate man giggles, leaning over the counter of his bakery. “No worries, sweetie. Since I'm the caterer, I've been given special masks for everyone on my 'staff' to enjoy. You call can get in with no problem and find that demon specialist of yours."
“Good, good!" Tik Tik says. “Will meet many new people. This be fun!"