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I have no idea. I didn't even initially want to go with you remember? My opinion isn't really valid. Dillian said, shrugging while Ashlie, was Ashlie. Why not, what's the worst they could do? I mean.... When I was alive... No, LAST time I was alive, nobles got invitations from people they hated all the time and they'd grumble and complain and be paranoid for about an hour, and then go, and Nothing would happen and they'd feel silly. We slaves, especially the pleasure slaves usually just got to enjoy a night of heavier then usual restraints, costumes, and a new dick or 5 for a change. Not like our lives consisted of anything more complex. she said, munching through her stew while yon jarfairy nibbled her tiny way through her own portion happily.

Let's see.... I was sold when I became of age to the duke of Belltan, and he kept me for about 2 years on a chain like a dog and I was only allowed to sit, roll over, get fucked, and bark unless told otherwise. Got pretty good at it to. First year was rough though, had to get my muscles used to it. Then it was to another noble in the same country as a trade? I think? I never got the details, but that was as a harem slave, a lot more basic freedom, and a bodyguard. Where I got the staff training. Nobody trusted us with blades. she continued, thinking as she mulled it over.
 
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"Very well, then." As she finishes eating, Christine stands up, helping Dillian gather their supplies before giving her answer. "We accept your invitation."
 
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yay! the fairies says, sighing as she stuck back in the ball with an eep, but with enough time to snag another piece of venison, last seen nibbling it before being confined back in what Christine had to admit was basically another Jar. It was amusing in a way.

Bowing, the shadow gestures again and all the shadows resume their places, while Dillian gathers all the stuff, waiting for Christine and co to board for their magical journey.
 
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Making sure everyone is ready, Christine nods and waits for the shades to lead them to the Palace of Shadows, where-ever that would be.
 
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mounting the sheet, everyone is very gently and nonsexily held down so they don't fall, including the shadow man, before they all rise into the air, and then woosh off to the northeast, whipping through the air just above the trees. They do pass over what Ferenzi had described to her as Black Lands, but they didn't land there. If anything they flew higher over them for safeties sake, everything twisted and dying below them, save huge areas covered in spider webs, or areas with no trees at all, just barren.

It took 3 hours to reach the palace, and that was moving at a speed that Christine could likely judge from her time in her old world as around 90 kilometers an hour. Moving Fast. It'd be a looong fucking walk back. If they wanted to go back.

What they were heading to was indeed in the center of a dark forested area, but not a dead one. Indeed, everything was even more alive then usual, chirping, screeching, hissing, growling, and in some cases reaching up for them from the trees but unable to catch them as they moved towards a massive well... Palace, landing on the roof made entirely of black volcanic glass, passing through a shimmer wall about a mile back that turned the sky into perfect night.

Upon landing, they were released and waiting for them was a man, 7 foot tall, with a long curling silver beard, and eyes to match, very tall, pointed ears and a very lithe build wearing a comfortable looking robe, his skin a dark shade of indigo. Dillian seemed nervous, but he didn't move to do anything and the man who looked no older then 30 smiled slightly at him and bowed his head. Well Met Winter Fox, Hunter. Ummm... Squirrel? I'm sorry there's no precedent for a squirrel person. But Welcome, My Lady would like to extend her gratitude that you accepted her invitation, and as her Mage, it is my duty to see you to your quarters. I am Salazar, I would prefer to be referred to as such, I must ask, would you prefer your own quarters? Or a group dwelling of your own. Your comfort has been made a paramount concern for me. He said, addressing Christine, but constantly looking to Ashlie and more noticeably, the ring she was wearing.
 
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The flight takes her by surprise, not that she really expected the trip to be short. Keeping to herself during the flight, Christine watches the sights below, particularly noting the large number of spiders apparently occupying the blighted area.

Palace of Shadows, indeed, she thinks as they land on the obsidian roof. Standing up, the kitsune notes the tall man here to greet them and listens carefully. Curtsying slightly to the dark elf, Christine pauses for a moment to consider her words before speaking out loud. "It is an honor to be invited, Lord Salazar. Please, call me Christine. A group dwelling will suffice, thank you very much."
 
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Salazar nods but holds up a finger. While I appreciate the title, please, Only Salazar. There's only one lord on these grounds. Even the Fey Kings and Queens would not hold title here. And of course, please. He said, gesturing for them to follow while their shadowy chauffers wander off.

Leading them inside, Christine sees that while the palace is dark, and yes, seemed to be scultped entirely of that dark glass, that the torches this place uses were the same she'd seen underground in the King's Chamber. Blue crystal carved into the likeness that cast an eerie but sufficient light that reflected off the mirror finish of the walls and ceiling like stars. It was a beautiful aesthetic effect.

The floor however was covered in thick carpet so they didn't get too disoriented and they were led down a sweeping flight of stairs 3 floors of the maybe 14 floor structure, to a large guest room, that had a common area, and 3 bedrooms, one Master, and two smaller but no less luxurious sleeping areas. They could all sleep in the one, or claim their own, the choice was theirs.

Stopping at the door as he let them in, he handed Christine a silver key. The Door Key Christine. Please make yourself comfortable, someone will be along within the hour to show you to my Lady. Again, thank you for accepting the invitation. She was quite adamant we didn't try and force your attendance. She has been watching you. But before I go, she did have one thing she wanted me to attend to. The Anklet you're wearing. She would like it removed whilst on her grounds. he said, gesturing to her ankle. Ashlie was already moving through the rooms, and Dillian doing the same, though He stayed in the commons and watched over Christine.
 
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Nodding in answer, Christine follows Salazar inside, quite impressed by the beauty of it all. Taking the offered key, she nods to him in thanks. Then the topic comes to the anklet. "But of course. If you would be so kind?" Christine says, offering her leg to the wizard.
 
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He nods and reaches down, inspecting the anklet. He covers his mouth with one hand, and mumbles something, while he strokes the gold gently, which to her great surprise, causes a seam to appear, and a snapping sound, the anklet falling away.

There we are. No angels here, Demons either. We can't have that, too much destruction. he says, handing the anklet to her which had reverted back to it's previous state, hinged open. With that he took his leave, the group safely behind a closed door to which they had a key.

We've got two choices of clothing! normal stuff. Or... Ok it's not clothing. The purple people have fun tastes. she said, holding up a collection of leather straps. She was wearing Nothing of course but clothing was there for the taking and Dillian just facepalmed as Ashlie darted back in to dig through an apparent closet full of perversion.
 
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"Thank you, Salazar." Christine smiles at the wizard before heading into the room. "Ooh, leather. Looks fun." The kitsune heads into the closet as well, digging through it with the squirrelgirl.
 
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Christine finds a collection of restraints that if she liked that kind of thing, would make her drool. gags in every shape with full harnesses, blindfolds, cuffs, straps, a straightjacket, and several tails with wide plugs. As well as a collection of dildos with swirling runes, that a touch to would reveal caused them to vibrate, warm up, and in some cases swell. She also found that only the person who activated the function, could De-activate it. So no one else could turn the toy off if she turned it on.

There were also a collection of heavier restraints made of steel, chains, shackles, collars in leather and steel, and a collection of long leather whips. Dillian was in his own little room doing dillian things while the girls handled restraints and Ashlie laid them all out on the bed one after the other.
 
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After sorting through all the toys, Christine stops to consider for a moment. "I suppose I shouldn't get carried away just yet, since I'll have an audience with the lady shortly." Regretfully she starts going through the ordinary clothes instead, seeing if anything would strike her fancy.
 
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The normal clothing is pretty plain to start, but a wardrobe leads Christine to find an assortment of dresses and gowns, some proper, some racey, one made of white silk with sapphires seems pretty fitting, with white stockings and heels to match the ankle length gown with a wide slit down the left leg, and a slit for her tails in the back with a note. Out in the wilds for awhile. Figured you'd maybe like something tailor made. Enjoy ~Lillith. it read.

The gown itself was a halter top form fitting silk affair that held a shine to it with sapphires cut and set in a curling pattern of what seemed like the three curling lines used to represent wind.

The heels were soft leather and hand made with a 4 inch point, and thin straps that wrapped aroudn her upper ankle and lower calf with a fist sized sapphire set in the halter top to rest in the front on her throat.
 
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After going through all the dresses once, Christine stops to consider her options. The white dress would create a nice contrast, but then she'd have to wear high heels, something she hadn't done since prom, and even with her enhanced dexterity, she wasn't entirely sure she could manage without making an embarrassment out of herself. Rifling through the rest of the clothing, she tries to see if there are any shoes there that don't have high heels.
 
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There was a pair of good soft doeskin hunting boots, a pair of heeled sadly leather dominatrix black boots, and to round off the selection, a pair of sandals designed much the same way as the white heels, but with white silk ribbon instead of straps, and of course, no heel.
 
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Picking the sandals to go with the white gown, Christine gets dressed and puts away the rest of the clothes, assuming Ashlie didn't want to put something on.
 
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Ashlie was too busy inspecting all the toys and gear to really care about clothing, But she stumbled across a pair of underwear at least, and then some pants, and finally a shirt. Happy with being dressed, she went back to looking at everything she had to play with.

A knock on the door came sooner then expected though, it was light, gentle, polite. Madam Christine. If you would. My Lady is excited and wishes to meet you sooner then expected... I apologize if this is inconvenient for you. Salazar called through the door.
 
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Christine goes to open the door. "No apologies necessary, Salazar. Let's go."
 
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Salazar bows as the door is opened and offers Christine his arm. Such a finely dressed woman. Allow me. he said, Christine swearing she could hear Dillian's teeth grinding in a moment of jealousy, but it passed.

Whether she accepted the offer or not, Salazar would lead her through the palacial structure down stairs and hallways that were twisting and mazelike before they entered through a set of double doors where Christine would see a woman waiting for her.

The woman in question was wearing a black gown set with onyx and silver, in a set of tall heels. Her skin wasn't the odd shade of violet like salazars, but pale white like her own and she smiled as Christine entered.

Her fingers were tipped in short well manicured claws and her hair fell behind her in a curtain of midnight, small silver stars woven into her hair as it fell to just above the floor. Her eyes were dark, but not unnaturally so, like an emerald green and she seemed no older then Christine herself.

Ahhh. I'm so happy you came! I've been watching you ever since you had a little tangle with one of the Wayward shadows! she said, standing from her place at the head of a large black dining table and stepping towards Christine, pulling out a chair for her where a place was already set for her evening meal.

I'm sorry, I personally don't eat much so we had to settle. I hope you enjoy coastal shrimp. And white wine, solar berry. she said, scooting Christine in to a plate set with well steamed and seasoned little shrimp, a loaf of dark rye bread if her nose was any indication, and a full glass of what her nose told her was yes, just wine. Retaking her own place which was only a couple chairs away in honesty, she took a drink and smiled. Well? What do you think? she asked, her voice dusky, svelte, pleasant on the ears, as she gestured around at the massive black glass room, hanging with blue torch glass and running silver chandeliers that twisted down like delicately made stalagtites.
 
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Smiling to Salazar, Christine takes the offered arm in her own, letting the dark elf lead her through the beautiful darkness and down below, into a darkly beautiful dining hall.

"My lady." Christine replies, curtsying formally to the pale woman, made even paler by the dark surroundings, and allowing herself to be ushered to a chair set out for her. Sipping her own wine, the kitsune answers the woman's inquiry: "It's beautiful. Eerie, but even more beautiful for it." Not certain of the etiquette, she starts nibbling the food in front of her, keeping an eye on the lady and listening attentively while doing so.
 
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