lisa stared at the "ceremonial outfit" the Matriarch’s servants had laid out for her.
"You want to wear THIS?"
It was barely fabric. Two strips of silk covered her tits—sort of—connected by gold chains that draped across her stomach. The bottom was worse: a skirt so short that if she bent even slightly, everyone would get a full view of her ass. The whole thing was deep purple, matching her skin tone so well that from a distance she’d look naked.
"Is sothing wrong?" Silviana asked from behind the changing screen. Her shadow moved as she dressed. Even her silhouette looked lewd. "The ceremonial garb of unity has been worn by nim dignitaries for centuries."
[Centuries of nim trying not to flash entire crowds, apparently.]
"It’s just... there’s not much of it."
"That’s the point! It shows you have nothing to hide!" The Matriarch erged laughing from behind her screen.
lisa’s brain stopped working.
Silviana wore sothing similar but sohow even more revealing. White silk that made her moonlight hair glow, barely containing her massive tits. Her cock was only technically covered, the outline visible through the thin fabric. Every step made sothing bounce or jiggle.
"See? We match!"
[I’m going to die. This is how I die. Not in battle, but from terminal horniness.]
"Now co! The people await!"
Before lisa could protest, Silviana grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the door.
---
The streets were packed.
Kitsune and nim alike stopped to stare as they passed. So bowed, others whispered, and more than a few openly gawked at the amount of skin on display.
"Matriarch! Lady Blackfla!" A young nim girl ran up, offering flowers.
Silviana accepted them graciously, then tucked one behind lisa’s ear.
"There! Now you’re properly decorated!"
They continued through the market district. lisa tried to walk normally, but the skirt kept riding up. Every few steps she had to tug it down, which only made her tits bounce in the barely-there top.
"Stop fidgeting, darling," Silviana said, her tone amused. "You look delicious."
"That’s the problem!"
"No, that’s the solution! See how the people react? They’re not seeing a threat. They’re seeing a beautiful nim walking confidently beside their leader."
A group of kitsune soldiers whistled as they passed. One called out sothing in a different language that made Silviana laugh.
"What did they say?"
"They asked if you’re available after the festival."
lisa’s face went purple.
"Tell you didn’t—"
"I told them to get in line!"
lisa blinked.
They stopped at a fruit stand where the vendor, an elderly kitsune, imdiately started fussing over them.
"Matriarch! You’re too thin! Here, take these!" She shoved lons into both their arms. "And you, little nim! You need more at on those bones!"
"Thank you, grandmother," Silviana said warmly. "Your kindness feeds the soul."
As they walked away, arms full of fruit, lisa asked:
"Does everyone just... give you things?"
"Usually! It’s considered good luck to gift the Matriarch." She bit into a peach, juice running down her chin. lisa pictured herself licking the juice off and quickly shook her head. "Plus I fucked half the city in my younger days. They rember fondly."
lisa nearly dropped her lons.
"Half the city?"
"Conservative estimate. I had quite the appetite." She glanced at lisa. "Still do, actually."
[Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about—damn it.]
"You ntioned your younger days. What were those like?"
Silviana’s eyes got a distant look.
"Wild. I wasn’t supposed to be Matriarch, you know. I was fourth in line. But my sisters all declined or died, and suddenly there I was, twenty-three with nine tails and no idea what I was doing."
"How did you manage?"
"Badly at first! I nearly started three wars in my first year, mostly between kitsune factions. Kept trying to solve diplomatic disputes with orgies."
"Did it work?"
"More often than you’d think! Hard to stay angry when you’re getting your dick sucked."
An older kitsune approached, bowing deeply.
"Matriarch, the preparations for tomorrow’s preliminary events are complete."
"Excellent! This is lisa Blackfla, she’ll be performing with Rakia."
The woman’s eyes widened.
"The nim mage? An honor!" She turned to lisa. "My granddaughter speaks of nothing but you. She’ll be thrilled to know I t you!"
After she left, Silviana nudged her.
"See? You’re already famous. A few more walks like this and the whole city will love you."
They turned onto the theater district. Perforrs practiced in the streets, juggling fire and doing acrobatic flips. Several stopped to bow as they passed.
"Matriarch!" A young kitsune approached, shirtless and painted in swirling designs. "Will you honor us with a preview performance?"
"Not today! Save your energy for the festival!"
"Then perhaps the Lady Blackfla would grace us with a spell?"
All eyes turned to lisa.
[Fuck.]
"I don’t think—"
"Show them sothing," Silviana suggested. "Just a small demonstration."
lisa raised her hand, drew a spellsign, and muttered an incantation.
Her signature spell, naturally.
A sphere of blue fire materialized above her palm, casting an eerie light.
The crowd gasped. Soone started clapping, then everyone joined in.
"The stories are true!"
"A nim mage!"
"She’s incredible!"
lisa extinguished the fla, her face burning.
"That was perfect," Silviana said softly. "They’ll talk about this for weeks."
"Good?"
"Very."
---
They found Rakia’s workshop in chaos, as usual.
Music blasted from sowhere, paint splattered the walls in new patterns, and in the center of it all, Rakia had Queen Aria standing on a platform while she prowled around her with fabric samples.
"No, no, NO! The silver washes you out! You need jewel tones! Sothing that makes those eyes pop!"
Aria stood there in what looked like three different outfits at once, fabric pinned everywhere, looking thoroughly overwheld.
"Rakia, I appreciate the enthusiasm, but—"
"LISA!" Rakia spotted them and bounded over. "Perfect timing! Tell Her Majesty she needs the sapphire, not the silver!"
lisa scratched her head, smiling a tad embarrassed.
"I don’t think I’m qualified to—"
Rakia grabbed her face and kissed her. Full tongue, no warning.
[Every. Fucking. Ti!]
... Not that lisa minded (much).
When she pulled back, she was grinning.
"Now you’re qualified! So?"
Aria’s face was red. Silviana was cackling.
"The sapphire," lisa managed, swallowing. "Definitely the sapphire."
"See? The nim mage herself agrees!"
She bounced back to Aria, pulling pins and adjusting fabric. The queen shot lisa a look that was part embarrassnt, part sothing else. Maybe jealousy.
[Nah, wishful thinking.]
"Rakia, dear," Silviana said, "might we borrow your fitting room? I need to adjust lisa’s ceremonial wear."
"Sure! Don’t fuck too loud though, I need the queen to concentrate!"
"RAKIA!" Aria and lisa said simultaneously.
But Silviana was already dragging lisa to the back room.
The fitting room was small, intimate. Mirrors on every wall made it feel both bigger and more overwhelming.
Silviana shut the door and turned to face her.
"Let see you properly."
She circled lisa slowly, occasionally adjusting a chain or tugging the skirt slightly lower.
"You wear it well. Not everyone can pull off ceremonial dress."
"Because most people have sha?"
"Because most people lack confidence." She stopped in front of lisa, placing both hands on her face. "You’re overthinking everything."
"There’s a lot to think about."
"The festival, the politics, the remnants of the Shadow Mages, yes. But you’re here, in Yalmir, surrounded by beauty and pleasure and possibility. Don’t let the weight of it all crush the joy."
Her thumbs stroked lisa’s cheeks. The touch sent heat through her whole body.
"The Matriarch of Yalmir probably shouldn’t be feeling up foreign dignitaries."
"The Matriarch of Yalmir does whatever she wants." Her face got closer. "The question is what do you want?"
[So many things I shouldn’t.]
"I want the festival to go well."
"Boring answer." But she pulled back, smiling. "Though I suppose responsible. You’ll make an excellent diplomat soday."
She moved to the door, then paused.
"Enjoy yourself, lisa. Whatever happens with the festival, with the politics, with the Shadow Mages—none of it matters if you forget to live while you’re here."
Then she was gone, leaving lisa alone with her reflection.
From the main room, she heard Rakia squeal about sothing, followed by Aria’s exasperated voice. Then laughter.
lisa adjusted the ceremonial outfit one more ti, took a deep breath, and went to rejoin the chaos.
[Two days left.]
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