A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Twenty Two

Despite her lack of experience in other aspects of life, such as telling the difference between rats and mice, Amber Vishra knew how to behave at a soirée. “Just stand next to me” she told an uncomfortable Cadwarra “Mama will come over as soon as she gets a chance and formally welcome you to the Vishra mansion. Then we can mingle.”

Both Ladies looked resplendent in their new Clothspinner gowns. Amber’s had long sweeping skirts to her ankles. As she moved the skirts’ material swayed so as to cling and mold oh so briefly around thigh or hip or buttock, giving the men just a tantalizing hint of one part of her shapely young figure then another. Her bosom was fully covered but in a material so transparent she may as well have been topless. The material clung to her breasts quite invitingly and several of Papa’s associates came over to request a dance…and get a better look at her tits.

Amber figured they just wanted to feel her young newbies brushing against their chests while they waltzed with her. She graciously declined each invitation by indicating she was keeping the Lady Cadwarra company until she had been properly introduced to the Matriarch, then, she promised, she would come look for them and have that dance. She implored them not to leave the gathering until she had done so.

She hoped that at least half of them would have found a more willing dance partner by then and would have disappeared into one of the many rooms available for such opportunities. She wanted Diamander some more, not one of Papa’s pervy old cronies.

Amber made sure to introduce Cadwarra to every one of the men that came over, partly hoping they would hit on the well-endowed Feir’Dal and leave her alone and partly hoping poor Cadwarra would be spared such unwelcome attention.

The men all complimented Cadwarra’s gown as they bowed graciously to this new debutante, captivated by her beauty.

Indeed, Cadwarra looked stunning in her new dress. Clothspinner-Willington had suggested forest green for the colour trimmed with dark grey. She wore a silk choker of black and matching black gloves up past her elbows. Her arms were otherwise bare to her shoulders. Her long hair had been done up very elegantly by the servant girl while she had waited for her gown to be finished.

Cadwarra’s breasts perched in a quartercup bralette above a synched corselet. The quartercup left most of her breasts exposed, covering only the boobs below the nipples.

“You need the bralette of the gown to cup each breast just enough so the breast jiggles tantalizingly in its cradle but cannot fall out of your top.” Clothspinner-Willington had explained that afternoon. “Each breast will be securely held in place by the bralette, but the illusion is that the breast seems to be threatening to spill out at any moment for all to enjoy. The men at tonight’s affair can’t help but notice your endowment.”

The quartercup bralette itself did not cover her nipples. They were covered by a very open lace not structurally part of the quartercup. The lace was there to pretend to hide her nipples. It did no such thing, of course. Every man that came over could see her little soldiers under the shear lace. They were ‘announcing her thoughts’.

Like Amber’s, Cadwarra’s skirts fell to her ankles. There was a long slit on the right side. When she moved a plentiful glimpse of thigh would show. “But why insist on such long skirts when you have a slit in the skirts up to my hip” she had queried Clothspinner-Willington. “I assume you think I should show some leg. If so, why not just save on material and make the skirts way shorter”

Clothspinner-Willington had been amused by the lovely Paladin’s frugal inclinations. He had heard that Cadwarra was a part of that fracas out in Antonica the other day and her practical bent with respect to her dress decisions suggested she rightly belonged in a suit of armour.

Thus deciding this Paladin was a Lady deserving of respect, he had taken the time to explain the purpose of a slit in a long skirt. “Lady Cadwarra, imagine, if you will, a hypothetical man sees a naked woman walking on one side of the street and he sees another lady properly clothed walking on the other side of the street. The properly clothed woman has on a long dress with a slit in the skirts such that as she walks a very, very brief glimpse of her lower limb very occasionally is shown. Very occasionally. Now, tell me, M’Lady, which woman does that hypothetical man look at?”

Cadwarra had not followed where Clothspinner-Willington was going. “Obviously, the naked woman” she had answered. “I mean, that is how Tunare intended the male mind to work.”

Clothspinner-Willington smiled politely. “Tunare is much too clever for such simplicity. I fear you ladies almost always get the answer wrong. The man looks at the lady so briefly flashing a little thigh, not the unclad one. Every man does. He is intrigued by what may be revealed, not by what is revealed. And that’s why I recommend we give your gown long skirts to your ankles with a high, elegant slit on one side such that occasionally, very occasionally, you will show a little thigh and the men will notice you and become…interested.”

Cadwarra had blinked, puzzled. “I see” she had lied.

A heavily pregnant girl waddled over to Amber and Cadwarra to interrupt Cadwarra’s recollections of her pleasant afternoon in the dress shop. She was hardly older than Amber. Cadwarra thought her quite pretty, big swollen belly and all. “Hello, Amber” the Waddler said, kissing Amber’s cheek. “Good to see you.”

“Good to see you, too, Alweya.” Amber indicated Cadwarra “Alweya, this is Cadwarra. Cadwarra, this is Alweya; one of Papa’s mistresses.”

Cadwarra air-kissed Alweya’s cheeks, not sure if “congratulations” was the correct thing to say.

While they exchanged pleasantries, Amber added quite conversationally “Cadwarra has bedded Papa, too. Not only has she bedded Papa, but she is also doing the jiggy with my cousin Diamander pretty regular.”

The way Amber spoke, Cadwarra got the impression it was intended as an accolade not a condemnation and quite contrary to the way she spoke in Papa’s office when she first met Cadwarra.

Alweya actually looked pleased to hear Cadwarra was bedding the Marshall. “Oh! Do look after Lord Vishra for me!” She proudly patted her huge tummy. “As you can see I will be quite busy as soon as this little girl is born.”

Amber put her hand on Alweya’s swollen belly. “How is my little sister doing?” she asked.

“Kicking, can you feel her? Cadwarra, you feel her, too…I mean…if you want.”

Lord Vishra’s little daughter truly was a kicker. Cadwarra kept her hand on Alweya’s belly a long moment, wishing the child a happy life. She thought of someday having a child kicking in her own tummy. She suddenly wished she and Fayt had made a baby.

“I love your dress” Amber told Alweya before Cadwarra was finished feeling the kicks and pondering what ifs.”Where did you get it?”

“It’s a Clothspinner!” Alweya beamed proudly then slyly asked Amber with mock cleverness and an increasingly excited, sing-song voice “I think yours is a Clothspinner, too-ooo, Am…berrrr!”

“Yes, it is!” Amber responded with equal excitement.

The two girls suddenly grabbed hands and jumped up and down screeching ecstatically. “Cadwarra is also wearing a Clothspinner!” Amber shouted, half turning toward Cadwarra while still jumping.

The two jumping girls enthusiastically grabbed both Cadwarra’s hands so Cadwarra started to screech and jump up and down, too, feeling a little foolish for doing so. As Clothspinner-Willington intended, her breasts jiggled attractively but did not spill free of the gown.

Everybody finally stopped jumping. With a mischievous grin, Alweya asked the naughty question Amber had not dared to ask Cadwarra. “Did Master Daniel try that silly line on you about how he needed to measure you in the buff? Did you get a complimentary Clothspinner towel for your…co-operation?”

Cadwarra merely blushed and that got Alweya and Amber giggling, jumping and screeching even more. “We all fell for that trick the first time” Alweya confessed and lowered her voice to quietly add “he sure likes titfucking!”

It all ended when a serious older man came over and intoned “Amber, Alweya, are you two going to introduce me to your beautiful friend?”

Amber remembered her dignity and, returning to her hostess duties, told the older man “Uncle Triander, this is Cadwarra. Cadwarra, this is my uncle, Triander Vishra, Diamander’s father.”

Uncle Triander smiled brightly at the mention of Cadwarra’s name and took her hand. “So, this is the young Wood Elf that has straightened out my son’s faggotry by pining him down and forcing him to try some good female-on-top bed wrestling.” He shook Cadwarra’s hand gratefully, glancing briefly down to admire her lace covered nipples then looking back up into her pretty face. “Well done, Young Lady! My wife and I knew he was cured when we saw him with that manly haircut you gave him. We were worried he would never get over that foolish cocksucking phase of his.”

Cadwarra tried to be modest. “Why, thank you, Lord Triander. I am sure any girl could have introduced him to the pleasures of sleeping with a woman.”

“Oh, you are too humble, Miss Cadwarra. That body of yours worked magic on my confused boy, you must concede.” Uncle Triander thought a moment. “Perhaps I need to introduce you to a friend of mine whose son is equally misdirected. He’d forget all about his queer, cocksucking boyfriend if we can just get him to lie with you for a good hard bit of humping.” Uncle Triander gave her body an appreciative once-over, leading Cadwarra to suspect he wouldn’t mind a ‘good hard bit of humping’ with her, too.

Uncle Triander changed the subject. “Diamander needs to bring you around to our home to meet his mother. Jemella has been pestering me to arrange a get-together to meet her son’s lover.” He took a quick look around the room but did not spot his wife. “She is around here somewhere. She’ll need to come say hello. We’ll organize a dinner party.”

Someone hailed Triander from across the room, beckoning him jovially. He let go of Cadwarra’s hand and waved back. “Please forgive me, Ladies. I need to go convince Lord Balthar over there to change his vote on a very important issue. I would rather stay with you three enchanting girls, of course, but politics take precedence.”

Uncle Triander took one last look at Cadwarra’s perfect nipples then promised her “I will have my wife send out a dinner invitation, Miss Cadwarra. We’ll include my friend’s deviant son. You could maybe work your magic on him after he’s had a little wine. If we sit him next to you, you can rub thighs with him and get all handsy under the table then talk him into accompanying you to a cozy room we will prepare…that should straighten the boy out.” Without waiting for Cadwarra to agree to the planned conversion therapy he bowed to the trio and hurried off.

Cadwarra mulled over Uncle Triander’s words, she was not sure she should be sexually assaulting any other young, misguided funnyboys, seeing as how much trouble Marshall Vishra had needed to go to to clear her of her previous rape charges. She also anticipated that the three Jurors would have talked about her to the other nine and she would find herself with many more Jurors to please as thanks for her second acquittal.

She scanned the room for Lord Vishra, hoping he could advise her, but he did not seem to be in the crowd. She saw Diamander across the room chatting with several young men around his age; socially positioned young scions of the wealthy and powerful houses of Qeynos whom the Vishra family was obliged to flatter.

Cadwarra’s Elven hearing easily discerned what someone was saying to Diamander about her. “Really, Diamander? You and that big-chested Wood Elf are screwing? You aren’t just using her as a beard? We always thought you were a bit ‘light in the lavender loafers’, you know? Are you really fucking her brains out? Is she tight? What kinky stuff does she like? Does she suck cock? Swallow?”

The young lad asking was a tad younger than the rest of the group. A slightly older young man chastised him. “Really, Shockley, that’s a bit personal. Show some respect for the lady.” The younger lad asked no further nosy questions, having been properly scolded.

This brief exchange amused Cadwarra. Her experience with females was that they would stand there and discuss the size of their husbands’ cocks and their boyfriends’ sexual preferences until the wine ran out. They would boast unashamedly how they callously refused their partners’ repeated overtures for sex.

Men were different, she had observed. Once past a certain age, they started to have self-imposed limits on how much they said in public about their lovers and their lovers’ bodies. Cadwarra, benefiting from her acute hearing ability, found males to be the classier gender in this regard. They might quietly discuss their love life with a best friend while hunched over a pint in the most secluded gorange of the tavern, but details such as Shockley had asked were not divulged.

Cadwarra’s reflections on the nature of maturing young men were interrupted by a very attractive woman in her late thirties approaching the trio of ladies. Amber and Alweya gave her a curtsy so Cadwarra did a curtsy, too. It was a very awkward genuflexion due to Cadwarra’s lack of instruction on such matters. The woman either did not notice Cadwarra’s poor execution or at least acted like she did not.

“Good evening, Mama” Amber said.

Lady Vishra ignored the revealing material not hiding Amber’s cute buds from male guests, unsurprised by her daughter’s exhibitionistic fashion choices. She did, however, make a mental note to ask Master Daniel which of his foolish apprentices allowed her teenage daughter to talk him into sewing such a naughty little number for her to wear .

“Good evening, Honey” Lady Vishra greeted her child. “I am so glad you made it. Your Papa told me you were stuck out on the Antonica dock due to those horrid Gnolls.”

“Yes, they were horrid, Mama!” Amber then added boastfully “but there’s less of them now.”

“You poor thing. But we need to talk about more pleasant topics on this lovely evening. Come to lunch tomorrow, I need to hear all about it then.” Cadwarra did not feel Lady Vishra was being condescending to her daughter. Cadwarra suspected Lady Vishra was a wife who realized she would best serve her husband if she knew everything she could possibly learn about things like unexpected Gnoll attacks or which ships had brought what cargo into harbour that morning.

Lady Vishra turned to Alweya to gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek. “So glad you made it, Dear. You aren’t too tired are you, being so close to your due date?”

“Thank you, Lady Vishra. I had a short nap this afternoon because I did not want to miss this evening. I trust you and your new daughter are feeling alright as well?”

“Thank you, my Dear” Lady Vishra patted her own stomach, still flat in her early months “we are both doing fine.” Lady Vishra beckoned over a servant with a tray full of champagne. She looked at Cadwarra while waiting for the drinks to weave their way through the crowd. “Girls, do you two mind introducing me to your friend?”

“Mama, this is Cadwarra.”

Any vestige of resentment Lady Vishra had had for Cadwarra dallying with her husband and her other lovers disappeared. The little Elf was impossible to dislike. She decided Cadwarra was just the cutest thing. No wonder her husband could not keep his mitts off her. “Miss Cadwarra. At last we meet.”

The Vishra Matriarch gave Cadwarra a formal embrace and, looking at her dress, asked theatrically “My Dear, is this a Clothspinner gown?” As a good hostess she was giving Cadwarra a chance to announce modestly that it was indeed a Clothspinner gown. Lady Vishra already knew it was. Not three hours earlier, she had seen the bill come in for Cadwarra’s garment, accessories and hairstyling included. The total was outrageous, especially considering she had not yet approved Cadwarra as one of her husband’s designated mistresses. And yet she had to admit Cadwarra looked so beautiful in the gown.

“It’s perfect” Lady Vishra announced of Cadwarra’s dress when Amber and Alweya enthusiastically confirmed it was a Clothspinner on Cadwarra’s behalf. She gave it another admiring up-and-down. “My husband will want to see how beautiful it is” she assured Cadwarra then spoke of outstanding business. “He has asked me to make sure I bring you to his office to sit in on a meeting. He is wrapping up some business regarding all these vicious Gnoll attacks.