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"We do. I'm sure with time we'll find something else to make a habit of." Stigr said casually, even as amusement slid very briefly across his expression. The councilman had the suspicion that it would make the younger man squirm. There were many things he would prefer to do with Soren, but, for now, the vampire would keep those things private. "We could go and watch one of the games outside being played. Unless you would like to join in on one of them, of course." They'd reached the bar by that point and Stigr ordered both of their drinks, turning to consider the human before he offered a smile. "I don't think it's something we need to worry about just yet. Worse things we could be doing, hm?"

He made his relief at that statement a little less obvious than his initial surprise, Soren hoped. He might've gone into this arrangement with open eyes, thinking he was prepared to cope with what would be asked of him. That hadn't made the past few weeks under Stigr's thumb feel any less like a surreal dream he might wake up from any moment. Like a dream, he was still trying to understand what he could get away with. When the councilman released him, Soren dutifully followed after, stepping quickly to walk by Stigr's side rather than behind him like he saw so many of the claimed slaves do. He gave the other an almost disbelieving look at the suggestion, the phrasing of it. How very friendly. "We seem to make a habit of that, don't we?" Soren said with polite flippancy, a casual observation, "I can count on one hand the conversations we've had without wine being involved. When do we start worrying that this is a problem?" If he wasn't to have his typical social outlet, he'd simply keep those skills fresh on Stigr himself. Soren had never met a charade he wouldn't cling onto like a life raft and he needed it then, in that room packed full of people.

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"We won't be here for much longer, I plan on heading back to the suite soon. But thank you for behaving yourself." It didn't surprise him that Noah found a party like this boring, especially when it was compared to some of the more sexual themed parties the castle was so fond of throwing. He didn't know who had come up with this idea initially, but given that Merek Hopper seemed to be having a very good time, he had his suspicions. "And, yes, this is how people used to dress. It's not something that I miss myself. Current suits are far superior to all of this. But you do look very good like this, Noah."

This was literally the least sexy party Krovs had ever thrown and Noah continued to be grumpy about it. Wasn't this a sex castle? Shouldn't all the masters want to show off all the hot bodies or their slaves and the castle want to advertise the unclaimed ones? Apparently not since this stupid party was about layers and too much clothing and was generally boring besides. Sure, Noah had had some interactions with people he liked but it was still irritating as fuck and he didn't feel nearly drunk enough yet to properly deal with it.

As if thinking of masters had summoned his, Stigr approached him and Noah sighed, looking down at the fancy stick and tossing it back and forth between his hands. "I haven't even hit one person! So yeah, I've been behavin' even if it's boring. Tell me no one ever actually really dressed like this and it's just like some stupid TV show thing?" He'd heard it was based on a TV show but it wasn't one he'd ever watched. Bastion seemed to have claimed that people had dressed like this but Noah struggled to believe it. Noah also wasn't going to mention that he'd nearly lost the cane when he'd danced with Bastion but he'd obviously retrieved it for whatever reason. Why carry around a weapon if you weren't going to use it as one? Didn't make any fucking sense to Noah.

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Having worked with Valentin as long as he had, it was a surprise to the vampire that the man was still at the party. Stigr himself was more than ready to head back to his suite, especially with the plans that he had for the night, but he felt it was important he stayed for at least another hour. "We do. Though I agree with you, I would much rather be at home." Stigr settled an arm against the bar, calmly surveying the people around them before his attention shifted back to Valentin once more and he gave him a faint smile. "I hope you've been enjoying yourself a little, at least. Even with this party being quite...tame compared to the others I've attended."

The Spanish councilman was nursing his own blood-infused whiskey. He had danced with people, had conversed with many. He was simply exhausted from all the social interaction. Valentin was more of an introvert. He enjoyed his solitude with perhaps small company if he was in the mood for it. These big balls and parties and events made him want to disappear into the forest for a week but if he did, he might not come back.

"Stigr," he greeted back. "I am ready for the evening to be over, if I am being quite honest with you. But we have our obligations..." Valentin slid his eyes to Stigr and let his gaze roam over his outfit before finding his eyes again.

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"I shouldn't be surprised. You've always had excellent taste...outside of that ridiculous white coat you seem so very fond of." Stigr had lost count of the number of times he'd tried to convince Khion to throw the thing away. There had even been a moment when he'd seriously considered making it disappear somehow himself, but he had the unpleasant suspicion that the pamola would simply go buy another one. And there was a very good chance that one would be worse. "Thank you. I had considered blue, but I thought green would stick out a bit more." The question made him smile slightly, reaching out to pull Khion a little closer. "You always improve my evenings."

"Charming as ever, aren't you, Stiggy," Khion hummed, a pleased smile spreading over his features as he watched the councilman with his hand. He so adored being worshipped and properly charmed by a wealthy gentleman like Stigr. "I picked it myself, obviously." Blue was his color, the same pale tones present in cold, winter, and ice that he associated so much with. Such deadly yet beautiful elements. "And you... green is definitely your color," the pamola praised as he drank in Stigr's own outfit with appreciation. "Are you enjoying yourself at this shindig so far or has my presence significantly improved your evening?"

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"Very." Not a word he would use for many, but it was fitting for Noel for a variety of reasons. The vampire let go of his hold on the one glass and brought his own drink to his lips, swallowing down some of the blood wine. As he did, he looked Noel's outfit over once again, the councilman's head tilting slightly. Not a surprise to find him in something less than colorful. "If you think you could find something for me to wear, I don't see why not." Stigr replied with a shrug, stepping closer to the reaper. "The festivities seem rather tame this time around, but it's fine. I doubt it will remain that way for much longer."

"Delicious?" Noel repeated the word holding it in his mouth as if he was pulling a flavor from it regarding the councilman whose outfit was quite different from his own. Colorful, but he did like Stigr in color and green always suited him especially with the colors outside where Noel was lurking in the shadow of a tree pressed back near a corner to stay out of the sunlight as if it would hurt him. It wouldn't, but habits were hard to break. "Is that your way of asking me to pick your outfit for the next event?" He took the offered glass. It was the wine he preferred. Expected from Stigr who did pay attention. "And how are you enjoying the festivities of this event?" Noel wanted to complain that it was too hot, but it wasn't, nor too cold. Everything was just right.

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It was hard to miss the way that Soren's shoulders tensed underneath his hand, but Stigr didn't care. After all, he'd made it clear that, at the end of the day, the human was there to entertain him and not the many guests around the room. Just because he had no intention of taking the younger man to his suite just yet, that didn't mean that the master was going to leave him alone until he'd had enough of the party. "It is, which is why I'm not steering you toward the doors." Stigr lightly squeezed Soren's shoulder and then let his arm drop, expecting the other man to continue following him without needing to be guided along. "You'll have more than enough time to return to that conversation. But I thought we might get a drink together."

Soren had the faintest prickle of premonition just before the vampire's hand landed on him, halting halfway through his attentive nod as he listened to the man speaking in their circle of guests. He couldn't help the way his shoulders stiffened, but he kept his expression pleasant and apologetic as Stigr steered him away, so very publicly. It had only been a matter of time before the councilman sought him out, he knew, but that didn't stop the faint annoyance Soren felt alongside his typical trepidation whenever Stigr was involved. He was actually good at this, the social schmoozing, all the party small talk and networking that had dominated a good part of his life before Krovs. Such a stupid thing to miss, but he missed it all the same. It wasn't like it had been any more authentic when he was Soren Mistry, either.

"I was," Soren said carefully, his eyes flicking longingly back to the staff members he'd been chatting with before they returned more slowly to Stigr's face. Maybe it was better not to tiptoe too close to anything resembling sass. He blinked, unfurrowing his brows, dipping his chin as he managed to hold the vampire's gaze. "Seems early to be thinking about leaving..." Hopefully that wasn't why Stigr was tugging him aside already.

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Stigr had been rather neutral when the idea of this event had started to be discussed. The vampire had very little idea about what Bridgerton was aside from the fact that it was some kind of show and he found that he hadn't really missed the costumes from that time. He hadn't complained, however, and had simply went along with the whole thing if only because he thought it might be somewhat entertaining to dress Noah (and Soren) in something a little different. Now, however, he found himself growing rather bored after a few hours. The vampire wandered toward one of the servers to get himself blood wine and found himself standing near one of his colleagues. "Valentin." He greeted with a faint nod. "How are you finding this party thus far?"

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Stigr had been rather neutral when the idea of this event had started to be discussed. The vampire had very little idea about what Bridgerton was aside from the fact that it was some kind of show and he found that he hadn't really missed the costumes from that time. He hadn't complained, however, and had simply went along with the whole thing if only because he thought it might be somewhat entertaining to dress Noah (and Soren) in something a little different. And then, of course, this particular event meant that he was able to see Khion in something much different. "Did you or Noel pick this out?" He asked as he approached Khion, quietly admiring the outfit, catching one of the pamola's hands to lift it so that he could press a brief kiss to the back. "Beautiful as ever."

@icebird-khion

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Once Stigr had ensured that both Noah and Soren were behaving themselves for the moment, the vampire had taken off to find Noel. It seemed only appropriate to spend the beginning of the night with the reaper, Stigr wanting to get his attention before anyone else could attempt to. On his way through the room, he stopped to grab them both wine -- human blood wine for himself and red wine for Noel. A small smile played at the corners of his lips as soon as he caught sight of the reaper, admiring the outfit Noel had chosen for the night. "You look delicious, älskling." He purred, leaning in to brush a kiss to Noel's cheek before he offered out the glass. "More stunning than what I chose for myself."

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Given that this was his first event with Soren practically belonging to him, Stigr had made sure to select the outfit that the human would be wearing. Not that anyone knew of their arrangement yet, of course, but that wasn't the point. Along with the pink suit that he'd picked out for Soren, there had been a small list of rules given to the other man. Nothing too difficult for him to follow, the two most important being that Soren behaved himself and that he would be going back to Stigr's suite by the end of the night. A prospect that perhaps made him squirm, but it wasn't as if villagers wouldn't be pairing themselves off with masters as the night ended.

Stigr had spent some time with various others before he decided to finally make his way to Soren. Given that most everyone seemed to be favoring a darker color palette for the evening, it wasn't difficult to spot the human and Stigr moved closer. He let a hand rest on Soren's shoulder, nodding at the men the human had been talking to before he steered him away. "I do hope you've been enjoying yourself tonight."

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Stigr had gone back and forth for awhile on what outfit he wanted to dress Noah in, but had finally settled on something green. The color somewhat matched what he was wearing to the event and he thought it would be quite flattering on his slave, even if the younger man might not enjoy the fashion. Stigr himself had been indifferent to the idea of some silly Bridgerton ball, having only the faintest idea of what Bridgerton even was. It was no surprise to him at all that Merek Hopper had suggested such a thing.

The councilman gave Noah a bit of space at the beginning of the ball, assuming that the younger man had some friends around that he would want to spend time with. Once Stigr had wrapped up his own affairs, he went in search of his slave. It took little time to find him and Stigr's gaze dropped to the cane. "I hope you've been behaving with that, Noah."

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There had been the briefest of considerations about simply having Soren get down onto his knees and just undo his pants, but Stigr had decided against that. Better to get the clothes out of the way now, especially since the vampire planned to do far more with the human than just having Soren suck his cock. A kinder, gentler man might have taken their time and eased the younger man into his new circumstances, but Stigr was sure that Soren had known exactly what he was agreeing to when he'd said yes to replacing his brother. It wasn't the vampire's problem if it initially made the human in some way uncomfortable. As far as he was concerned, that was something that Soren would have to get over. And quickly.

He watched him closely, admittedly curious if Soren would be a good boy or if he'd need to be a little more forceful with the man to get what he wanted. It seemed that the younger man was going to be obedient for now and Stigr smiled, watching as Soren lowered himself down onto his knees. He raised an eyebrow at him a second later, tilting his head. "If I hadn't wanted you to remove everything, I would have told you, kattunge." The vampire replied smoothly, deciding to take some level of pity on Soren as he moved to unlace his own shoes, taking them off and setting them aside. "I don't play those sorts of mind games where I expect you to guess what I want." Not right away, at least.

Soren's gaze darted back to Stigr's face at the movement, hating the smile he saw there, like his answer was just another thing the vampire had already predicted. The human was feeling vulnerable enough already without the elder circling him like a vulture, but at least he had himself mastered enough not to turn to keep his eyes on him. As if it would make a difference. Soren knew how keen a vampire's senses were, likely Stigr could fucking smell it on him - the fear. The councilman had spent years in a pleasure palace stocked with good-looking men trained for this. Hell, Soren wasn't blind or vain enough to not realize Taliesin must have suited Stigr's tastes more. How much really could he possibly offer him?

He was frozen a moment again as the order registered, like he was still waiting for Stigr to change his mind. But Soren's fingers were steady when he reached for Stigr's suit jacket, he could be proud of that, even if he fumbled a moment before ultimately deciding to drape it over the back of the couch. He was almost surprised Stigr wanted himself undressed. Was it better or worse than just getting put on his knees and told to fish his dick out like a - Soren couldn't finish that thought. He wasn't even getting paid for this, staring blindly at the other's collarbone instead of his face as he worked open his shirt. Once the councilman was bare to the waist, Soren's eyes flicked down, swallowing thickly against the dryness in his throat.

He'd have to get his shoes first if Stigr wanted him to take off the trousers too, Soren thought, feeling ridiculous and a little frantic. He sank down to his knees anyways, not entirely sure he wouldn't sprint for the door in the next second if he didn't. "Do you..." His fingers hovered over Stigr's calf, not quite confident enough to make contact before Soren finally looked up again, eyes dragging slowly to the vampire's. His voice sounded tiny to his ears. "Everything?"

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"With how quick you were to grab things, I think 'just a little while' may be an understatement." The councilman purred once Enzo pulled his fingers from his mouth, his lips quirking up into a small smirk. Stigr wasn't worried at all about letting the siren have this level of control over him, the younger man having earned more than enough trust in the time that they'd been dating. The vampire's legs spread a little further, a throaty laugh escaping the older man at the teasing touch to his caged cock. The laugh shifted into a sharp moan, Stigr tipping his head back as he rocked down against Enzo's fingers. "I'm rather surprised you haven't tried to do this more often."

Enzo couldn't help but smirk at the question, eyes focused entirely on Stigr and the other's reaction to the tug on the clamps. "Mm, just a little while," he murmured softly in response, toying with the idea of raising Stigr's lust to a level that would be absolutely unbearable. "That's it," Enzo purred, enjoying the feeling of the councilman's mouth around his fingers, pressing a little against his tongue to get them wet. He slowly drew them out once they were coated in spit, moving his hand down between Stigr's legs, trailing over the other's caged cock before finding his hole. Enzo teased the rim just a little before pressing both fingers inside, crooking them just slightly to tease that sensitive spot inside him. "I like having you like this."

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"No? From my experience, it always seems that the slaves who enjoy running their mouths also derive some pleasure from the masters who put them firmly back in their place." While Stigr could certainly see why some masters found that so enticing, he much preferred to not have to punish his slaves frequently. Not when there were so many other enjoyable things to do. A smile played briefly around his lips as he eyed the slave. "Well. You know how to avoid drawing their attention again, don't you?"

He was making a face at his suggestion, a look of 'the audacity' before he was shaking his head. "No- nope. That is not me, I am not one of those slaves," He said it quickly, a bit too judgmental for his liking. "Not that i'm not into that- wait- okay- I can't believe I just said that, I just mean I don't like it when it's from someone I don't like or know." He just had respect for himself, though he was learning that state of mind was seen as prude-ish around here. "Yeah. They've made that quite clear already. It fucking sucks."

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"You've never seemed to mind." Not that Stigr was ever particularly cruel to Khion. The master exhaled softly at the feel of the younger man's hips moving, his hands dropping down to rest lightly on the pamola's hips. Leaning in, Stigr pressed his lips lightly against Khion's neck, an almost purr sounding from the councilman. While he much preferred the other man as a man, there was no denying that Khion was incredibly gorgeous as a woman. He settled back against his chair after a moment, amusement written all over the older man's expression at the stern look he was given. "I will do my very best." Stigr reassured him, his head tipping back with a soft moan as Khion finally started to move. The councilman would have preferred to take over and fuck the pamola against the table, but there was plenty of time to do that later. He rocked his hips up a little, intently watching Khion's expression with clear hunger.

"Cruel bastard," Khion repeated with a contented sigh, feeling much better and relaxed now that he was full of Stigr. He shifted and rolled his hips slightly, testing the different sensations down there in this female body, it not unfamiliar but certainly more sensitive. Perhaps that was also the spell affecting him. "You'll need to make sure you order for us," he instructed Stigr with as stern of a look as he could muster. He expected the server would come by again any moment and Khion's appetite wouldn't be disturbed by, well, another appetite.

Now used to the feeling of having a cock up his cunt the pamola held on fast to the councilman's shoulders as he built up a proper rhythm rolling and bouncing on that dick he liked so much. He didn't care they were in public, moans and whines and gasps leaving his parted lips with every move perfectly targeting the deepest drive inside himself.

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"That does seem like a better use of our time." Stigr agreed, a small smile on his lips as he leaned in to press a kiss to Khion's cheek. Not interested in dancing for much longer, he took hold of the pamola's hand and began to lead him away from the dance floor and toward one of the tables. "And that would entirely depend on what you are feeling today. Would you like something public or would you prefer somewhere a little more private?"

"Perhaps you might," Khion replied, mirroring Stigr's smile with a mischievous one of his own. He loved stirring shit even where no shit existed to begin with. He didn't have a lot to do around here in Krovs and a bored pamola found entertainment in his own ways. "I've not had the pleasure of meeting many celestials, but you're right. The few ones that I've met here were pretty boring. Ironic Mistry is pining for one given the dude's hardly virtuous and can't handle being bored."

The pamola let out a weary-sounding sigh as the song ended and another started up. "Enough about Taliesin and his woes though. I think we should talk more about how pretty I am and what you should be doing about that."