[Mini Event] Masquerade

Frey Beholders beware, there are no safe words (This applies to the group in the backroom) Safrin's candle did not quite set the mood. Not the right mood anyways. Sconces would suddenly appear on the wall, blazing a brilliant crimson that threw off relatively little light, plunging the room into a warm and sultry darkness. The temperature would subtly increase, and all those in the space would feel the unmistakable and shameless urge to shed their clothing. Though Frey had little love for the horrors that were the ascended, they would not have this night suffer. Besides, Bastien only had so many ways of pleasing the women gathered around him. He'd likely need an extra bit of flesh to take some of the responsibility off of him. As Bastien's hand slithered down Lucas' stomach, the ascended would feel a stirring that his present body would normally not allow. Indeed he would be able to perform wonderous tasks so long as he remained in the room. All present would feel their bodies loosen, their muscles relax and their minds open. The intoxicating smell of sex would be like an overture performed just for them, and in every single kiss and thrust and caress, there would be Frey. Their magic would be a source of ignition, a catalyst for pleasures that the group had never known. Safrin could keep her necklaces and candles.