[Monty, for his part, grins right back at Renart before answering in a tone that says he's only teasing.]
I will, of course be expecting you to refer to Renart and I, exclusively, as Mistress and Master. And you will be required to last a minimum of three rounds or a whipping may follow.
[ Monty. Royce chokes a bit on his food and goes bright red. ]
I -- Mar's sake. [ He kind of laughs, covering his face with a hand. ] You're ridiculous. [ A beat. And then, almost slyly: ] The minimum of three rounds I'm sure I could manage, but the other rule I might object to.
Oh, very well! [Monty sighs as if he's being entirely put upon.] Mademoiselle, it is, if you're both insistent. [He takes a moment to eat a bit more before carrying on.]
Really, though, there aren't any particular rules apart from telling us what you do and don't like. Mind-reading is not a particular skill I've been graced with, and we're both working on our communication. [A more meaningful glance at Renart follows that.]
[Renart grins cutely at Monty, taking another bite of dinner. He's being cute, and he's right - they've both been pretty good at improving their communication skills. This is another opportunity to build on that.]
Indeed. [Monty reaches out toward Royce just to touch him.] You've been patient for us while we've sorted ourselves out, my dear fellow. It's the least we can do.
[He sits back before smirking again.]
But tell me, how do you feel about a maid outfit? [He means for Renart if they go there--they probably won't--but Monty isn't going to elaborate. Royce had claimed he'd be easy to fluster to Alfie. Monty intends to prove Royce is far easier.]
[ Royce hums a little, soft, as Monty reaches to touch.
As far as the rest - Royce figures they're both going to try to make him blush, and so he's on guard for that, but in this particular case? Royce doesn't have the same associations with sexy maid outfits as either of them. He's from a medieval fantasy world and the stereotypical French Maid idea doesn't exist.
So he sort of just raises an eyebrow at Monty, vaguely amused. ] Hm. Sounds uncomfortable. I thought the point was to be out of our clothing.
[Renart knows Monty well enough to be able to tell that that question is meant to be both sassy and ambiguous, though she needs to take a momentary pause from eating to make sure she doesn't choke on her food as she pushes the urge to laugh down. Keeping a straight face, she idly circles her fork around her plate.]
It's really only uncomfortable if a corset is involved.
[Not quite the reaction Monty was looking for, but he'll navigate it.]
Well, certain pieces of clothing, certainly. But you might be surprised how enjoyable it can be to keep a few on. Not a corset, but stockings... a very short skirt, a top that a hand can be so very easily slid into.
[His solicitous gaze drifts toward Renart.]
And then there are the accouterments for such a costume.
[ Oh. It's a thing. Okay, Royce gets it. He pauses, and glances at Renart, too. He's not going to complain about a very short skirt and stockings, honestly, that's something that catches his attention every time. ]
Mm. [ Royce says, eloquently. He's pretty sure he's about done eating. ] Well. Perhaps the two of you can show me properly what it's supposed to be like.
[Yeah, it hasn't escaped her notice that they're both looking at her. That's cute, and probably one of the downsides to being the only woman in the threesome - it's not like either of them are offering to dress up.
She sighs exaggeratedly, putting her fork down and going for more wine.]
Well, since the two of you seem so interested, I suppose I could indulge you.
[Monty certainly won't be dressing up as a French maid for this little foray, but he'd wear some costume if she asked. He's already in the attire of a gentleman. Though, perhaps...]
I think you'll find some appropriate attire the other room. I think I'll join you. I've something in mind that might be there, as well.
[He smiles at Royce playfully and rises to show Renart out and into the the nearby living room. A French maid outfit is laid of for her and a slightly modified suit for him. He shucks his coat, waistcoat, and tie, along with his buttondown and pulls on a short-sleeved number that shows off his muscular arms. He knows Renart likes them.]
What do you think? I thought I might play butler to your maid for him.
[ Aw, no fair. Royce stays where he is, watching them go with a curious look. He shifts, scooting his chair back so he can try and peek at them from where he's sitting, since he's unsure if he should follow or not. ]
[Okay, they're doing this. Renart smiles lightly and stands, following Monty off into the living room. Her grin widens when she sees the French maid outfit. Goodness, this is equal parts erotic and ridiculous.]
I think you might scare him off at this rate.
[Not that she isn't going to put the damn thing on. She's saying that as she removes her sweater, tugging her dress over her head.]
[Royce will have a view of Monty half-undressed, at least, though he does pull on his short-sleeved shirt quickly to do up.]
I think he's a stronger heart than you give him credit for. [Monty's voice is low and teasing; though, with Royce's enhanced hearing, maybe he'll hear them, anyway.] And the body is certainly willing, from what I've seen. [He does consider her for a long moment at her own questions.]
Yes... keep them on. I rather do enjoy taking them off of you, myself. [Monty finishes doing up his shirt and pulls on the waistcoat before doing himself up a bowtie, leaving it at just that. No jacket. So scandalous!] Did you want any... ah, implements to tease with? A feather duster, perhaps?
[Once her dress is off she'll pull the maid outfit on, leaving her stockings on like Monty wants. It's taking her a little longer than him to change, given her new clothing more complicated and she keeps pausing to watch him.]
Alright. I think he'll appreciate that.
[And she raises her voice, directing her next remark to Royce:]
[Monty goes to a cabinet to fetch a clean feather duster and will help Renart getting dressed.]
Shall we entice him as our royal guest tonight?
[He'll hand off the duster to Renart once she's ready and straightens himself before offering her his arm and marching them back toward the dining room.]
Your Majesty! Our apologies for taking so terribly wrong. My maid's been off polishing everything up apart from what matters.
[ Oh, Mar. They're really doing the roleplay thing. Royce startles when Monty comes marching in - not because he didn't hear him coming, because he did, but because he calls him Your Majesty. For a split second he can't remember what he's told either of them about the whole... king business, and he looks sort of unnerved.
[Renart smiles cutely at Monty, taking the duster and his arm. It is absolutely silly dressed like this, but she doesn't doubt this is going to thrill Monty and Royce.
When they're back in the dining room she deliberately emphasizes her accent. She notices Royce's confused look, but chalks that up to him not being used to fooling around like this.]
I'm so, so sorry, my king! I wanted to make sure everything was to your liking.
I think there's something we might be able to do to make it up for you. Your room's been prepared, if you'd like to come this way. All to your specifications, I expect.
[As Monty leads them off to the bedroom, he'll think about the things that Royce might want and believe they'll be there, whatever that happens to be. He and Renart would have prepared, certainly, he tells himself to activate the belief magic.]
[ Oh. Huh, okay. Royce follows them a little unsteadily, looking over Renart's costume with an almost hungry look.
Royce doesn't expect much - he just wants a room and them - but things might occur to him as they go. Mostly, he just wants a comfy bed. There's a hesitant pause as they enter the room, and then Royce tries to follow suit. ]
This seems - acceptable. [ He tries for his King Voice, even if he is uncertain. ] Though I am curious to know what else you can do to make up for such a lengthy absence.
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And shrugs. Nothing she can think of.]
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I will, of course be expecting you to refer to Renart and I, exclusively, as Mistress and Master. And you will be required to last a minimum of three rounds or a whipping may follow.
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I -- Mar's sake. [ He kind of laughs, covering his face with a hand. ] You're ridiculous. [ A beat. And then, almost slyly: ] The minimum of three rounds I'm sure I could manage, but the other rule I might object to.
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I agree, 'Mistress' is a bit much. 'Mademoiselle' would be fine.
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Really, though, there aren't any particular rules apart from telling us what you do and don't like. Mind-reading is not a particular skill I've been graced with, and we're both working on our communication. [A more meaningful glance at Renart follows that.]
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I won't say be gentle, but - patient, maybe. [ He takes a few more bites. ] That's all.
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We can do patient. Patient can be fun.
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[He sits back before smirking again.]
But tell me, how do you feel about a maid outfit? [He means for Renart if they go there--they probably won't--but Monty isn't going to elaborate. Royce had claimed he'd be easy to fluster to Alfie. Monty intends to prove Royce is far easier.]
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As far as the rest - Royce figures they're both going to try to make him blush, and so he's on guard for that, but in this particular case? Royce doesn't have the same associations with sexy maid outfits as either of them. He's from a medieval fantasy world and the stereotypical French Maid idea doesn't exist.
So he sort of just raises an eyebrow at Monty, vaguely amused. ] Hm. Sounds uncomfortable. I thought the point was to be out of our clothing.
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It's really only uncomfortable if a corset is involved.
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Well, certain pieces of clothing, certainly. But you might be surprised how enjoyable it can be to keep a few on. Not a corset, but stockings... a very short skirt, a top that a hand can be so very easily slid into.
[His solicitous gaze drifts toward Renart.]
And then there are the accouterments for such a costume.
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Mm. [ Royce says, eloquently. He's pretty sure he's about done eating. ] Well. Perhaps the two of you can show me properly what it's supposed to be like.
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She sighs exaggeratedly, putting her fork down and going for more wine.]
Well, since the two of you seem so interested, I suppose I could indulge you.
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I think you'll find some appropriate attire the other room. I think I'll join you. I've something in mind that might be there, as well.
[He smiles at Royce playfully and rises to show Renart out and into the the nearby living room. A French maid outfit is laid of for her and a slightly modified suit for him. He shucks his coat, waistcoat, and tie, along with his buttondown and pulls on a short-sleeved number that shows off his muscular arms. He knows Renart likes them.]
What do you think? I thought I might play butler to your maid for him.
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I think you might scare him off at this rate.
[Not that she isn't going to put the damn thing on. She's saying that as she removes her sweater, tugging her dress over her head.]
Shall I keep my stockings on?
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I think he's a stronger heart than you give him credit for. [Monty's voice is low and teasing; though, with Royce's enhanced hearing, maybe he'll hear them, anyway.] And the body is certainly willing, from what I've seen. [He does consider her for a long moment at her own questions.]
Yes... keep them on. I rather do enjoy taking them off of you, myself. [Monty finishes doing up his shirt and pulls on the waistcoat before doing himself up a bowtie, leaving it at just that. No jacket. So scandalous!] Did you want any... ah, implements to tease with? A feather duster, perhaps?
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Were you planning on leaving me in here for the rest of the night, or was I supposed to follow? [ Royce calls lightly to them. ]
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Alright. I think he'll appreciate that.
[And she raises her voice, directing her next remark to Royce:]
You stay out there.
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Shall we entice him as our royal guest tonight?
[He'll hand off the duster to Renart once she's ready and straightens himself before offering her his arm and marching them back toward the dining room.]
Your Majesty! Our apologies for taking so terribly wrong. My maid's been off polishing everything up apart from what matters.
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A beat, and then: ] It's - it's okay?
[ Give him a bit. He's never done this before. ]
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When they're back in the dining room she deliberately emphasizes her accent. She notices Royce's confused look, but chalks that up to him not being used to fooling around like this.]
I'm so, so sorry, my king! I wanted to make sure everything was to your liking.
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[As Monty leads them off to the bedroom, he'll think about the things that Royce might want and believe they'll be there, whatever that happens to be. He and Renart would have prepared, certainly, he tells himself to activate the belief magic.]
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Royce doesn't expect much - he just wants a room and them - but things might occur to him as they go. Mostly, he just wants a comfy bed. There's a hesitant pause as they enter the room, and then Royce tries to follow suit. ]
This seems - acceptable. [ He tries for his King Voice, even if he is uncertain. ] Though I am curious to know what else you can do to make up for such a lengthy absence.
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When the reach the bedroom she flits inside, smoothing out the bedding.]
Whatever my king would like.
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