[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.
We are at your command, Your Majesty. Perhaps we might begin by preparing you for bed? Our maid is exceptional in tidying away unnecessary things, including clothes. With the season turning warmer, perhaps the all together might be best for the evening?
[ Royce kind of shamelessly watches Renart walk. ]
Hm. [ He hums, glancing at Monty after a moment. ] Yes, that'll do. I'd like the two of you to remain with me for the night, as well.
[ He pauses, and then makes his way to the bed. When he's next to Renart, he trails his fingers down her arm, admiring the outfit. He glances at Monty again. A little more confidently: ]
Come on, then. Get over here and prepare me for bed.
[While Renart undoes buttons, Monty steps behind Royce and will place his hands on the other man's shoulders, hooking his thumbs into the collar of Royce's dress shirt. As Renart undoes things, Monty slowly peels it off. When there's enough skin revealed, the 'butler' presses his lips to his lord's shoulder.]
We are, of course, full-service in every way you might desire. We've so rarely had visitors. [He and Renart have had fewer threesomes than Monty might personally like, but things are as they are. Jealousy from both of them has played a role in that.] Perhaps that might be changing, though.
[ He shivers the second that Renart touches him, and when Monty leans forward, Royce's breath leaves him in a shivery sort of way. He's lightly tanned and pretty fit. And - things they might notice now that he's mostly shirtless are the brand in the shape of a stylized M on his left shoulder, as well as a black fingerbone tattoo on the other. ]
I would not mind if it did. [ Royce says, voice a bit gravelly. ] Whenever you'd like.
[This isn't so bad so far. The two of them are both on good terms with Royce, and unlike some previous attempts this feels more like sharing than an uneven back-and-forth resulting in jealousy. Who knows if it'll stay that way for the entire time, but right now she's pleased.
Her tail flicking back and forth, she realizes she hasn't really gotten to see Royce fully naked before. Now that will be a nice treat.]
It wouldn't be difficult to make further arrangements.
[With his chest exposed she pressed up against Royce, purring that against his neck.]
[Monty doesn't comment on the tattoo and he keeps his touch and his kiss away from the brand. As Renart finishes with the buttons, the gentleman tugs Royce's shirt to pull it all the way off.]
Not in the slightest. [He agrees. Monty steps in so that he's practically flush to Royce's back. He continues to press kisses to the other man's shoulder and reaches around him to grab for Renart's hips. He rocks them all together in one smooth motion provided neither Royce nor Renart resist.]
Perhaps you'd like to defrock our maid, your majesty? She seems ready for it.
[ Though he's distracted, he'll appreciate the care around the tattoo and brand, later. For right now, Renart's got all of his attention, and his breath catches when she presses up against him. When the shirt comes off entirely, he brings one hand around to rest on the small of her back, keeping her close to him.
The smooth motion of them all pressed together sends a shiver down Royce's spine, and he barely protests the suggestion. Yeah, he wants them out of their clothes, now. A beat, as Royce's fingers hesitate over the frills of the maid outfit. ]
I will, though I may need some assistance. [ Royce admits, almost ruefully. How does he even start to get her out of this - well. He can experiment. That works. Tilting his head to the side, he gives Monty access to his neck as his own slender fingers stroke over Renart's costume, looking for straps or buttons or anything to start to get her out of it. ]
[Oh, she is very ready to get this silly outfit off. Her tail flicking back and forth, she giggles and lets Royce pluck away at the frills. Of course, it would be easy to give him some direction, but it wouldn't be nearly as fun. There are buttons along the back, so it isn't that tough to figure out, and even better is Royce's remark - Monty helping out would make things even more interesting.]
Trouble and a half. What a naughty maid, wearing such difficult things for our guest.
[Monty grins over Royce's shoulder at the vixen. He murmurs into Royce's ear next after nibbling at the lobe.]
Should she be punished? Would it place you to see how I punish her, Your Majesty? See how the tools of her trade might be turned against her? Then you might do with her as you please. [A sharper nip.] I can be naughty, as well.
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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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Hm. [ He hums, glancing at Monty after a moment. ] Yes, that'll do. I'd like the two of you to remain with me for the night, as well.
[ He pauses, and then makes his way to the bed. When he's next to Renart, he trails his fingers down her arm, admiring the outfit. He glances at Monty again. A little more confidently: ]
Come on, then. Get over here and prepare me for bed.
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Oui, oui!
[She steps closer, starting to undo the buttons on the front of his shirt.]
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We are, of course, full-service in every way you might desire. We've so rarely had visitors. [He and Renart have had fewer threesomes than Monty might personally like, but things are as they are. Jealousy from both of them has played a role in that.] Perhaps that might be changing, though.
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I would not mind if it did. [ Royce says, voice a bit gravelly. ] Whenever you'd like.
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Her tail flicking back and forth, she realizes she hasn't really gotten to see Royce fully naked before. Now that will be a nice treat.]
It wouldn't be difficult to make further arrangements.
[With his chest exposed she pressed up against Royce, purring that against his neck.]
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Not in the slightest. [He agrees. Monty steps in so that he's practically flush to Royce's back. He continues to press kisses to the other man's shoulder and reaches around him to grab for Renart's hips. He rocks them all together in one smooth motion provided neither Royce nor Renart resist.]
Perhaps you'd like to defrock our maid, your majesty? She seems ready for it.
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The smooth motion of them all pressed together sends a shiver down Royce's spine, and he barely protests the suggestion. Yeah, he wants them out of their clothes, now. A beat, as Royce's fingers hesitate over the frills of the maid outfit. ]
I will, though I may need some assistance. [ Royce admits, almost ruefully. How does he even start to get her out of this - well. He can experiment. That works. Tilting his head to the side, he gives Monty access to his neck as his own slender fingers stroke over Renart's costume, looking for straps or buttons or anything to start to get her out of it. ]
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Goodness, I hope I'm not too much trouble.
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[Monty grins over Royce's shoulder at the vixen. He murmurs into Royce's ear next after nibbling at the lobe.]
Should she be punished? Would it place you to see how I punish her, Your Majesty? See how the tools of her trade might be turned against her? Then you might do with her as you please. [A sharper nip.] I can be naughty, as well.
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