The Masquerade

[thesteedman]

The slight shift in Lola's tone did not go unnoticed from Sophia. Given her position against her side, she had no way of gauging the expression upon Lola, but the choice of wording and the trailing tone spoke of some untoward experience. Sophia wondered if it was something to explore, that under the cold and calculating menace was a shred of humanity that could perhaps be reached. If there was an avenue there, there was no means of diving into it now. The pair were in public, waltzing through the intense party as Eve Summer continued to dominate the PA system with her remixes and bouncing set lists. Walking around the stupendously large heated and well lit pool, Lola would move in a manner that suggested she had a destination in mind.

Walking barefoot, the two entered one of the nearby outhouses, though it might have well been an established structure of its own merit. It was a vast expanse that was still attached to the main party, indoors but set up to make what looked like a mock arena. Couches and cushions were set up as if the location were some form of harem, as Maids walked by wearing barely anything, carrying trays of drinks and passing them to those that lay sprawled upon the cushions and luxurious couches. All bodies were hot, glistening, clad in little more than bikini style outfits whilst all laughing and joking faces were masked like a twisted masquerade. Amongst all the chaos, in the centre was two women wrestling in a circular mat filled with oils. Kaylah was dominating another woman between those powerful thighs of hers, squeezing so hard it looked like the petite redhead might burst as she cried out in agony.

She tapped hard against the oils, forcing the watching women to all cheer, before Kaylah whipped the mask from her face as a trophy! Sophia flinched at the sight of it all, before her attention went to the woman who owned the estate. She was clad in a near belly dancers like outfit, adorned with lace and jewels. Her top barely covered her chest, her bottoms a mere thong with a loincloth draping down behind her legs and in front. She lay upon the coach, her mask barely functioning as it was so small, all but revealing the Baroness' stunning features. She wore a smile on her lips as she sat with one leg out against the coach, familiarity slipping into those dark eyes as she watched Lola and Sophia.

"Lola. You've been holding back on me. I offered you a plus one as a formality... never did I imagine you actually had one. Who is your... captivating friend?" The Baroness purred in a lustful manner, gazing at the oil pool as she motioned for the defeated and demasked Redhead to clear the pool. A Maid wrapped her in a towel before she was led away, leaving Kaylah alone, kneeling but somehow still proud and tall as the oils left her well defined form glistening in the low light.
"Come. Sit with me Lola. Bring your friend." Baroness whispered, motioning for Lola and her guest to come to her couch, opening her bare and ever so dangerous legs up, like a venus fly trap waiting to ensnare its prey.

[BlackAkuma]

Though the Baroness wore the same mask that everyone else did, she really needn’t have bothered - there was no hiding who she was. Who else would have hair like that? Who else would be sitting in the place of honor at the Renaud estate? Who else would have thick, dangerous legs like that - aside from, perhaps, Lola herself? She was unmistakable, and would’ve stood out from the crowd even if she had been mingling. She might as well be a shining beacon.

Lola would’ve savored the sight for longer, but her attention was returned to the arena, where Kaylah had finished dismantling the redhead. She held the masquerade mask high and with pride, and though the crowd clapped, her only focus was on the approval of her mistress. She hardly seemed to notice the rest of the room.

Total devotion. Lola needed someone like that in her life.

She brought her attention back to the Baroness as she spoke, addressing her with that lavish French accent, the one that brought lust to some and fear to others. ”I could tell you. More fun if you find out some other way. Don’t you think?” Lola looked back to Kaylah with a knowing grin, letting a slight hint slip on the game she was playing. Maybe Sophia would pick up on it, maybe she wouldn’t. Amusing, either way.

She came over at the Baroness’ request and sat beside her, getting closer than most would ever dare. Close enough that their legs could brush up against each other, like two serpents hinting at a mating dance. It was rare for Lola to come across someone who could match her below the waist, she had to make the most of it.

”Your maid - Kaylah? She looks impressive.” She leaned in closer and brought her hand to the Baroness’ thigh, letting her fingers dance along the muscles. ”As impressive as my friend? Hm?”

[thesteedman]

Sophia's disdain was barely masked by the masquerade piece coating a portion of her face when she gazed upon the French Tyrant herself in all of her glory. Of course they were going to see the Baroness herself, and of course someone as wicked as Lola was already acquainted with such a deplorable individual. Lola approached the white haired woman as if she were of no danger at all, whilst the beast of this deep and dangerous cave was resting on a ridiculously lavish couch. No doubt some poor Maids had to drag it out here for this event, the seating looking ornate and incredibly heavy. It was all part of the sheer decadence of this event, the workings of Lola and hosted by a mind just as twisted and warped.

Lola seated herself up next to the Baroness, as the white haired woman near purred, slowly sliding her legs around Lola's midriff. Even then, Lola revealed no fear, as a Maid approached to offer her a drink. Caught between debatably the most dangerous thighs in the LAW from a woman who is obsessed with squeezing the near life out of her foes, and Lola just up and slides herself between them. It was impressive to say the least, courageous, but Sophia was too angered to pay it the respect it deserved, The Baroness smiled darkly, eyeing Sophia up and down with a darkness present, whilst her legs tucked deeper around Lola, pulling her closer as she slid an arm over her shoulder. Despite her ankles gently locking together, there was no real pressure save for a reassuring squeeze against Lola's midriff, more of a loving kind which Sophia did not think Baroness was even capable of.

"But of course she does.I trained her myself to set an impeccable standard. Her goal is to make sure my Maids are capable. She does her best, but alas, she is not me. It is a shame I exist upon a higher standard that is not easily matched, but I did the best I could with her despite her limitations. She suffices for now, until I find someone better." The Baroness sang out in that near erotic tone. There was something unique about the way in which she spoke, it was certainly alluring and sweet upon the ears. It was a shame such a beautiful and exotic tone belonged to something so dangerous and cunning. It was easy to see why so many fell under her spell, yet Lola herself seemed to be immune to the desires, positioning herself as an equal rather than a subject such as Kaylah. It was a dangerous game for Lola to play, but she was playing it at a masters level given she sat between the legs of a woman who could just as easily break her with them.

Baroness whispered a few words in that alluring tone in her own dialect before leaning closer to Lola, letting one of her fingers trace down her midriff.
"Say... You make an excellent query. Is Kaylah as impressive as this... friend of yours? She looks as dangerous as a Wolf." The Baroness declared, her eyes widening in frightening fashion for a brief second when she mentioned the animal, all but confirming Sophia's fears. The Baroness knew exactly who she was... there was no way Lola had not told her. She wanted to speak, but there were so many unknowns present. The marred but beautiful German had masked her scar well, her appearance was altered enough that no one would suspect who she was.. she said no words because she was aware her unique blend of English and German within her accent would all but give the game away. Her hands balled into fists, trying to shoot a look at Lola.

"Shall we see who is allowed to remain at this here party? I will wager Kaylah against your pretty friend over there in the oil wrestling ring. Submission or pass out only. Whoever wins claims the other's mask... those without a mask are not allowed to remain in the masquerade. We can even spice it up a little, make a wager amongst ourselves over the display." The Baroness whispered, giving Lola a playful squeeze between those deadly thighs as she shot her a devious yet playful expression, taking a modest sip of some unknown cocktail of bright yellow. Sophia looked to Lola, trying to give a pleading impression. She wanted no part of this... the risk of revealing herself was significant against someone like Kaylah. Sophia's experience in oil wrestling is diabolical.

[BlackAkuma]

Lola wasn’t so stupid as to not be aware of the danger she was putting herself in by willingly approaching the Baroness and taking a seat between her legs. This wasn’t like stepping into the lion’s den, no - this was putting your head into the lion’s maw and daring him to bite. A risk that few sane people would take, and she could tell that from the confused but quiet gazes the maids cast her way, as if they were watching something they couldn't comprehend.

Lola had no fear. Or, she simply couldn't be bothered to have any. She prided herself in being able to read people, and she had been around the Baroness enough to get a general understanding of how the woman worked. If she wanted to crush her with those thighs of hers, she would be doing precisely that, and this conversation would be markedly less cordial. But she was keeping those urges reigned in. For the time being, at least, no doubt thanks to the many distractions at hand. Lola was safe.

Instead of worrying about that, she focused on more intriguing things, like the woman's identity in the ring. While she had only just seen this woman in action, she was impressive so far - a solid build, a focused face, merciless in her execution. It was a little surprising that Stephanie was considering upgrading, but perhaps she knew things that Lola didn’t. It was not her place to judge.

Speaking of people in their proper place…

Lola had casually slid her hands along the Baroness’ thigh, admiring the steel within the silk, when the woman said she knew who Sophia was. She didn’t bother to look the German’s way, but she could almost feel the heat from the glare being cast her way as if she should’ve cared about such things. The blonde was hers, after all. She might loan her out if she saw fit, but the Baroness knew better than to take her without permission.

Besides, she had a much more interesting idea in mind, one that brought out the most devilish of smiles from Lola. She had watched many of Sophia’s matches since she took possession of her, and knew well how lethal the woman was. While the Baroness’ champion looked like nothing to mess with, she knew where the safe money was.

”An excellent idea.” She finally looked back to Sophia and saw those pleading eyes, silently begging not to be forced into this. Good. Lola needed to crack the whip every now and then, remind her who held the power in this relationship.

She didn’t say anything - instead, she held up her hand and lightly gestured towards the ring with a silent command, where Kaylah stood and looked their way with an unwavering menace. Though Lola couldn't help but notice that the woman staring at her more than anything. No idea what that was about.