The Sinful Young Master

The cloaks were removed before the feast began in the dining hall.

It was a room ready for the grandest of celebrations. Temporary panels of painted wood had been attached to some sections of the walls. They had lovely images of people, animals, forests, mountains, and even ships at sea. Floral and cloth garlands were hung around. So were banners and flags.

The new bride sat down beside her husband for the first time in this hall. She was reserved, barely ever speaking a word, almost never meeting anyone's eyes. No perfume could be found on her. Lorryll couldn't even smell her bacon scented hair, which made sense. It was all wrapped away and covered.

First, food was served. It had to be. Nobody wanted to be hungry and waiting during the gift showing.

After that, it was time for the gifts. It was a long process. All kinds of things were presented to the new couple.

Then music and dancing. The first set would be left for the couple alone. For a minute, the performance was somber. Lorryll had a calm expression.

The guests took their turns dancing. It was a loud, dynamic scene.

Hired performers had to put on a show after that meal.

Young maidens with loose, dark hair. Their bellies, arms, and legs exposed. Their clothing was barely clothing at all. Even their feet were bare! Their smooth, dark complexions were magnificent. Their red painted lips were tempting. Their dancing involved interesting, if not outright vulgar, movements in their hips and bellies.

Liliana's face pinkened.

Once the performance was finished, the dancers all got to their knees and curled over, prostrating themselves. Then, their heads down, they shuffled out of the room with their musicians.

The sun was setting.

It was time for the merriment to end.