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“Why, this is the changing area my dear—where you can put on more suitable attire for your Quenching,” Lady Nolana said. “Now, let me see…”
She went down the row of garments and finally pulled one out. It looked like an extremely fancy robe made of white satin. It had long, swooping sleeves, a V-neckline, and a high slit that went all the way up the middle in the front. It was also covered all over in tiny, sparkling crystals which didn’t seem to go with the casual cut of the robe.
I thought the odd garment looked like something a movie star might wear in an old black and white movie about the Glamour Days of Hollywood. All it needed to make the outfit complete was a pair of kitten heels with plumy ostrich feathers across their tops and a highball glass with a dirty martini. Oh, and maybe one of those three-foot-long cigarette holders to gesture with while smoking elegantly.
“Here—put this on.” Lady Nolana held it out to me.
I wanted to ask, “Do I have to?” But I swallowed the words.
“Okay, but…where do I change?” I asked instead, looking around.
“I do believe we have a privacy screen in the corner,” she said. “Come along.”
She led me to the corner of the room and unfolded a carved screen, much like the one I used when I took a bath in the Cavern. Then she helped me out of my elaborate dinner dress and had me strip off my underthings as well.
Of course, I wasn’t wearing a bra—I no longer really needed one, since my boobs had gotten so high and firm during my transformation. But I wasn’t really happy about parting with my panties—a white silk pair that Krynn had gotten made specially for me.
I slipped into the robe, which was silky soft and extremely heavy at the same time, and did my best to fasten it closed around me.
“There now—don’t you look lovely?” Lady Nolana said, smiling as she clasped her hands under her chin.
“Um…I guess so,” I said doubtfully. There was no mirror to see myself with, but I didn’t need one to tell that I was very exposed. The silky material of the robe clung to my breasts and the low, V-cut neckline showed all of my cleavage—and I do mean all of it. The points of my nipples could be seen poking against the thin white fabric despite the thousands of tiny crystals which covered the entire robe.
Down below, the slit in the robe was even higher than I’d thought. In fact, it went nearly to my navel and showed the bare, smooth mound of my pussy. No matter how I tried to close it, the fabric kept pulling open again, probably because the crystals made the material so heavy it hung straight down. There was a single button in the center but that and the sash which wrapped around my waist still couldn’t keep the robe together down below.
“It’s perfect—just perfect!” Lady Nolana exclaimed, smiling. “Oh, I remember helping your mother, the old Queen get changed for her Quenching sessions—it seems so long ago now. She always looked beautiful in the Quenching gowns too.”
“Er, thank you.” I cleared my extremely dry throat. “I’m glad you think I look nice in the, um, ‘Quenching gown,’ but what goes under it?”
“Why nothing my dear.” She looked surprised that I would ask such a thing.
“Nothing?” I frowned and shook my head. “Look, don’t you have underwear to go with it at least? I mean, this slit is really high—it shows everything.”
“It’s supposed to be high!” Lady Elgiana, who had been wandering idly around the room perusing the various garments and gowns, poked her head around the side of the privacy screen and gave me a withering look. “How else can you seek your pleasure while you drink from your victim?”
“What? Seek my pleasure?” I shook my head. “What are you talking about?”
“Don’t you know anything?” she demanded impatiently. “Your pussy has to be bare while you drink so you can ride the cock of the male you’re drinking from!”
“What?” Now I was really getting upset. I turned to Lady Nolana. “Please tell me she’s joking! I’m not going to do that! Especially not in front of everyone,” I added, thinking of the guards and Mordren. I’d rather sit across from him at dinner every night for the rest of my life than let the slimy Lord Regent watch me doing something so intimate.
“I’m afraid this is the way it’s always been done, my Lady,” Lady Nolana said apologetically. “The Thirst is always tied to sexual need and both must be sated—usually at the same time. I know it must seem strange to you since you were raised among the humans, but these are the ways of our people.”
“But does everyone have to watch?” I demanded, clutching the heavy robe to my breasts.
“From a discrete distance,” Lady Nolana assured me. “But the officers of the Court must be certain that you’re truly quenching the Thirst. If you let it go unchecked, you’ll become quite dangerous, I’m afraid. That’s what happened to one of your ancestresses—Queen Olandra.”
“Queen Olandra? What happened to her?” I asked, frowning.
“Oh nothing—she just let her Thirst get out of control and then she slaughtered everyone at the High Table during the evening banquet one night,” Lady Elgiana said casually. “I was there you know—though not at the High Table, thank Lolth! Blood everywhere—not a single High Fae at the table survived,” she added, smirking at me again. “Because she drained every single one dry.”
“But that’s impossible!” I protested. “I mean, the average human body only holds…” I frowned, trying to remember. This had been a question on one of Chris Junior’s senior biology exams and it had stuck with me for some reason. “One and a half gallons—give or take,” I finished, dredging the fact up at last. “So there’s no way someone could drink enough to drain everyone at the table dry. No one’s stomach could hold that much!”
“Silly Princess,” Lady Elgiana sing-songed in a tone that suggested I was about five years old and exceptionally stupid. “The blood doesn’t just go in your stomach.”
“You absorb it everywhere—it goes all through your body, replenishing your own blood as well as refilling your magic,” Lady Nolana told me. “One reason the Spider Queen is so powerful is that she is able to take in the magic of others as she drinks their blood.”
“But I don’t want…” I paused again for a coughing fit—my throat felt like I had been gargling sand. “Don’t want to drink anyone’s blood—especially not if I have to, er, ride them while I do it!” I managed to get out.
