Chapter 43 Night Conversation (Part 2) (+18)

At Alaiss' request, after breakfast we went to investigate the possibility of entering the city hall from the cave of the tentacle monsters (according to my companion, the cells for criminals were located in its cellars).

«Although it is not my job to learn how to break into the City Hall, my sister needs it,» Alaiss explained. «Once I know the way, I can get her a message... Well, it's not hard to twist the situation so that she wants to meet you to get the information she needs. The main thing is not to fail and remove the seal from her before she decides to get rid of you as an unnecessary witness.»

The dark elf knew the city well, so we made our way quickly and easily to the entrance of the dungeon. We could both see in the dark, so we didn't bother with lights.

Alaiss kept her eyes focused and impassive until we reached the room with the stone block. But when she saw that it had been pushed aside and pushed through, she tensed and tried to stay behind me.

«The mistress of lust has a few tame tentacle monsters. And sometimes she gives one of her slaves to one of them for fun,» Alaiss told me when I asked her the reason for this behavior. She added with a shaky shrug. «And the guilty ones are given to several at once. And not everyone survives.»

Fortunately, there were no more tentacle monsters in this dungeon, and we safely passed through the corridor and emerged into an impressively large cave. It was unexpectedly deserted, with only a long rope dangling lonely from a hole in the ceiling.

Alaiss immediately pulled her skirt up to her thighs and, without taking off her shoes, climbed up, reaching the ceiling of the cave in a few minutes and hiding in the hole. In a dozen minutes, the beauty descended just as quickly to the floor of the cave and, turning to me, reported.

«The shaft is wide enough for a knight in armor to pass through. The hatch in the floor of the chamber is grated and has a rudimentary lock, so opening it is no problem. But there's someone chained to one of the walls in the cell right now, so I've limited myself to looking around for now,» Alaiss told her. «So I'll send a message to my sister, and you can give her the details as soon as she's on to you, and in the meantime get rid of the seal.»

The dark elves cheered up, headed for the exit, and then dragged me through the shops until evening, preparing me for the upcoming masquerade.

At the same time, she managed to do some secret business of her own, giving orders and sending messages to all sorts of characters that we met, supposedly by chance, on the streets of the city and in the shops.

Eventually evening came, and Alaiss and I, having changed in my room and left our things and weapons there, went to the mansion where the masquerade ball was to be held.

The dark elf was wearing her usual red floor-length dress with an incredibly tight skirt. But this time the dress was made of translucent fabric with drawings all over the surface.

Around her hips and breasts, the patterns were particularly dense, making it impossible to see what was underneath. But in other places, the translucent fabric did not hide the beauty's attractive body.

Alaiss' erotic appearance was a challenge for me, who was used to regular sex. But I held back. Fortunately, my costume consisted of a long hoodie that completely hid my figure, so my aroused state didn't bother me much and was hardly noticeable from the outside.

 The hoodie also had some handy pockets, and I filled them with the mana potions I would need today. We wore half-masks on our faces, which, thanks to a clever enchantment, fit like glue but were almost invisible.

On the way to the mansion, Alaiss assumed the role of a seasoned adventurer, addressing me coldly and haughtily. I obediently obeyed.

I had already seen the plant-covered mansion where the masquerade ball was to be held. But the crowds of adventurous women flocking to it were new to me. As in the guild, most of them were erotically dressed women. Especially now, on the eve of the Masquerade Ball, they were dressed even sexier than before.

At the entrance of the mansion, a couple of receptionists stood in the usual black knee-length skirts and blouses. Only now their faces were covered by half masks. Among them was Alaiss sister, the one who had accepted me into the guild. She was immediately attracted to the cloaked dark elf.

As soon as I entered the mansion, my companions went to the stairs leading to the upper floors and told me to wait for them in the common room.

The hall was large and spacious. It was lit by glowing magical orbs flying from the ceiling. Its walls were draped with many tapestries and a large number of climbing plants.

Part of the room was filled with tables filled with all sorts of snacks and drinks, while the rest of the room was unfurnished and set aside for dancing.

The relatively few male adventurers mostly stayed at the tables and near the walls, while the women clearly felt like the mistresses of the situation, wandering around the hall in small flocks, periodically dragging one man or another to dance to the music coming from somewhere or other on the upper floors.

Among the dancers, however, there were plenty of all-female couples. Somewhere, adventurers (or rather, mostly adventurous women) gathered in small groups and were actively discussing something.

What was going on reminded me of school dances and other such events I had attended in the Past World.

It was so similar that I was tempted to grab a glass of alcohol from the nearest table and stand in a corner, leaning against the wall for the entire masquerade ball. But I remembered that I was the coolest orc and that I had been invited by the adventuress I had defeated the day before yesterday to fuck her friends.

Anyway, I crept closer to the wall of the hall, looking for my familiar. In the corner of the hall I came across a group of elven women in short, snow-white dresses, who were discussing something animatedly. The other inhabitants of the hall avoided them, trying to keep a respectful distance.

Among the sharp-eared ones, there was a lonely administrator who took an active part in the conversation. She was not inferior to the shapely elven women, but she treated them with great respect. I had a sneaking suspicion that she was Sister Alaiss.