Tamaska found herself immediately liking the Shepherd's odd sense of humour. His grin was contagious and the troll smiled brightly at the idea that she might give the Baron a challenge. She was certain that it was him just being kind but it was appreciated nonetheless. The soft peck on the back of her hand made her blush deeply. She felt foolish blushing at such a thing after the day's events but it was still something that she could not seem to stop doing.<br/><br/>While she listened to Shepherd's welcome and instruction she nodded, momentarily lost in the grandeur of her surroundings.  Even, after her time aboard the airship the sight of such extravagance left her in awe. The furnishings the chandelier, even the sheer size of just the main entrance left her simply staring with wide amber eyes. After a moment she realized that she had rudely not responded to the Shepherd and said quickly.<span style="color: indigo"> "Yes m'Lord, I understand." </span><br/><br/>As they neared the large polished wood doors, Tamaska subconsciously slouched a little, feeling small amidst the scope of the Baron's home. She imagined that through those big doors was the court and she fidgeted with her attire self-consciously. She wondered what was meant by telling her to not worry about keeping a low profile. Did he mean that, as a troll, she would stand out so there was no point in trying not or was it something else entirely?<br/><br/>When the doors swung opened she received her answer. The sweet scent of perfumes and incense mixed with the now familiar aroma of sweat and lust almost made the former priestess faint. Her eyes were as wide as they were able and she leaned slightly on the Shepherd for support as she tried to see everything at once. The air felt humid on her suddenly feverish skin and the sounds made her pulse race. This had to be some form of illusion; surely this could not be real. She saw all the races represented in the debauchery she was witnessing and it took monumental effort to keep up with procession and not lag behind. There was simply so much to see and so much she wished to experience. By the time they had reached the dais, Tamaska was shaking visibly as the need threatened to overwhelm her.<br/><br/>Tamaska reluctantly parted with the Shepherd (and his much-needed support) as they ascended to dais and she was led to kneel beside Emberspike. She was grateful to not have to stand but she did force herself to kneel properly. Through tremendous will she forced her body to stillness, minus the slight jump when Shepherd's voice cut through the revelry.  Tamaska was intent to listen to the proceedings but was quickly distracted by Emberspike's lewd advance.<br/><br/>Her reaction must have been priceless. Her face looked horrified at the thought of being seen by so many and in such a formal setting but her eyes burned with undisguised lust. The request was ludicrous but still she was nodding and slowly crawling around to kneel facing him. All the while her eyes never left his face nor did her hand leave its stroking of his cock. She took a deep, steadying breath and began to open his trousers, fishing out the hardening length of him. She tried to blot out the people that were there and tried to focus on only Emberspike. Her hand nervously tried to sweep her hair behind her ear only to have it fall back exactly where it had been. Knowing that she could not disobey Emberspike, except at the Baron's order, she opened her mouth and leaned in with a needy little purr.<span style="color: indigo"> "Yess Master Emberspike, I agree completely." </span><br/><br/>Even in his disguise, Emberspike was big. The little whore-in-training's mouth was watering before her lips even began to stretch down over the head. She looked up into his face, wanting to see if he approved. Slowly her mouth descended onto his cock, taking each inch in a slow, teasing rhythm. Back and forth she went, slowly rocking. Her slender back arched, thrusting her leather-clad ass out to the assembled crowd. The tight leather clung to her skin and easily showcased the cleft of her ass and the delicious looking mound of her nethers. Tamaska was blushing furiously, realizing that this would forever be in her memory as her introduction to the Baron's court.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>