Racing up the marble stairs, past myriad revelers including even her own recent quarry, Janaece dashed across the high balcony with Mideala into the gilded archway which led to some sort of upper story hall.<br/><br/>The place was cast in a mercurial mix of torchlight and magical motes which shone in prismatic colors, and as the hall stretched on, it grew a bit dimmer, more sparsely populated, and more mystical. Many revelers here were in pairs, often on little divans and couches, or escaping to and fro side halls and random doors.<br/><br/>Yet Janaece led further still, to a spiral stone staircase at the hall's far end, up a corkscrew or two of stairs past windows which afforded enchanting views of the hedge maze and snowy forest about the mansion grounds.<br/><br/>She came ot an oaken door and spun Mideala into the room beyond, suddenly pressing her against a soft tapestry hanging from a wall of the chamber. the ranger kicked the heavy door fast, and her hands ran up and down the bare midriff of the elf. She tossed her head back ,to flip the medusa-ask up high on her strawberry-blonde braids.<br/><br/>While her dexterous fingers worked at undoing the white poet's shirt of the elf, Janaece spared only the briefest of glances about the room's furnishings; they were princess-worthy, suggesting a secluded feminine existence of guests in every aspect - the generous vanity desk and mirror, the many armoires hanging with fine dresses, and the girlish violet color of the canopy-bed curtains. Janaece swept her now-naked face back to Mideala, and kissed her fiercely, but soon her mouth descended to the elven breasts as she brought them blooming free from their shirt.