<div class="floatright">(http://imgur.com/ST4Wk5v.jpg)</div><br/>How decadent this all was.  Tehr wondered what he had done to deserve such an elaborate birthday, but a quick glance at Tera's outfit, and the slight way that Rosalyn's mouth smirked barely noticeable, and he realized the truth of the matter.  It was an eye opening epiphany that was as illuminating and blinding as a bright sunrise.  This wasn't about him, the actions he'd seen today and would likely continue to experience.  He had created in Hewthorne Hall, and among the women in his life, an air of freedom and acceptance.  For that was one of the defining traits of his home wasn't it?  To live under this roof, each of the occupants, guests, and staff must ultimately surrender to acceptance of each other.  That submission led to freedom.  If others could be true in part to what they were, then each should feel free to do likewise with themselves.  His lovers understood that his attentions and affections were shared, yet not diminished.  To each of his lovers, in the moment, they were everything to him.  If he found Angelique in his bed, his attentions were focused on her, not longing for Rosalyn.  If it was Heidi in his arms, she was his world.  True his mind occasionally drifted to other lovers, but one could not control passing thoughts or fancies, his attention was always with whoever was with him.  That attention gave light to the fact that he could share not only his lusts, but also his love, with more than one.  Gods, more than one was an understatement.<br/><br/>With the recent arrival of Kaya Bloodthorne, he had  nine lovers living on the grounds of Hewthorne hall.  His sister Christina, her maid Heidi.  His oldest friend and head of the house Angelique, and the curvy halfling maid before him Sarah.  Tera and Kaya were welcome guests, not quite servants, but too in a position of subordinates to his house.  Then there were the changeling twins, his apprentice who usually wore a male form, but wasn't in her true form, and Carolyn who had already offered her body to him within a day of arriving at Hewthorne hall.  The guest and yet so much more, the beautiful elven maid Rosalyn.  They all shared the home, and his bed, not just with him but with each other as well.  Tehr knew that what blossomed between Alexandria and Christina was no simple physical fling, and yet that stopped neither of them from sharing with others in the home.  He couldn't help but also include the fact that they all likely knew of his other lovers or soon to be lovers as well, like Emily d'Ravos, the d'Saari sisters, and of course the most powerful woman in the world, the queen herself.  Yet even at such a lofty number, he still found himself looking at others, was he not recently plotting to fuck and impregnate Rosalyn's elven rival?  A plot that she herself was considering?  Yet through it all, the women in his life accepted and did not spurn him.  They accepted, and in that acceptance they grew more and more free themselves.  Christina had gone from hiding her secret shame, glances and drugged wine, to openly fornicating in front of Rosalyn with Tehr.  More so, Rosalyn had not simply accepted it, but encouraged it.<br/><br/>No this day, these costumes, these games, they weren't simply about him or his birthday.  These were a celebration and series of events and games that each woman seemed eager to indulge in.  It made perfect sense as he thought about it.  Rosalyn a powerful woman in many respects.  Able bodied in combat and magic from all accounts, and a strong and bold woman who shunned those who pursued her was playing the role of servant.  She was embracing the idea of being not what she was in the every day, but slipping into the role of desired watcher and servant.  Could there be a deeper meaning there?  Tehr had kept her insulated from the larger group as a whole previously, was this a conscious or subconscious cry to be allowed to watch or join in with the deviancy and debauchery?  Should he stop setting her up on a pedestal as he had been?  Could he do that?  He would have to consider it later.  Christina's encounter in the bathroom was obvious, it was the moment that, after several years of abstaining from incestuous acts, they had re-kindled that which had driven them apart.  But what had been only implied in the bathroom months ago in the small manor house had been taken to it's full and desired completion this morning.  Tera always seemed so calm and rational at times, elven one might say.  But here she was garbed and painted like a wild elf from legend.  But maybe this was a glimpse into her clan, her tribe, the history of the elven woman that she hid away to remain gentile?  No, today wasn't simply a celebration of his birthday.  It was the impetus, certainly, but not the only reason for everything before him.  So what was Sarah Applemane's reasoning for acting as a tray for food?<br/><br/>All of this ran through his mind in moments as he listened to Heidi, or Helen as her name was for today he supposed, speak.<strong>"Well I suppose if good Sarah is kind enough to put out food for me, I would be remiss to ignore it."</strong><br/><br/>'Helen' nodded her head and said, "<strong>Beg pardon master, but the halfling art of the nyoti is apparently an old one reserved only for a great event.  But the servant in question has no name."</strong><br/><br/>Tehr shook his head, looking confused, but it was 'Fleur' who spoke up, stepping in as 'Helen' seemed to get flustered slightly,<strong>"It was explained to me that it is considered a great honor to be selected to preform so, and it is her responsibility to remain perfectly motionless, a living statue for your visual enjoyment."</strong>Rosalyn gestured to the table,<strong> "She who needs no name is a great beauty, a work of art, displayed exactingly, for the viewer's pleasure.  If she preforms well, she brings great honor among herself."</strong><br/><br/>Tehr reached down and stroked a finger along Sarah Applemane's side, along a particularly ticklish spot beneath her ribs as he asked,<strong>"Ahhh I see, and I am to enjoy this artwork however I like?"</strong>He watched goose-flesh raise on Sarah's skin, but she moved not a hair, save the almost imperceptible rise and fall of her chest as she breathed slightly quicker.<br/><br/>Tera chuckled behind him,<strong>"It would seem, though I think it would be cruel to force her to be dishonored overly much.  Maybe you should limit your enjoyment of this particular artwork for now master.  Certainly there are others ready to serve you if you need a more.... animated form of entertainment."</strong><br/><br/>Tehr nodded and reached for a bit of melon slice on Sarah's thigh, letting his fingers stroke the inside of her thighs briefly for a moment before bringing the fruit to his mouth.<strong>"I see, I see, well then, Tera, my lovely wild elf, would you care to join me in a bit of a repast of food warmed by soft and desired flesh while you explain some of those markings and clothing that you wear?  It seems we have a little time to kill until the final preparations are made to the game room."</strong>Tehr let his hand rest on the bit of soft flesh of Sarah's upper thigh that had recently borne a bit of melon, his attention now on Tera however.  He could feel his cock laying thick between his own thighs, the very brief robe he wore, open and unbelted, exposing the fact that his cock was plump with arousal though not fully hard.  How could he be anything less than partially aroused with all of this beautiful female flesh on display for him after all?