All around Mazz the glass spins and sparkles in the fluttering light of candles. Her form passes through the air, she hears the shouts of her teammates, and then with a thud she slams onto the table. She pops up to her feet, kicking aside food on the table in her scramble to right herself. All around her, pale faced party goers stand at their seats staring at her. The moment she begins to explain herself, they descend upon her. One of her legs is grabbed and pulled first, knocking her down hard into the feast as the table begins to swarm with the party goes.  The man at the head of the table, dressed in black robes with slashes of blue all down the front gives a twisted grin, "It seems instead we'll see the whore devour."  He lets out a dark chuckle as he climbs up onto the table, his party guests forcing Mazz's head towards his crotch as he pushes aside his robes. After a moment of struggle, he grabs onto her face and pushes his cock into her mouth.<br/><br/>Further down the table, guests are grabbing onto her clothes, pulling them off her as the rest hurriedly get their own pants down and out of the way. Smeared food splatters onto the floor as they lords and ladies move into place, grabbing hold of Mazz to hold her down as hands move to squeeze her tits and explore her sex. The mirror to the other room now fully whole, Mazz is trapped within.  From the other side, there is no sight of this, any Delver looking in will see simply the table with the feast, food scattered across the floor.<br/><br/>As strong hands grab onto Mazz's 'slimy ass,' Nin shouts out from the other room. The tentacles whip towards and around her before being chopped hard. Where Nin swings her club, the tentacles lurch with the hit, then collapse bonelessly to the ground. Her club takes out several leaving a miss of blackness in the air that dissipates as her club crunches into a wooden table that absolutely explodes under the power of her swing. As her attention raises again, the tentacles still surround the Delvers, though the attacking appears to be working, what was moments ago an army of infringing tentacles has slowed as the first wave to get through the mirrors faces actual opposition.<br/><br/>Mirwen's movement from mirror to mirror appears to be doing at least as much as thwacking away at them, the next mirror flashing bright white as she calls out to Scarlet and cuts off the source for one of the tentacles attacking her. It burns white for a moment, the climbing up her leg cut off.  As Mirwen shouts out about the witch, another mirror abruptly turns from a haze of tentacles to show Diralisk again. She holds up a hand towards Mirwen and lets out a snarl, "Enough magic tricks out of you, you insignificant little bitch!" A web of green smoke bursts from her hand towards Mirwen, the acidic blast ripping through the wooden molding of the mirror as the magic attack shoots for her.<br/><br/>As Scarlet battles and deals with the tentacles beginning to surround her, she gets a moment of respite, one of the tentacles that had been headed towards her neck abruptly bursting into light and disappearing before it has a chance to do even more serious damage. They certainly appear to be friskier than anticipated, the mention of spit-roasting apparently catching the attention of several of them at once. They surge for her, a desperate grab of flaming hand catching nothing as she's pulled off her feet. Immediately, Scarlet is being dragged along the floor away from the other Delvers surrounded in writhing darkness. As she is pulled, they push into her clothes, pushing the dress down enough that one of her tits is pushed out as another two work their way up her skirt. With a single firm thrust, one presses into her pussy, thrusting into her as she is pulled along the floor of the manor into the sitting room away from the others.  It begins to thrust, a feeling of hot need coming from it, it's own passions mixing with her flames.