Irena is part fey, but she doesn't know it. When a fey knight arrives out of the blue to court her, she's mightily irritated.
Of course there is also a second, even more fascinating fey, who wants to see her as his queen and himself as the king. Tempted by gold and kisses, Irena has a hard time deciding whom she chooses--if she chooses at all.
I start dancing again, alone this time.
Somebody far away shouts "No!" The voice is that of Elradyn.
I ignore him. I'm feeling so hot. I start pulling at that overdress. It won't go. I tear impatiently. It goes into pieces and falls down under my dancing feet. I dance.
I'm not only feeling hot, I feel…voluptuous. All the men around me have stopped dancing. They are watching me, like a silent crowd of vultures waiting for their food. I know what they want. I want it as well. I dance.
I'm hot and thirsty. Mister Dark Pointy-Ears stands right in front of the table. He offers me another drink. I down it with one gulp. The world looks so glorious. All these swirling colors.
The rhythm gets stronger, my body seems to move on his own now. I feel hotter than before, if that's even possible. So I strip off the dress.
I strip it slowly, tantalizing slowly. I can feel every male gaze glued to my body. Every inch the dress goes down, the assemblage of male bodies presses nearer to the table. Some try to reach out and touch my skin. I shiver. There goes the last piece of my dress. Somehow Mr. Dark Pointy-Ears has climbed my table. He stands right before me, thrusting his pelvis toward me with every beat of the music. I'm perfectly clear about his intentions. I don't care. Or even better, I do care, because I want the same as he does. Hands touch my behind.
He swirls me around and snarls. "Mine! She's mine."
The others shrink back, turn into shadows. Only their glowing eyes can still be seen. Glowing cat's eyes. Soft meows all over the place. They anticipate the show. So do I. I throw myself into the dark one's arms and close my eyes.