---Just a small fast forward---
I watched as Muurine lay miserable in her cage. Bitch deserved it for trying to whack the Lady of Dementia. I mean, so she had an affair with the enemy. Things happen, get over it. Well, in this case she got over it with nice fatal electricity bolt. Heh heh.
"Here. I am appointing you to Courtier of Dementia. Please accept this bow as a token of my thanks. May your enemies never know where you're striking from or with what enchantment."
I bowed slightly and accepted the bow, slinging it across my shoulder and walking back into Sheogorath's palace.
"What the.."
When I got in, Sheogorath was giggling like a school girl and rolling around on the floor, clutching his cane tightly.
"Try it!" He giggled. "It's fun!"
I shrugged and sighed as I laid down next to him and proceeded to roll in unison. Soon enough, I was giggling like a school girl. It's kind of fun having a mad Daedric Prince for a friend.
"I'm going to a Daedric party tonight." He laughed, standing up. "Would you like to come?"
"But I'm a mortal." I pointed out. "Aren't mortals not allowed at these things?"
I had heard tales that all the Daedric Princes get together every now and then, and have what we mortals call 'a party'. I always wanted to got one, they always seemed so interesting, especially with Sanguine and Sheogorath.
"Nonsense! You'll simply be a guest. Besides, if anyone fusses, I'll wipe your mind of the whole thing."
The fact that Sheogorath could wipe my entire mind in about as much time as it would take to snap my fingers made me shiver.
"Okay, I'll go." I replied.
"TERRIFIC!" He screeched and jumped. "Maybe it won't be so boring now that a mortal will be there!"
"What do you mean?"
"See, us immortals, we're predictable. We'll get drunk, sit around and do nothing. You mortals however, you're unpredictable. There's no telling what you're going to do next.
I didn't think of myself as unpredictable, but hey. Who really cares anyhow?
"I need to change." I thought out loud, looking down at my scuffed, blood-stained armor.
"No problem." Sheogorath replied and took my arm, leading me into his room.
"Just find whatever suits your taste." He said simply and shut the door.
"Okay..." I said aloud to myself, "What he's doing with female clothes is beyond me.."
I raided through three closets and two wardrobes, content with finding leather grieves and boots with a quilted doublet. I checked myself out in the mirror and smiled.
"Damn I make this shit look good." I mumbled to myself.
I walked out of the door where Sheogorath and Haskill stood talking quietly. Sheogorath gave me the up and the down and frowned.
"What?" I asked.
"Couldn't you have found something more.."
"Formal?" I finished for him.
"Yeah."
I rolled my eyes and went back into the room, digging through more closets and wardrobes for a blue silk shirt, blue silk skirt and blue suede shoes.
"Better?" I asked.
He gave me the up and the down again and smiled.
"We'll be back later." Sheogorath said to Haskill with a smile and snatched my arm, casting a spell.
We ended up in what looked like a huge hallway of some sort. Sheogorath looked around at the other daedric princes and smiled. I recognized a few of them, like Azura, Meridia, Molag Bal, and, to my dismay, Mehrunes Dagon. He saw me and stood up, snarling and stretching his four arms. I clutched to Sheogorath's arm and almost whimpered. I was powerless in this realm of Oblivion, which, according to the texts I've read, is Azura's.
"What were you thinking Sheo?" Mehrunes snarled.
"I can think?" Sheogorath smiled, trying to avoid the question.
"You brought the mortal known as 'Layla Gallenus.' Don't you know?"
He tried to strangle me but I sidestepped, running to the other side of the room.
"I thought we banished you!" I called from the other side of the room.
"Yes, from entering Tamriel." he said, suddenly appearing behind me. "No one ever said anything about other planes of Oblivion."
He picked me up by my throat and I gagged as he laughed at me. Why wasn't anyone doing anything?"
"You're frail mortal." He laughed.
Suddenly I was dropped as Azura slapped Mehrunes upside the head.
"Leave her alone." She scolded. "Haven't you caused enough trouble?"
She came to me and examined my throat.
"Are you okay?" Her voice sounded so divine.
"I think I'll recover." I chuckled.
She smiled. "Good. Now let's get this party started now that you and Sheo are here."
I smiled and felt welcomed by everyone. Except for, of course, Mehrunes Dagon who had to sit at the opposite side of the room from me.
"Sanguine!" Sheo greeted as the Daedric Prince drunkenly waltzed in.
"Hey everybody!" He drawled and drank some wine. "You won't believe this but.." He took another sip. "But I like... oh I forgot." He laughed.
He seemed a lot like Sheogorath, except drunk. I quietly sat on the couch between Molag Bal and Meridia. Molag Bal scooched a little closer to me and put his hand on my leg.
"So..you're Sheo's plaything, huh?" He asked seductively.
I knew Molag Bal was the prince of rape, which made me a little nervous.
"I'm not his 'plaything', I'm simply his..."
"Acquaintance?" He finished, gripping my thigh.
As much sensation as this brought, I stood up and followed Sheogorath into what looked like a kitchen, clutching his arm tightly.
"Something wrong?" He asked, swigging a tankard of wine.
Oh crap, now he was drinking too.
"Molag Bal is making me feel a little..." I searched for the right word.
"Uncomfortable?" He slurred.
I nodded as he slid a tankard in front of me.
"Loosen up, stick with me and you'll be fine."
I sipped the wine. I wasn't a big drinker, but this was so much better than what I could find in Tamriel. What I didn't know is that is was also much stronger.
I was roaring drunk in no time.
---UPDATE---
I didn't realize until after I published this and read 'Fun with the daedric princes', that they sound suspiciously alike. I promise I did not rip this idea from the author of that story, I was just playing Oblivion a little while ago, and at one point you ask Sheo about Jygalaag, he says that no one likes him at parties, so that just gave me inspiration.