Three months later…
The lone house on the outskirts of the Placidium stood quiet to the mid-afternoon time, the wind of the late spring season blowing the grass surrounding the small home and the leaves of the tree besides it. Nature stood silent to itself, allowing the peace outside the humble abode its time. It was disturbed for but a second as the familiar whir of energy placed itself right before the doorstep, a single tall figure appeared, garbed in blue.
Shen opened his eyes from teleporting from his dojo, sighing as he felt the calming breeze of the spring flow over him. He always enjoyed coming here to visit, as the tranquil setting they chose was extremely adequate to their respective pasts and personalities. "It is always calming to come here. I will give my regards of approval to the captain for her chose of residency," Shen stated to himself as he walked to the door. "I wonder how they're doing..."
Within the walls, the sounds of fervent grunting and heady moans echoed through the few rooms, mixed with the chorus of skin smacking against skin. Within the bed chambers were the owners of the home, completely nude and engaged in a blistering dance of passion and debauchery. The white-haired woman was bent forward with her rear pressed repeatedly into the waistline of her brunette lover, a thick phallus impaling both her rectum and her womanhood in rapid succession. Their hair disheveled and their bodies coated in a thick sheen of sweat, their lower halves covered with liquid arousal from the vehement motions, and their instincts wild with passion.
"B-babe…! F-fuck yess…! Right there! oh...oh gods! Fuck!" Riven pleaded, half of her voice muffled against the sheets she clung to tightly and the other half muted by the volume of her pants and the sound of skin meeting viciously. Irelia, who was more than elated to provide such a vigorous rutting with the double ended, vibrating toy that filled her own core while she pumped it with her hips into Riven, moaned and hissed in bliss as the sweet song of her lover's orgasms and cries of pleasure sung into her ears.
"G-gods you're so hot...R-Riven! F-fuck! Take...take it!" she growled out as her hand kept pumping the second dildo into the Exile's rectum while her hips sped up in slamming into her from behind. The dancer, using her free hand to grab the ex-commander's shoulder, tugged her to meet her height, before turning her lips to hers and linking tongues sloppily. The two continued to moan and pant as their sex grew closer and closer to climax.
A series of knocks rang through their heated embrace, loud enough to challenge the sound of their bodies connecting and to collect their ears. The Exile opened her eye and broke the kiss they shared for a moment, her panting and moans lowering as she realized where the sound came from.
"B-babe...I-I think someone...nnnngh...is at the d-door...Ah!" she called, attempting to halt her lover from their session to answer the sound. Irelia said nothing, instead opting to push the white-haired warrior down on her stomach and mount her harder, attempting to silence the noise with more sex.
"I-it's nothing…! I'm almost-" she hissed as she thrusted faster and faster. The Exile, however, moved the captain off from her and out of her core, the cool of the room chilling her as the lubricant between her legs settled with her sweat and the heat of sex lowered.
"N-no…! We need to answer the door..." Riven replied sternly, her voice still mingled with pants. The dancer groaned out in frustration at her denial of finishing, storming off the bed and grabbing her robe.
"Fucking fine…I will answer the door," Irelia conceded with a grumble. The band of her robe tossed furiously around her waist as she stomped to the still knocking door, she quickly unlocked the frame and opened it, frustration evident by the pestering of someone where her home was to be left alone. When she found the Eye of Twilight standing there at her door, she was only surprised for a second before irritation took over. "What."
"Good afternoon, captain Irelia. I was wondering if you were-"
"Who's at the door, babe?!" Riven called from within the home.
"No one important! Don't worry about it!" the dancer replied, looking back to the ninja. "If this is about the festival, I already said no."
Shen widened his eyes slightly in surprise. "You declined? I could have sworn you said you would kill to be in the next-"
"Things change. I changed my mind. I am staying here with my lover for the festival," Irelia retorted.
"What festival?" Riven called suddenly. The dancer wheeled herself around to face her, surprised that she managed to get behind her so suddenly.
"It's nothing! Nothing at all!" Irelia blushed. "Thank you for stopping by! Have a wonderful-"
"Is that Shen?" Riven asked, opening the door further to see the Eye of Twilight. "Hey, Shen! How have you been?"
"I bode well, Riven. I was just here to see if the captain was to participate in Seishin-sai and have discovered she had declined," Shen explained. Riven widened her eyes in curiosity, one Irelia knew with a pained expression was bound to happen. Riven loved her culture, and hearing of festivals and events always sparked her excitement. It was cute for the most part to the Blade Dancer, but in the instance where she wanted to finish her their engagement, it was irritating.
"Seishin…what?" Riven asked.
"Spirit Festival," Irelia answered with a deadpanned tone.
"Ooooh? There is a festival? When?" she said with almost childlike fascination, a sparkle of wonderment in her eyes.
"Oh? You have not informed Riven of Seishin-sai, Irelia? I figured you wanting to participate would have a conversation by now."
"Again, things change, and I declined. Have a good-"
"What is the Seishin-sai?"
"It's an annoyance," Irelia stated flatly.
"It's an event to celebrate spiritual release and lifting of bodily restraints," Shen explained.
"Thank you for informing us again what it is. Bye, Shen-"
"Oooooh! Oooooh! I wanna know what it is! Come in Shen! I will get some tea ready!" Riven cheered, bouncing gleefully and opening the door fully to the chagrin of the dancer. The ninja and the captain stared at each other for a second.
"I am going to hurt you..." Irelia seethed as she spun around to allow the ninja entry. Shen merely raised an eyebrow in confusion to the sudden hostility of the dancer, but proceeded nonetheless within the abode as her gesture allowed. The dancer closed the door behind him and tied her robe tightly, seeing as she wouldn't be able to finish her previous engagement. The dancer sat on the recliner chair within their living room adjacent to the sofa Shen sat on and eyed him darkly, her arms crossed under her chest. Moments later, the white-haired exile returned with a plate of three cups, steam bellowing from the top from the freshly made tea.
"So what's this about a festival? And what do people do?" Riven asked, handing a cup to the ninja. She handed one to the still sour dancer, afterwards placing the plate on the table before them and seating herself on the armrest of the recliner besides Irelia, who remained glaring at the Eye of Twilight while taking a sip of the beverage.
"Seishin-sai is the event each decade in which the kinsfolk of Ionia celebrate a new time of mortal freedoms. As our spirits of past rest around and with us, we cater to their freedoms and reminisce on the lost times," Shen explained. Riven was intrigued by his description, but the somewhat vague way of explaining things left her confused.
"Think of it as a week long funeral. While us mortals enjoy the aspect of life with festivities, our spirits meet with those of our past like a family reunion," Irelia answered. "It's more prominent with those who have lost family members and close friends."
"Which brings the question of why you decided to decline dancing for the festival, captain. You were ecstatic ten years ago to be of age to participate," Shen added.
"Ten years ago I didn't have to concern myself over reliving my family being killed by Noxians. I wasn't fighting to protect my people, and I wasn't madly in love with the most beautiful creature on the planet," Irelia answered. "So dancing to celebrate my life and the tragic, unwarranted end of those that shouldn't have perished has a poor tinge on my tongue."
"Irelia..." Riven called in worry, gathering the eye of the captain. Seeing her concerned expression made the fighter sigh to calm herself.
"I apologize. But after the war, I don't believe I would be able to celebrate the festival like I thought I could. I'd rather not relive the pain of finding my family…gone," Irelia said somberly.
Shen hummed, pulling his mask down to expose his mouth before taking a sip of his own drink. "I understand your frustration. I, too, wish not to rekindle ashes of my father's demise. It would pain me so to find him in anyway disappointed in my condition as the Eye of Twilight," Shen replied. "Just as I can see the pain in Riven's eyes at the reminder of the war's toll."
Irelia looked up to the Exile to see a sorrowful look on her, crimson eyes facing the floor as memories long thought silenced resurfaced. The dancer was instinctive to throw her arms around Riven's body, pulling her into a loving embrace by muscle memory alone.
"The festival isn't to mourn, however," Shen added. "It is as it is called: a festival. While our spirits momentarily join the plane of those long passed, our bodies remain to enjoy life in their stead. All inhibitions fallen and fantasies realized. We don't shed tears to their passing, we smile to their memory, and do what we wish to compensate their inability."
The two women looked to each other, realizing the truth in his words. A warm smile spread on their faces as they realized their pasts were harsh and painful, filled with nothing but darkness, bloodshed and loss, but they acquired something their history wouldn't allow otherwise in each other. The two cuddled closer to each other, silently thanking each other for being there.
"In some aspects, the festival is a means to release all worldly fantasies one has that aren't dangerous to another," Shen continued. "And I can tell there is something between you two that wishes to be released."
At that the women looked to the ninja in curiosity, before looking to each other. In Riven's immediate memory was the vivid and enticing dream she had a while ago involving her Ionian lover the night they involved the ninja during their lovemaking. More specifically the look the Blade Dancer held as she watched Irelia being taken from behind. The mere thought of how chilling, how exciting that moment was gave her goosebumps immediately. She had to contain herself from shuddering.
"But I digress. If you wish not to participate captain, it is not in my power or desire to force you. But if nothing else, your attendance is welcome," Shen concluded before placing his cup to the plate on the table and standing. "I must bid you two farewell for now, as I am required elsewhere. I stopped by because I was curious to your condition together and your plans next week." Shen moved to the door, with Riven behind him to see him out.
"Oh...uh. I will think about it..." Irelia said softly, looking to the floor as her own thoughts went wary. Shen could see the conflict from her, and for a brief second he foresaw the condition. The two weren't out of balance in anyway. But they weren't completely at equilibrium either. He hummed as he saw what could be the issue, but lightly chuckled as a glimpse of the future passed by his mind's eye.
With the ninja finally gone from their home, Riven and Irelia were left in silence, their previous activities far from thought as other more recent memories swirled in their minds. "If...you really don't feel like going. You don't have to, babe. We can stay here and relax," Riven offered.
"I know...but I feel like he was onto something with what he said about us having something we want to release..." Irelia replied, pinching her brow with her fingers. The Exile's interest piqued, she moved back over to the recliner and sat on her lap. It was comical how Riven was the older of the two, but because of her personality she was more of the younger half. It didn't help that Irelia was slightly taller than the Exile either, so answering about who wears the pants was always a toss-up outside their home and another session of vigorous lovemaking within.
"Like...like what?" Riven asked, blushing lightly as she remembered her own thoughts at the mention.
"Well...I'm probably going to sound like a lecherous perv after this...or maybe just outright disgust you...I don't know...it's just-"
Irelia was silenced as the Exile cupped her cheek and tugged her forward, locking a gentle and comforting kiss with her. It was brief, but it eased the increasing concern Irelia was having. "There is nothing that could disgust me about you, Irelia," Riven answered sweetly. "Besides, what could be so bad?"
The dancer returned with her heavy blush, her eyes averting from the Exile in shame. "...watching..." Irelia said meekly, her voice almost inaudible to even the close proximity they held between each other.
"What was that, love? I couldn't hear you," Riven asked.
"I...had a fantasy of...w-watching...you and Shen..." Irelia replied, her voice just high enough to be heard. Riven missed what she meant at first, but then the last name registered and her mind reeled about the situation. "F-from a few months ago..."
It was the Exile's turn to blush heavily, her shock at the common fetish the two had taking her off guard completely. "O-oh...Y-you fantasized about that..." she stated. Irelia could only nod lightly, before being surprised at the loving giggle that erupted from Riven. "I guess birds of a feather flock together..."
"Huh?" Irelia asked.
"Well...I won't lie. Since that night with Shen I've been...anxious to see that again too. I don't know why but...watching you so flustered...so aroused...so used… It was a lot sexier than I could have thought. Maybe because I could imagine myself more vividly providing it from a third person, or because I love seeing you in the heat of sex that it turned me on more than our normal outings," she explained. Irelia cocked an eyebrow.
"Sounds to me like I'm not fucking you hard enough lately," she returned. Riven laughed at the dirty joke. "But I kinda get it. When I watched you gleefully throwing yourself into Shen, I felt jealous. But I saw that look of pure bliss that you had and felt a lot hornier than before. It gave me goosebumps seeing you jerk forward at each thrust...those slutty moans breaking from your lips...those sexy eyes…! God, that was hot!"
"Yeah...but afterwards, I had a dream. I think you remember that night I woke up suddenly."
"Justifying you woke up in the middle of the night, I only remember when you felt really hot and we fucked for a little before falling back asleep," Irelia recalled.
"Yeah...I had a dream," she began. "...that I was sitting in a chair naked, and all I saw was you riding on top of Shen like some farmgirl taming a delinquent horse," she explained. Irelia made a sultry giggle, sliding her hands down the Exile's sides.
"You mean like I did to you earlier on my turn before Shen showed up?" she suggested. Riven bit her lip as the mention of their unfinished business stirred within her. She quickly quelled the heat as she felt it inappropriate to the situation...for now. "You're not entirely inaccurate to the size part either...I still have sores when I sit down."
"Kinda. And all I could do in that chair while I saw Shen's dick disappear into your hot, wet, sexy pussy was watch and finger myself. Just as I did that night," Riven continued. "Since then, it's been on and off...maybe I had wanted subconsciously to see that again."
"There's no maybes for me, bunny," Irelia stated matter-of-factly. Riven looked to the dancer shocked, finding her chin cupped to face the captain closely. "Only reason I haven't called up the ninja to do it again is because I promised him it would be one time. That and I had no idea how you'd feel about it."
"Well...would you want to?"
"Want to what?"
"During Seishin-sai...indulge in that fantasy?" Now it was Irelia's turn to look shocked. "From what Shen mentioned...It sounds like anything goes for those willing right?"
"Well...more or less. All I remember as a child was that you could enjoy whatever you wanted for the festival. As a child, it was normally freedom dancing and tons of sweets and games. It wasn't until I got older that I knew what the adults did during Seishin-sai," she replied. "My mother and father weren't fond of the more...adventurous ideas, but my eldest brother only spoke of the many women he had slept with during the night hours."
"So…is that a yes?" Riven asked.
"Are you asking me to willingly accept watching my snow bunny get thrown around by some random men for their pleasure?" Irelia raised.
"Like hells I am! I am interested, not desperate," Riven retorted. "But if it was someone you trusted, someone you knew. Say if we got Shen to agree again, would you consider it?"
The dancer hummed in thought, the prospect of getting the ninja to indulge them once again far-fetched, but possible since she knew even the Kinkou weren't abstained from traditions. And as she clarified before, it wouldn't be anything of the sort like including him in a relationship. Simple fun between friends and associates.
Just associates.
From the League of Legends.
Irelia's eyes open wide, before she looked to her lover with a new idea. The images of a select few faces ran through her thoughts quickly, before she smiled wickedly. "...on two conditions," she stated. Riven was astonished to see the dancer suddenly approving of her outlandish idea, but the way she smiled was far more unnerving than the fact of her agreement.
"And those would be…?" Riven asked cautiously.
"One, I chose who they are. It'll be a nice surprise with what I have in store," Irelia offered. Riven was more concern that the exact name wasn't the Eye of Twilight immediately, but knowing her lover the choice was likely made and would definitely benefit the both of them. "You just need to doll yourself up in that sexy red dress you wore way back. I like the battle bunny, but that one begs me to rip you out of it when we're celebrating."
"Okay...and what's the second one?" Riven asked. The Exile gasped suddenly as she felt something hard press between her backside's valley from the outside of her robe. Attempting to investigate the sudden prod, she hadn't felt herself get lifted from the lap of the dancer until her back was pressed into the coffee table, the cups of tea falling over and spilling onto the surface and her crimson orbs staring up to the hungry glare of her lover.
"I wasn't done with you," Irelia growled, parting her robe to show the mostly dried toy strapped to her legs as she inched closer to the Exile's core. "Say my name if we've got a deal, sexy~"
Riven looked down to the cool object threatening to break into her folds and gulped, before breaking a loud moan as she once again felt full. Within seconds, the only noises audible within close proximity of the abode was the furious rocking and creaking of the coffee table, the heady moans of the ex-Noxian commander, and the repeating chorus of skin meeting skin in it's hot and moist embrace. Only a single word was coherent to both of them in the engagement.
"Irelia…!"
The week proceeding their agreement the two prepared themselves for the night. Irelia decided to indulge in the design provided by the Placidium to perform, her dress far more regal than even her Order of the Lotus outfit. The white and gold trim outfit matching the ornaments that served as her crown. Her sleeves lined with a near transparent fabric that fell to her ankles, and her legs covered with an intricate white pair of gold trimmed thigh high socks. As much as she enjoyed the smaller size and quicker design of her Xan crest blades, she was convinced by her lover to utilize the blades associated with the outfit, a set of roughly twenty four short swords and three intricate long swords. She dyed her hair appropriate for the lore behind the outfit (a long gone deity that seemingly defeated a tyrannical being and captured his power), and tied it into a fancy loop.
Riven, under the agreement between her and the dancer, went back to the original red dress she wore the day they first engaged with Shen. Her only regret was that the dancer insisted that the heels she foregone the last time be worn, without exception.
The first day they went to the opening ceremony of the event, a grand space towards the east of the Placidium where a coliseum was built for fighting and artistic performance. It began with a traditional dance of the most skilled dancer who performed as an opening before other acts began.
Even while the dancer didn't perform at the festival, she still enjoyed watching a beautiful woman seemingly younger than her take her place. And while she had foregone the participation, she still memorized the many movements and meanings behind each one. How the opening of the dancer's arms overhead while shifting her feet and spinning was the portrayal of open freedom. How the deep dips to her knees with her arms waving like the ocean is the conflict of world and spirit, and how the finale, a final spin into a somersault before landing perfectly on her right foot was the symbol of linking the two normally split existences for the brief time of the decade. As the applause rose, and the captain stood impressed at the skill such youth could create, Riven scoffed.
"You could have done it better," Riven stated matter-of-factly. "But she was good."
"I know I could, but I didn't want to. I would rather dance with you alone than dance for Seishin-sai." Irelia replied as she sat back in her seat beside her lover. The young woman left the small space of her performance before many other people swarmed the stage and began their own act, the immediate one being a play of fighting between the mind and heart.
"I really wanted to see you down there, to be honest," Riven admitted. "While I get you didn't want to perform because of what the festival meant, it would still be a magical display."
"I wouldn't say magical. My blades would have no doubt made it more mystical but the motions wouldn't have changed," Irelia replied casually.
"You're a lot more skilled and elegant in your moves, though. The last time I saw you dance it was like looking at a goddess perform a ritual. If that's not magical, then Twisted Fate owes me my money back."
"We'll discuss the trickster stealing money from you later," Irelia said, her tone shifting coldly. Riven swore as she opened the door to the captain hunting down the Bilgian gambler. "But calling me a goddess? Such a silver tongue. Maybe this goddess can perform a more private dance for you?" Irelia suggested, her hand roaming over the bare left thigh of the Exile. Riven bit down on her lip before removing Irelia's hand.
"N-not now...it would be rude to just...do that and leave," Riven reasoned. "Especially when th-those people are performing so well." Irelia giggled lightly as she cupped her hand under the Exile's chin and directed her head to the right.
"It would be more rude not to follow their example," she cooed. Riven was confused to her implication, but immediately saw towards the top parts of the stands was numerous couples, both heterosexual and homosexual, either feeling each other up, making out ravenously, or outright fucking in broad daylight. She had not noticed at all that the group was so engaged in their activities, even with hundreds of people around them. A male and female were freely enjoying themselves with her sucking him off and he fondling every inch of her skin. A pair of men were making out while their hands roamed their lower bodies. Riven's eyes were suddenly glued tightly to a single pair of women who bared no restraint as one devoured the sex of the other. Even though she could see the woman screaming in utter bliss, she couldn't hear a sound save the performance in the center.
"Wha…? How? Why…?" Riven stuttered, her cheeks burning red like her dress and heat welling within her body at the sight. She looked away to see people near her and across the way paying no mind, as if they couldn't see them at all.
"Remember that drink you had before we came in?" Irelia asked, her hand trailing down to nestle between the Exile's legs. Riven could only nod as the sensibility of the whole thing left her. "That drink was a spirit essence primarily for adults. It allows us the beautiful high that makes us see beyond the spirit barrier over there. One that most of these people who are more focused to the play cannot see through."
Riven's eyes went wide. "it's...an illusion?"
"No. Those couples and individuals are definitely fucking. And that guy is most definitely balls deep in his company's asshole," Irelia answered bluntly, forcing the Exile to blush harder. "But anyone who didn't drink it isn't able to see or hear it. Just like the people besides us can't see or hear us since we drank it."
Riven looked to her lover in shock, before seeing her stand up and kneel before her, capturing her lips greedily and digging her hands into her red kimono. It took all the willpower the Exile had to peel her lover away, the temptation from her advance strong with her.
"Must you two engage in such mannerisms during the opening ceremony?" a familiar scolding voice called, drawing the gazes of the two to the source. Their eyes widened in panic before the captain nearly jumped from her spot and fixed her appearance, coughing nervously at the presence of the Duchess of Ionia.
"I-I apologize, lady Karma. I had not seen you there," Irelia replied.
"If that is the case, the batch they made this year of chuuzin tea must be stronger," Karma replied. The Duchess sat down beside the captain, brushing her lap of any debris and sighing. "In regards to the ceremony, I was informed you declined to participate. I remember a time where you were anxious to perform, young captain."
"You would also remember that my enthusiasm was to see what my brother was so excited for in the festival," Irelia answered. "But that enthusiasm passed when he did. When my family did." Karma nodded once, looking to the crowd of eager exhibitionists and the performance.
"Everyone is here because they choose to be, captain Irelia. And while they would rather the moment spent with their loved ones that were tragically taken during the war, they still celebrate that they can once again see their spirits," Karma explained. "Even in your case, you would spend time with the lovely Riven. Your O-ma would not have wanted you to be left mourning during a time of happiness."
The dancer was silent, more than aware of the Enlightened One's accuracy. Irelia looked down guiltily, but felt Riven's hand on hers and looked to the adoring smile she held. She could only return it in kind.
"You're right. She wouldn't have. Thank you for your words, lady Karma," Irelia replied. The Duchess hummed and stood up, her eyes falling on a barefaced swordmaster seated across from them before smiling.
"Do not assume that my presence was to discourage your engagement," Karma said simply. Both women looked to her in surprise as she stood up and moved away from them. "I only ask that you recall the Chuuzin's duration may not outlast your own. It would be quite a debacle if the children watching the performance below were to suddenly find two beautiful young ladies bare and active." With the two left in silence, and the burning color on their faces at their close call, they sat there and continued to watch the show. No one wanted to be permanently scarred during a festival.
The two champions enjoyed the festivities of the event during the day while children and parents were active and indulged in each other at night. Their evenings for four days straight were a mess of delicious sin and succulent touches, their own private dance between their sheets stretching further than before to their surprise. Even the Blade Dancer, who could normally tire her lover out before she got weary, was at the mercy of the unabashed fervor and virility Riven displayed for those few days.
On the second to last day, the two decided to simply relax until the evening. Irelia had explained that it took all the time between the last few days to gather up the select few that would provide their fantasies reality. One was particularly difficult, but she still managed to convince. Each day the Exile was both anxious and concerned as to whom her lover selected, and each day that they got closer and closer to the main event, her excitement seemed to well. It was particularly worse when she found the dancer exiting their bathroom in nothing but lingerie, but then decided to sleep on the living room sofa instead of their bed. And while it was usually the captain who teased and invited the Exile, Riven was left cold and wanting.
The day went by fast, before long the two went out once more into the city for dinner. Irelia picked a new place, a spa and restaurant with an outdoor bath heated by the mountain sides inner flow of magma. The option to utilize the former Fist of Shadow's restaurant null due to the popularity and extensive reservation time to merely eat, let alone stay for hours. It was then that Irelia brought them to a bathhouse she knew of from association with the owner. The bathhouse was outdoor with a mixed bath being largely occupied and private ones further in for more extravagant customers.
Irelia brought the Exile to a reserved room where their own private outdoor bath, a large futon sizable to fit a family of four inside in the far right of the room near the sliding doors and a single table with and unlit vase for incense in the center. On the right was a rack of towels and robes, to which the two used the freedom of solitude to forego all but a towel to bathe.
The Exile was the first to indulge the hot water, quickly discarding her clothes and untying the pin in her hair before collecting a single towel to cover her body. She opened the sliding door and moved across the stone pavement, partially heated from the already steaming bath they had before slipping herself leisurely into the pool. The sensation of the hot water on her skin made her shudder in pleasure. "Mmmm…! This place is magnificent! Why haven't we come here before?" Riven moaned.
"We never had reason or issue to," Irelia answered, attired in a robe instead of a single towel. The Blade Dancer brought over a small serving plate with two bamboo wood cups, steam lifting from the rim. The Exile looked to her in curiosity.
"You're not getting in?" she asked, taking the beverage from her lover's outstretched hand. The ex-commander took a single sip of the tea, identifying it immediately as the lotus tea she enjoyed. Irelia only watched as she took the first sip before smiling warmly.
"Not yet. There are still some things I must do before I can relax with my lovely snow bunny," she answered, walking back into the room and placing her own cup on the table. She pulled out a single incense stick and sat it in the vase on the center table, lighting it with a match given with her drinks.
"Really? Like what?"
"The owner of the establishment wanted to know the occasion of us partaking tonight. It would be ill of me to ignore a single conversation before actually enjoying the service," she answered smoothly. Irelia took a drink of her cup and paused, as if admiring the tea before smiling once more.
"You know the owner?" Riven turned, her elbows on the edge of the bath and her head resting in her hands.
"We know the owner," Irelia corrected.
"We do?"
"Of course. In fact, what is the name of the bathhouse?" she asked. Riven thought for a moment, seeing the mint green dragon engraving on the entryway, in elaborately designed Ionian the name 'Jade Dragon Baths.'
"Jade Dragon? What does-" Riven went to ask, but the face of a single person popped to thought instantly, her question easily answered by connecting the dots. "...Lady Karma? She owns this bathhouse?"
Irelia nodded. "And she wanted to converse with me for a moment. But do not worry, I will be right back," she finished before moving back to the sliding doors of their room and leaving. With her gone, the white-haired fighter turned back into the bath and hummed appreciatively. While she would have loved for Irelia to partake with her, Karma was a high noble, and from the years of understanding tradition, it was poor mannerisms to deny audience with a high noble. Not to mention the Duchess was indeed a good friend to both of them since they were all champions either residing or originating within the island nation.
Being left to her own devices gave Riven the moment to process their current situation. She opened her eyes from the relaxed pleasure she held, her nostrils enjoying the calm of the incense Irelia lit and her taste buds alight from the tea. She frowned lightly however, as the truth of what she assumed to come was nearing. The best day to enjoy sexual fantasies, from what she gathered, was at night and during the last evening of Seishin-sai. That being said, it was only logical that the Blade Dancer would pick this location to do something.
Minutes passed before Riven exited the heated waters and replaced her single towel with a pair of underwear and a robe, followed almost immediately by the return of the Blade Dancer who held two plates of light food. After a calm dinner that was surprisingly silent save the soothing flute music and the sounds of rushing water from the small outdoor waterfall of their bath, the dancer entered the bath and washed, departing earlier than her lover. She explained that she wanted to make sure that the staff accorded them with the proper amenities in their overnight stay and would return to enjoy the bath afterwards. Riven assumed it would be for whatever she had planned, but throughout the days and even into the night, she found that the dancer was mute and seemingly unknowing.
Irelia was still silent about who she chose.
She had not mentioned anything of their goal for the festival since the start, and Riven could only assume she had either forgotten or changed her mind about it. Even still, the neglect she seemed to have about telling her anything seemed unnerving. She was no doubt anxious, but the prospect of watching her lover being taken before her played in her thoughts like a song on repeat. Would they be bound with muscles and confidence? Was it some smaller guys she knew from before? Did she happen to actually recruit the Eye of Twilight again? Were they dark skinned? Ionian? Maybe someone from a different faction? From the League? Other city states entirely? How were they gonna do it? Was it gonna be rough? Borderline forceful? Were they gonna be tied up? The questions seemed never ending, and each one only played a new scene in her mind of the outcome that made her skin crawl and her body hot.
She had to know.
The dancer walked into the room with a plate holding five small cups on it. She quietly sat down on the floor cushion of their private room and placed the plate on the table. She then began sipping her own tea calmly, not saying a word or even meeting gazes with the Exile. It was so weird for her to be this way, especially with their original plan still hot in her mind.
"S-so...babe," Riven began, her cheeks burning.
"Hmmm?" Irelia hummed, a small smile stretched on her face.
"I-I was thinking...a-about that thing we had planned?" Riven continued.
"What thing? I have no clue what you are talking about, my love," Irelia replied sweetly. If her silence was unnerving and her humming was suspenseful, her faux ignorance was a horror show.
"Y-you know...the thing...with that 'person' you were saying y-you'd bring..." Riven continued, stuttering madly about how anxious she truly was to it all. Irelia giggled softly, playfully. There was something about that giggle that sent chills through Riven's body while burning it up at the same time.
"Someone I would bring? It's such a lovely night for us to be by ourselves. Why would I-"
Riven had had enough. "Please, stop. Irelia I know you're playing the fool here b-but I can't take the games," she breathed, her tone mildly husky and labored with small pants. She felt a bead of sweat break her forehead as she eyed the dancer carefully.
"I seriously have no clue what you're talking about, babe. How is your tea?" Irelia asked simply. Riven's eyes went blank for a second. Maybe she did forget...or she changed her mind. Was it always this hot in here?
"Th-the tea was alright..." she answered tensely, bringing the cup to her mouth. She was immensely confused as to why the room was so much warmer than it was before. Why she was sweating so much. Why the dancer's analytical eye was so much more alluring than normal. She could only see Irelia in that same beckoning lingerie from the night before, Riven's body suddenly aflame in passion and lust as she attempted in vain to keep her eyes off Irelia.
"Was? Are you finished with it?" Irelia asked. Riven nodded, but she could hear a minor tone of mischief in the captain's voice.
"Y-yes...did you turn on the heat? It's boiling in here," Riven returned, fanning herself with her hand. It was then that the playful smile she had darkened, and her eyes went almost ravenous. In one gulp, she downed her own cup and slammed it on the table.
"Good. You will need it," Irelia replied, her tone turning devilish. "You may enter!" Riven was perplexed by the sudden call of the dancer to no one, until she saw the door to their room slide open and five very familiar faces stepped in from the outside.
Riven sat dazed beyond vocal ability as she met gazes with Xin Zhao, Lee Sin, Shen, Kayn and Zed, all save Shen who seemed just as puzzled as she.