章 141: Junior Sorceress Melisa Blackflame, Part Twenty-Seven*

{Isabella} 

Isabella stumbled slightly, the world finally starting to spin a bit. 

[Fucking finally,] she thought, steadying herself against a nearby column. [Took long enough for the booze to kick in.]

She glanced at the ornate clock on the wall, her eyes widening. Night had fallen, the party still in full swing despite starting at fucking noon.

[Time flies when you're... not getting laid, apparently.]

Her cock throbbed painfully, reminding her of its neglected state. Isabella winced. She'd been sporting a hard-on for hours now, and not a single noble had been brave enough to do anything about it.

[Bunch of prudes,] she thought bitterly. [What happened to the wild crowd from the gala?]

It wasn't like she hadn't tried. Oh, she'd tried alright. She'd flirted, she'd teased, she'd "accidentally" brushed up against more asses than she could count. But these stuck-up nobles were about as responsive as a dead fish.