My Little Ventrue Pt. 07 Ch. 20

"Sounds like a D-Daeva," Natasha said, unable to hold back her smile.

"Ha, in a way, my student. But Daeva are far more subtle, and we play games of misdirection and controlling pretense. To be Daeva in the Danse Macabre, is to insure an opponent can never call you out on exactly what you mean by your words. Every sentence must drip with subtext." She held another dress in front of, similar to the previous one, but shining silver instead of white. Natasha nodded, and Antoinette set the dress down with the other. "Ventrue, on the other hand, love to state things plainly, and back their words with power, monetary or political. Elaine has learned much from me, and I her, but she is Ventrue, and she will be quite bold and direct."

This Elaine woman was starting to sound dangerous. Tash would have to keep an eye on her.

Samantha stepped out from behind the wall of clothes, and Natasha smiled in awe at the Daeva. She was so pretty! A little short, with shoulder-length brown wavy hair, and big, soft, green eyes she recognized from Jack. The black dress also made sure that her flat stomach and plentiful breasts were on display, in a tasteful but blatantly erotic way. It was a 'come fuck me' dress, and everyone at the ball would come to that conclusion instantly.

"It's so revealing," Samantha said, looking down at her cleavage. "I'm going to--"

"Blend with the crowd, my childe. Come, we have discussed this. Do you not trust me? You look beautiful."

"I trust you sire, it's just... still hard for me to picture myself wearing this kinda stuff."

Antoinette sighed, a long and playful sound, and stepped over to another hanging rack of clothes. She fished out several more dresses, all meant for Samantha, and all of varying degrees of tightness and raciness. The one Samantha had was the tamest by comparison. With a far less playful sigh, the young Daeva scooped up the dresses, and stepped around the rack again to try them on.

Natasha's turn. Antoinette pulled another rack of hanging clothes from the wall of black marble, out into the white LED light, and dug through the layers and layers of fabrics.

"Your son has removed a great thorn from my side, childe," Antoinette said, voice raised so Samantha could hear while she hunted through more clothes, "and my city's side. It is time to celebrate. I expect you to feed on someone at the ball, Samantha."

"Feed? I... um, I don't know..."

"Come now. Did you not enjoy yourself with Jessy's ghouls?"

Natasha couldn't see Samantha through the clothes, but she could hear her squirm and struggle against her dress, and her old personality.

"I did. It was nice, being the... center of attention like that. And, you know, the blood was... delicious." A hint of wonder filled her voice, and Natasha grinned up at Antoinette. They both knew what was happening to Samantha.

"Think of how much more enjoyable it could have been, my childe, if you had let them do what they wished to do to you in that booth."

"What they wished?"

Antoinette chuckled, and found a dress for Natasha. It was just like Jessy had suggested, something with a super short, tight skirt, and a top that wasn't anything more than a hanging scarf. Tash had expected black, but the dress the Prince pulled out was a dark, rich burgundy. Natasha had never worn any clothes in this color, let alone a revealing dress.

Natasha had pale skin and long black hair. The dress would compliment that, she supposed, in a strange way. Sort of like how Antoinette had eyes so red they were almost crimson, and they matched her white hair.

"Yes, my childe, what they wished for." Nodding, Antoinette handed Natasha the dress, and began digging for more. "They wanted to have sex with you, dear Samantha. It would have brought them great joy to have pulled up your skirt, and sat you on their laps, taking turns enjoying your insides, as you enjoyed their blood."

More gasps from Samantha. Again Antoinette looked down at Tash, and rolled her eyes. The Prince had probably had this conversation with her childe a bunch of times now, and was having it again.

"Sex, in a club?"

"Oui, in a club. You were the predator, Samantha, the vampire. They were prey. If you wanted to, you could have hurt them to your desire."

"Hurt them!?"

"I am only making a point, sweet childe, be calm. You were in a dark booth where few could see, and you had two gorgeous men, experts in the art of sex, enthralled by you. A small nudge would have been enough to push you over the edge, and into a rather enjoyable ménage à trois, non?"

"I... I don't know."

"The point I make, is that you were in control of the situation. You could have enjoyed every carnal desire you have, and not only would no one have judged you, I am sure Jessy's ghouls would have been delighted to partake in your fantasies."

Samantha stepped around the rack again, and stood in her new dress, frowning at her sire. The dress was very racy, with only a thin, silver metal ring connecting a blue tube-top to her breasts, with some itty-bitty shoulder straps, and some straps tight to her waist that crisscrossed down to her hips, to attach to a short skirt with a split thigh.

"I uh... I don't know, you know?"

"Hmm." Antoinette turned to face her childe, and looked the dress up and down. "Perhaps it is the wrong color. I could--"

"No, not about the dress. I mean, uh, I don't... don't really want to be the predator, I guess? I mean sure, I could have went further with those boys. And maybe I would, now that I'm a little older, a little more comfortable with who I am. And this... this Beast thing inside me, I can tell it... it wants to be aggressive. I don't know. But, I mean... This is just between us girls, right?"

"Of course, ma petite," Antoinette said.

Natasha nodded, and did her best to not laugh at Samantha's word choice. This girly locker room talk was so silly to her, but she had to admit, it was kind of fun. With Jessy, it wasn't girl talk, it was boy talk from a dude with boobs who happened to like dresses. And much as she enjoyed talking with Matt and Art, they didn't really talk about this sort of stuff. Antoinette and her childe were the only real 'girly' types Natasha ever talked to, and she was quickly growing to like it more and more, especially Samantha.

Much as Natasha loved her friend Jack, she was pleasantly surprised by how different he was to Samantha in so many ways. Samantha was a fluffy pillow, content to receive everything thrown at her, and provide nothing but softness in return. Definitely a trait someone could take advantage of, but Antoinette was confident in her childe's future. For Natasha, it was nice to have someone she could talk to, who was happy to listen, smile, and be tender with her replies. Sort of like a much calmer, gentler Fiona, now that she thought about it.

"I don't really want to be aggressive with guys. I... kinda like the idea of them being aggressive with me." Samantha squirmed some more, doing her best to look comfortable in a dress she was clearly uncomfortable in, and admitting to a secret she was clearly uncomfortable admitting.

"How aggressive?" Antoinette said. "Miss Vola enjoys a rather aggressive pair of werewolves most nights."

Natasha tried to frown, but it didn't last. There wasn't any point in denying it or being shy about it anymore. Everyone knew she was having sex with two huge, aggressive guys regularly, and considering how long the relationship had been going on, everyone knew it wasn't a fling. And besides, while everyone else was probably only picturing little her getting fucked by two huge guys, she knew them for the cuddling, the laughs, the stories they told, and the confidence they gave her. The frequent sex was a bonus. A huge bonus.

Samantha met Tash's eyes for a second before looking down, and squirming some more. "Uh, maybe not that aggressive. I'm too old for--"

"Natasha is older than you, childe."

"Oh, right. Um, I mean... I don't know. I guess what interests me is a man who will... hold me down a little during sex, and then cuddle with me afterwards."

Tash aww'd, a little louder than she meant to, and Antoinette gave her a gentle flick in the temple, before handing her another dress. This one was black, and had a similar shape to the first.

"I am sure," Antoinette said, "that we could find you a man willing to perform the former, and with great skill. The latter, on the other hand, is a difficult quest."

"How about that Jacob fellow? He visited Jack once, when I was there. He seems interesting, and handsome."

Natasha blinked at Samantha, several times, trying to see if she was making a joke. She wasn't. Any moment now, Antoinette was going to give Samantha a harsh warning about Jacob, which Tash was sure she'd given her before, but probably always about the Danse Macabre. Dealing with Jacob on a personal level was an entirely different minefield.

So, Natasha backed off a little, stepped around the other rack, the one Antoinette had pulled out full of dresses for her, and started changing. Changing, and eavesdropping. It's not like the two Daeva didn't know she was listening!

"Jacob is a dangerous man, my childe."

"I know. I mean, I could tell that from when he visited Jack. And I remember your lessons, sire."

"Then you should know that Maria, Michael, Garry, and above all, Jacob, are dangerous Kindred to be given their space."

"I know, but Jacob seemed... interesting."

"He is interesting, my childe. Very interesting. Behind the bandage that covers his empty eyes, there is a deep soul filled with emotion and wisdom. He is a reservoir of knowledge, of experience, and of living poetry."

Natasha gulped as she set aside her suit jacket, shirt, and slipped out of her pants. Never, never ever, had Antoinette described Jacob with those words. She didn't just respect Jacob, it almost sounded like she liked him, or maybe liked the man Jacob used to be.

"I sense a but coming," Samantha said.

"But the man has lost much. The woman he cared for more than anything, died decades ago. I... I do not know if Jacob has the capacity to be romantic with another anymore, sweet Samantha." Antoinette sighed, and shifted some of the hangers. "And even if he were, I would caution you to avoid him nonetheless. He is a witch, or warlock if you prefer, and that vocation includes some of the most disturbing, brutal rituals you can imagine."

The more Antoinette described Jacob, the more Natasha was getting Phantom vibes. It was obvious the Prince was trying to scare Samantha away from the deadly Nosferatu, but she was also painting the man in a powerful light. He was an imposing man, Jacob, but intelligent and wise. He had depth, emotions, and he'd been scarred by a horrible loss. He was deadly powerful, but also a leader, and teacher. What woman wouldn't be interested in a man like that?

A woman who'd seen the sick sort of shit those witches did in their rituals, that's who.

Natasha threw on the burgundy top over her neck, and reached for the straps to tie behind her back. There were no straps. At a glance, she'd suspected halter top, but no, it really was just a heavy scarf, the heaviest part meant to hang to the sternum, with the thinnest and lightest part around the back of her neck. With a ridiculous dress like this, every motion she made would have to be calculated, or everyone would see her breasts; it already showed off her stomach, all of her sides, and all of her back.

She already knew what Antoinette would say, what Jessy would say, and hell, what Jennifer would say about nudity concerns. 'So?' Laughing quietly, she pulled on the skirt, and stepped around the rack to rejoin the Daevas.

Antoinette looked to her, tapped a chin, and shook her head. "I thought perhaps the burgundy would work, but I think the color demands a more grandiose ensemble. And with your très petite physique, I think slim is your best option, without the rolling folds or ruffles that I think believe work with burgundy better."

Natasha nodded, and stepped around the rack again. Ok, burgundy not good for tight little clothes according to the boss. Black though, black worked with everything, especially with clothes that were basically nothing but fancy lingerie. And, as she slid out of the burgundy dress and got into the black one, it was obvious the black dress really was nothing but lingerie. Unlike the previous dress, this one's dangling chest was a bit tighter, and hugged her torso, using a single tiny strap around the mid back to keep it snug. Sort of like a halter top, if the intent was to slowly peel it off during in a strip tease. The skirt did a better job covering her legs, reaching to the knee, but each thigh had a split, with zigzag straps that exposed every inch up to the waist.

She came out, and showed the two women. Samantha looked at her like she was crazy for wearing something so revealing, since the top was super tiny, and hugged to her chest tight enough that the shapes of her breasts were defined. Well, at least it wasn't the loose scarf top Jessy wanted her to wear!

"Delicious, Natasha," Antoinette said, smiling and nodding. "Though, if you wear this, understand that it is meant to be worn without undergarments."

"Oh." She looked down at the thighs of the dress, and where it showed her outer thighs all the way up to the hip, completely exposing where hip met waist met stomach. She could go commando, right? A lot of the women Kindred would. Jessy and Jennifer, and Antoinette and her friend probably would.

The more she thought about it, the easier it became to see Jessy's side of things. It wouldn't be long before everyone just went to these parties naked, dispensing with pretense and just fucking the kine on the ballroom floor. Antoinette may have even preferred that, too.

Antoinette handed her another dress, and turned back to her childe. "Jacob will be at the ball, I imagine. If you truly wish to learn more of him, then you may talk with him. If the conversation turns to the covenants, or his Crone, or Crúac rituals, you are not to entertain such subjects. Understood?"

"Yes sire. What do I do if he brings them up?"

"Tell him your sire forbids such topics. He will understand."

Natasha shivered as she slipped on the third dress. The idea of Samantha telling Jacob no was hard to imagine. Partly because Samantha wasn't the sort of person to say no, because she wanted to make everyone happy. And partly because Jacob was Jacob. Just being around the man was oppressive, the weight of his Beast crushing anyone nearby.

"The P-Prince is right," Natasha said from behind the rack. "I've seen Jacob d... d-d-do some very horrible things."

"Horrible?" Samantha said.

"Yes. Those rituals he d-does, and the experiments with occult stuff. It's all very... scary."

Natasha came around the rack again, and did a small spin to show the third dress. A one piece that connected a black halter top to a very short black skirt. It screamed 'night club dress' that was meant to dance in, and fuck in, but the material was some sort of strong silk instead of leather, and it had subtle embroidery on its edges, silver thread almost impossible to notice unless you got close. Slightly fancier than a typical nightclub dress.

And of course, since it was silk and tight to her chest, it meant the shape of her nipples could be seen. Combined with how small the front of the halter top was, exposing a lot of her chest, all of her stomach, and all her sides and back, she felt very much naked.

"Perfect," Antoinette said, nodding.

Tash frowned at her. "I thought you w-wanted less skin than the last ball?"

Her defiance must have hit Antoinette's funny bone, cause the elder laughed heartily, and pulled out another rack of hanging dresses from the deep cavern of endless clothes.

"I am a creature of habit, I suppose," she said. "Tell me, little Natasha, what do you think of, perhaps, Harcourt attending the ball?"

"Harcourt? The hunter who helped J-Jack?"

"Oui." Without a care for the two women watching her, Antoinette started undressing where she was. "He and his two companions still remain within my tower, and a part of me feels that, it could very well be an interesting experience to invite them to this ball. Harcourt betrayed Jeremiah, and that alone will protect him at the ball. His two friends will be protected under that umbrella as well."

Natasha looked down as she imagined the scene. Harcourt and two hunters, in a ballroom full of vampires and other monsters. Horny vampires, and likely horny werewolves and monsters. Well, it was true that Harcourt would be seen as something of an anomaly, considering what he did.

"Um, I think... honestly, I think s-some vampire will probably try to f-f-f-fuck him, before the night is over."

Antoinette laughed again, nodding. "You are likely correct. I am unsure whether to bring him, in some sort of likely doomed effort to convince him not all paranormal creatures are as based and predatory as his ilk believe. It could very well backfire, and lead to his death and the death of his comrades." As she slipped out of her shirt, revealing a ridiculously huge black bra that made Tash almost roll her eyes, Antoinette nodded to herself. "But, I admit, to see a trio of hunters, disarmed and dressed for the occasion, surrounded by hungry, aroused Kindred, is an experiment I think I would very much like witnessing."