Slimantha yawned. She blinked her brown eyes. Her backside rested comfortably against the seat of a fancy wooden chair at a fancy wooden table. Said table was big, truly large enough to hold a feast. In fact, it did hold a feast, an assortment of many different foodstuffs laid out upon its top.
Slimantha shifted her weight. Her long brown hair gently swayed. The black shoes cladding her feet rested against the white of the floor. The walls and ceiling shared the same white hue as the floor. Overhead, a large golden chandelier hung. Said chandelier held a set of radiant crystals that bathed the room—the Cathedral of the Duck Collective’s banquet hall—in warm light. Slimantha did not sit alone at this table.
At Slimantha’s right, a certain swird woman, Latril, sat in another of the table’s many chairs. Slimantha the Slime Summoner glanced at Latril—glanced at her girlfriend. A smile flitted across the slime summoner’s face. Her eyes then went to the cheese sandwich laying on the plate in front of her. That smile flitted back across her face, and she picked the heavenly sandwiching of cheese between two slices of bread up. The tan skin of her fingers gently pressed into the firm-yet-supple bread slices. She took a bite. Bliss flowed into her from the heavenly sandwich of cheesy goodness.
Black, sitting at Slimantha’s left, poked at a sundae in a crystal bowl. A cute cherry topped the mouthwatering frozen treat. Black licked her lips and then spooned a spoonful of the sundae’s ice cream between those lips. The cherry topping the sundae tipped over. Black the Witch swallowed.
Samuel, who sat at Black’s left, glanced at Black as said cat woman spooned another spoonful of sundae into her mouth. He glanced up at her witch hat and then glanced across the table. White ducks glanced back at him. The table had many chairs, and most of those chairs held ducks. Samuel the Hero From Another World looked away from the ducks. His blue eyes went to a platter of something—something blue and cubed. Was that gelatin? The cubed foodstuff jiggled on its own volition, and a drop of sweat rolled down Samuel’s right cheek. Why was that cubed foodstuff giving him not-gelatin vibes?
Latril looked around Slimantha and Black, her golden sword eyes going to Samuel. Said hero awkwardly looked away from some cubes of jiggly blue set upon a platter. Latril rolled her eyes and then leaned back in her chair. Her eyes went to her drink, a refreshing glass of cola. Her lips twisted into a smile, and she grabbed hold of her cola. The ivory skin of her fingers gently pressed against the glass. She brought said glass up and to her lips. She took a drink.
A duck—a white duck—hopped off of its chair and headed toward a wooden podium. Slimantha chewed a bite of cheese sandwich as she lowered the remainder of said sandwich down to her plate. Her brown eyes followed the duck over to the podium. Said duck took up position behind the podium and then quacked. Its quack was met by many other quacks from the other ducks. Then more quacks emanated from the podium duck as its speech went into full swing.
Samuel blinked, the podium duck’s quacks filling the air. He watched said duck quack for a moment. Then he sweatdropped. His blue eyes went to Slimantha, Black, and Latril. Slimantha and Black watched the podium duck intently, but Latril looked quite uncomfortable. In short, the swird woman had sunk back into her seat, a scowl on her face.
“Any idea what that duck is saying?” Samuel said, watching Latril sink deeper into her chair. “I’m just hearing a bunch of quacks.” Getting a dirty glare from Latril, he looked away from the swird woman. Then a giggle from Black drew his attention. His blue eyes shifted from her right-hand obscured lips to the black witch hat topping her head. Said hat tilted, but the cat woman reached up to steady it. His blue eyes met with her lovely brown eyes.
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“Their,” Slimantha said, getting Samuel’s attention, “grateful for Latril’s defeat.” A grown drew her eyes to Latril, whose scowl turned into a pout.
“They don’t have to be so grateful for that, do they?” Latril said. “I mean I’m right here.” She slouched over.
“There there,” Slimantha said, giving the swird woman a pat on the head. “You are a good Latril.”
“Uh.” Latril straightened up and looked at Slimantha. Then the swird woman blinked. “Thanks, I guess.”
“You’re welcome.” Slimantha gave Latril—gave her girlfriend—another headpat. The receiving swird woman closed her eyes, a smile on her lips.
A few more quacks came from behind the podium, and then the podium duck closed its speech. It headed back to the table. Music started up, filling the air. Slimantha returned her attention to the partially eaten cheese sandwich on her plate. She picked said sandwich up and took a bite. Ducks began leaving the table and heading to the banquet hall’s dance floor.
Black glanced at the dancing ducks. Her tail twitched. Her brown eyes flitted between the remains of her sundae and the ducks on the dancing floor. She then glanced at Samuel, whose attention had returned to the foodstuffs laid out upon the table. Her tail twitched again. She pushed her chair out, the wooden chair legs sounding out against the white of the floor. The noise got the hero’s attention and he looked at her. She gave him a smile and rose to her feet, her tail swishing behind her. Her eyes—her lovely brown eyes—met with his blue eyes.
“May I have this dance,” Black said, extending her right hand toward Samuel. Her tail twisted behind her. He stood up. His left hand met her right hand, and she led him to the dance floor, a smile on her lips. She turned to look at Samuel, her eyes meeting his. She began moving to the rhythm. Her witch hat slipped and fell to the ground. She didn’t pick it up. Instead, she kept moving, her eyes—her lovely brown eyes—still on Samuel. Her tail swayed. Her hips did too. She spun around. Her backside pressed up against him. His arms reached around from behind her. All around them, white ducks danced.
“Well, aren’t they cute,” Latril said sarcastically, her eyes on Samuel and Black. She then took another drink of cola. A pair of brown eyes—Slimantha’s brown eyes—turned to the swird woman. Latril set her glass down, her attention shifting to the slime summoner. “What?”
Slimantha smiled. “Let’s dance,” she said before grabbing Latril’s left hand with both of her own hands.
Latril blinked. “Fine. Let’s do this dance thing.” She stood up. A certain slime summoner led her to the dance floor.
The music continued, and Slimantha turned to look at Latril. Her eyes glanced over the swird woman. “That dress looks very pretty on you.”
A soft blush colored Latril’s cheeks. “Thank you. You’re quite beautiful yourself.”
“Thank you too.” Slimantha smiled again. Then she started moving, the manner of her dance somewhat awkward to say the least.
Latril watched the slime summoner’s dance. As awkward as said dance was, Slimantha truly was beautiful and somehow managed to pull the wonky motions off. Latril’s eyes drifted up from Slimantha’s waist, up over Slimantha’s well-endowed chest, and up to Slimantha’s beautiful brown eyes. The awkwardly dancing slime summoner truly was beautiful. Latril stepped forward and pressed up to Slimantha, her arms going around the slime summoner.
Slimantha stopped dancing. She blinked. Her eyes met Latril’s eyes. A pair of hands, Latril’s hands, went up her back. A pleasant shiver flowed down said back. Her eyes were still on Latril’s eyes. Latril’s golden sword eyes were so pretty. Latril’s lips pressed against her lips, and the slime summoner closed her eyes. She reached around the swird woman. Dancing was good, but this was good too.