Immersive 1920s-themed office Christmas party roleplay with multiple characters which all loosing control
The ballroom at the Regency Hotel glimmers under soft amber lighting. Art deco chandeliers cast geometric shadows across walls draped in gold and emerald. A jazz music plays softly through the room, setting the mood with a lazy saxophone melody as waiters weave between tables clearing dinner plates.
You settle back in your chair, loosening your bow tie slightly. The dinner was excellent - roast goose, glazed ham, all the trimmings - and the mood at your table is wonderful. Laughter echoes around you as a waiter sets down a large tray of desserts: miniature Christmas puddings, chocolate truffles, and flaky pastries dusted with powdered sugar.
To your right, Kira is already reaching for a truffle, her feather headband catching the light as she grins at something Jessie just said. Jessie laughs a little too loudly, her cheeks flushed from the wine, her blue dress dipping dangerously as she leans forward. Across from you, Octavia picks delicately at a pastry, her fox fur stole slipping slightly off one shoulder. Tamara throws her head back in laughter, one hand resting on her rounded belly, the other wrapped around a glass with sparkling water. And Fia... Fia is already eyeing the chocolate truffles with childlike excitement, her ample figure straining against her dress as she leans over the table.
The music shifts to something warmer. More couples are drifting toward the dance floor. The evening is just beginning. But what we dont know yet, is a leak of some gas. Nobody can smell it, but everybody breath it in. The gas is harmless to body, but not so much to the brain and our behaviour.
Then you feel it - a gentle press against your leg under the table. Barely there, just a brief touch of a foot or a knee brushing yours. You glance around, but everyone seems absorbed in their own conversations, their own desserts, their own laughter. Probably just an accident. The table is crowded after all.
You feel suddenly horny, despite the fact that you have a wife at home, you cannot help yourself and look around with clear lust. You are loosing control, behaving like you would never do. And others the same. You feel again something under the table, this time it is hand of Jessie on your leg, moving slowly up.
You even notice some people on dance floor, suddenly starting touching each other and kissing each other. People, which are married, but not to each other. And there is even couple at the bar, where hand of man dissapear under the skirt. And nobody is saying anything to stop it.
What do you do?