The young female Drow Siren almost went crazy and escaped from the secret room that filled her with fear and frustration.

As a drow, the extreme darkness in the Underdark would only make her uncomfortable, but the eternal silence, coupled with a pair of breathtaking eyes, made her tremble with fear.

In the ancient city of Orens, the noise of the city merged into a continuous whisper of magical chants, occasionally interspersed with one or two blood-curdling screams.

And in the secret room of the battle mage from the Kingdom of Cormyr.

Even the quietest and subtlest sound of turning a book would be accompanied by a hollow echo, like a stone falling into a deep well, impacting her heart and ears.

There was deathly silence all around. As a wizard, she had the mental power to be calm at all times, and her heart was still beating wildly under control.

Especially his eyes that were as cold as cold pools. Whenever she was looked at, she felt the fear of a poisonous snake curling up in her heart.

Fear was like a sharp sword, stabbing into her heart.

The more Xierlin recalled that scene, the more the blood vessels in her brain seemed to burst, almost every part of her body was trembling, and her hands and feet became as cold as ice.

She didn't dare to look into Brian's eyes, and she felt shuddering as soon as she stood in front of him.

Fortunately, the long month finally ended today. The haze in her eyes was swept away, and she felt that she had never been as relaxed as she was today.

She could not wait to return to her room, and sat there with unusual patience.

There was a party tonight, in a mansion specially used for parties. She didn't have to be responsible for any details, she just had to attend and enjoy it.

As she sat down, the deft halfling servants braided her hair into dozens of fine braids, then twisted them into loops and tied them into an elaborate hairstyle.

Shireen usually lets her long hair hang loose, but tonight she needs to style it to withstand the carnival of the party.

The evening gown must also be durable and able to withstand strenuous exercise.

Wearing a pure white dress, coupled with bold tailoring, and opening a few slits in the skirt, she can unleash her passion for dancing unbridled.

Tonight's banquet is a 'dance of demon fire', a wild dance skill competition exclusive to drow.

The boring magic classes made her fall in love with the feeling of freedom and dancing to the rhythm.

Especially during this month when she almost collapsed, she had to indulge herself.

After all, desire is an area she is familiar with and feels at ease with, and it is also one of the few emotional outlets for the drow clan.

If this is not available, what else is there?

She had no idea of ​​any other means of release.

Sireen arrived at the mansion where the banquet was held. Her 'friends' had already gathered here. Customs required guests to arrive early so that they could talk and plan with each other, and also drink fine wine.

Accompanied by bursts of slow drumbeats, Sireen, who was fortunate enough to be the lead dancer, stepped into the center of the dance floor, and the 'Dance of Demonic Fire' began.

She enjoyed this feeling very much.

Because at this moment, all eyes were on her, watching her dance steps to the rhythm of the drums and the intricate curves drawn by her arms.

Soon, one after another, other drums joined in, not to be outdone, and there were even strange percussion instruments known only to the drow.

The deep flute plays a strange and impressive tune.

Many centuries ago, the elves sang this song in the sunlit land.

Now, the long-dead elves may no longer recognize the familiarity in it.

Because the charming magic in the music is just an external manifestation of the performer's indulgent life.

Although the melody is still beautiful and retains the mystery of the elves, there is no joy at all.

Although the drow of the underworld have forgotten such things, they know how to enjoy themselves and pursue them feverishly, in a vain attempt to fill the unknown emptiness deep in the souls of the elves.

The tempo of the music gradually accelerated, overpowering the noisy syncopated drum sounds, and the flute played a mysterious and weird melody.

Sireen pirouettes and leaps with abandon, perfectly responding to the rhythm of the music, her body light and swaying, inviting the drow who are impatiently waiting.

A magical flame flashed through, and the black dancer's appearance was outlined by pure white demonic fire.

This was the signal that everyone was waiting for, and the drows flocked to the dance floor.

Even in the dance, drow still compete with each other.

Some people summon their talents and float in the air to complete intricate leaps, while others put aside complicated movements and use their delicate and gorgeous movements to attract as many eager eyes as possible.

However, regardless of the dance style, all drow must listen carefully while dancing, looking for clues to the subsequent music hidden in the intricate dance music.

Because the playing rhythm is uneven, it is always accompanied by strong drum sounds that come out suddenly and almost randomly.

Zall who fail to correctly understand the rhythm of music will be in danger of stepping on the wrong beat.

Any drow who made the wrong step in the dance would be surrounded by the dance floor, and the drow's gyrations would be carefully observed. A certain wizard who was jumping and stepping would act like a referee and surround him with bright demonic fire.

These eye-catching and unlucky dancers could only leave the dance floor in disgrace amid a burst of ridicule.

But their entertainment did not end there. All the bystanders would make bets on who would be the next unlucky person to leave the dance floor first.

The music continues to flow, and few skilled drow would miss the intricate dance steps.

With heat shining on their ebony faces, some of the dancers began to throw off their coats.

Because the frenetic ‘Dance of Demonic Fire’ will continue until most of the dancers end due to exhaustion.

A hired wizard floated above the dancers, his slender fingers flying, weaving spells one after another.

Suddenly, the music began to speed up, and the fast pace was almost impossible to keep up with.

But magic is also cast on the dancers, whose steps still follow the intense music.

They turned faster and faster, and colorful demonic fires flashed on each drow's graceful and graceful body, bringing the "dance of demonic fire" into the dancing magic storm.

The drums rumble and the flutes sob.

Suddenly, the whole house fell into darkness and silence.

Such a spectacular spell aroused roaring applause from all the drows.

According to custom.

After the 'Dance of Demonic Fire' ended, the dancers began to take off their gorgeous outer clothing.

Everyone attending the banquet was led into another room openly and naked.

The hall here is huge, with low ceilings and ventilation holes everywhere.

Fragrant steam flows into the room, cleansing the dancers' bodies and soothing their tired limbs.

The direction and intensity of the air flow constantly changes, either in short beating bursts or in a gentle and passionate breeze.

The steam causes the drow bathing in it to enjoy a series of pleasurable sensations as they wander around, flirting with each other or setting traps for their social rivals.

As the last trace of steam disappeared, the drow elves flashed into the surrounding small doors in small groups.

In a private room.

They took their new playmates, relaxed on the couch, spread rumors, commented on witty conversations, weaved conspiracies, and explored the mystery of the birth of life...

However, at this time, Xierlin clearly felt that there was something missing from tonight's banquet.

It was so smooth that she couldn't believe it.

Because under normal circumstances, everything will...

Thinking of this, she stood up suddenly and finally realized the problem.

Santila Pumol did not attend today's banquet.

Wanting to understand the cause of the problem, she smiled slightly and lay comfortably on the couch again.

Because every time a banquet is held, whenever Santila participates, there will be many teeth-gnashing pranks.

According to the tradition of the drow clan.

The coming-of-age ceremony for drow women must be devoted to the 'Kiss of the Spider'.

Therefore, Santila was not eligible to enjoy the entertainment after the dance.

However, she will wander through many rooms, looking for her own fun.

Normally.

As she arrived, screams and gnashing of teeth would suddenly erupt in the corridor of the room.

Santila love to cast harmless prank spells on their companions.

For example, the gentle massaging hands suddenly become cold, the fragrant essential oil suddenly turns into a pungent, spicy smell, the original object of pleasure suddenly turns into an ugly orc, or even some kind of local enlargement or reduction spell.

Recalling some unpleasant memories, Xierlin suddenly felt that tonight's banquet was probably the most satisfying one she had ever had. Even the shadow that Brian left on her was completely dispelled.

After all, tomorrow, these two people will disappear from her sight forever.

After a long, long time...

The satisfied drows put on bright party dresses, gathered in another banquet hall filled with delicious food, and began to enjoy the delicious food.

The conversation gradually became noisy.

Drow were everywhere moving to other tables, interacting with each other, or becoming new social companions.

When Xierlin heard that the last dish was magic pomfret, her inner expectations became even higher.

Because such banquets usually end with wild fun, and the magic pomfret almost guarantees that the banquet will reach a dazzling level.

While she was waiting eagerly, the door of the banquet hit the wall with a bang.

Xierlin's face changed slightly, but she did not turn around or even bother to move.

In her impression, there was only one person who would knock on the door in such an energetic way, and she had even become accustomed to this lively friend.

The noisy people gradually quieted down, and most people focused on a drow girl who opened her arms and spun into the banquet hall.
To be continued...