...Cam’s room was only a few doors away. She hoped he hadn’t ordered more champagne. Much more alcohol and she’d be too drunk to seduce him. Sexual excitement fluttered in her chest and belly as she imagined his warm, satiny erection in her hands and his mouth at her clit. She shivered with pleasure. It was too hot to consider.

Opening the door to what she thought was his room, she stepped inside and stopped. Two men and a woman were engaged in a ménage à trois. She could tell by the masks and the lack of blue face paint that neither of the men was Cam.

I’m in the wrong room, thank goodness.

So that’s how it’s done. Instead of exiting right away, she stared at the activity before her. She’d never seen anything like this and couldn’t pull herself away. They were too busy to notice her.

The figures were naked, except for masks and the men’s socks. It might have been ridiculous, except for the sounds and sights issuing from the three. Phebe could smell the woman’s thick, heady perfume even from the doorway. She lay on her back on the bed, knees bent, legs spread wide enough her knees almost touched the covers. One man’s face was buried in her pussy. His erection touched his navel.

The second man stood beside the bed, rubbing his cock. His gaze never left them.

Fascinated, she watched as, under his fondling, it swelled and rose from a patch of auburn hair.

Judging from the rocking of the bed, and the gasps and sighs issuing from her throat, the woman was enjoying what was transpiring between her thighs. Holding the man’s head, she moaned louder and lifted her hips, gyrating against his face.

She could tell when the woman climaxed because she grabbed the man’s shoulders and cried out. This appeared to be the signal for him to fuck her because he climbed on the bed and straddled her. Her hand closed around his dick to guide it into her slit before wrapping her legs around him. He began to pump.

The standing man lay down on his side on the bed, his wet cock near her face. He reached for her breast, and the woman turned her head and took him in her mouth, one hand stroking his balls.

This wasn’t to her taste. Phebe couldn’t imagine “letting it all out” this much, but she admitted the tableau had triggered throbbing in her clitoris and the desire for a man to go down on her pussy, too. She chose not to stay for the finale. Stepping into the hall, she shut the door so it latched without noise.

Checking his room number again, she realized she should have been the next floor up. As she passed the balcony overlooking the dance floor, she stopped and looked down to make sure Cam wasn’t still there. Staring at the scene below, all thought fled.

What the hell?

No D. J. No music.

Long tables and benches dotted what had been the ballroom, and a fire blazed in a huge open hearth. A pot hung over coals in the corner from a tripod. Rough men dressed in plaids sat on the benches and drank from tankards. They tore at huge drumsticks of meat held in their hands or spooned a stew of some kind into trenchers. Voices rose and the men laughed deep, booming guffaws. Sometimes one of them would slap another on the back or shove shoulder to shoulder. One tipsy man tumbled off the end of the bench after a shoulder shove, and that triggered doubling-over gales of laughter.

It was surreal. She shook herself. She wiped her eyes and looked again. Nothing had changed.

What was this? Had the masked partygoers left and a new group arrived? That didn’t make sense, she told herself. Like her, many of the costumed people were spending the weekend at the castle. Maybe this was a play geared to inspire guests to increase their pledge card amounts. Or perhaps they were shooting a film.

If she didn’t get to her rendezvous soon, she’d be too drunk to be fucked by the sensual Cam, much less to remember it.

Locating the correct room, she reached for the doorknob, then stopped. To her surprise, the new Phebe wasn’t firmly entrenched. With her courage at ebb instead of flow, she asked herself if this was really what she wanted to do. Determination raised its head. Removing her mask, she straightened and drew in a deep breath.