We ate, we drank, we laughed, and we watched the celebration unfold below us. Lucy joined us later; her lips were slightly swollen, and she had a satisfied, blissful smile on her face. She didn't say much, but the way she kept fidgeting in her seat and the occasional shiver that ran through her body told me everything I needed to know.
Kat guessed it too. She didn't say anything, but she gave Lucy a knowing look, which the goddess of gaming and entertainment answered with a wink.
Lora was the only one who was oblivious to the whole thing; her mind was still focused on the food. She was now on her third honey-cake and fourth milk bun, her cheeks puffed up like a hamster's.
"She has a healthy appetite," Kat remarked, a fond smile playing on her lips. "That's a good sign."
"She's growing up," I said with a grin. "Soon she'll be all curvy and beautiful, just like me."
"Then her ass is going to be glorious." Lucy nodded, taking a sip of wine. "I can't wait to spank it."
"Cough!..." Lora choked on her honey-cake, her face turning a shade of red that would make a tomato jealous. "L-Lucy!"
"What?" Lucy asked, all innocence. "I'm just stating a fact. You have a great ass, Morgana. And Lora here has the potential for a great one too. It's a compliment."
Lora just buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking with embarrassment. Me, Kat, and Lucy just laughed.
After a while, Lora calmed down, and the conversation shifted to other topics, mostly about the new city and the Nightmare Tower. Kat was particularly interested in the economic aspects, while Lucy was more curious about the Tower's design and the challenges it held.
I answered their questions, of course, but I was careful not to reveal too much.
"..."
Actually, I don't really know much about the tower floors since Herma, Lilis, and Lament were the ones who designed them.
I planned to conquer the Nightmare Tower as a challenger, so I didn't want to spoil myself.
The only thing I knew for sure was that the number of floors available had reached 30.
As for the floor manager who should be responsible for floors 21 to 30?
Well... It's locked at the moment, and I can't give birth to it.
The reason is simple. The challenger must reach floor 20 to unlock floors 21-30 for me to give birth to its manager.
This was Lilith's design.
Speaking of challenging the Nightmare Tower, I proposed to my three goddess friends that we form a team and explore the tower together.
Lucy and Kat's eyes lit up with the promise of a new kind of game, a new thrill that invaded their boring lives. But Lora... dear, sweet, timid Lora, she looked like a cornered rabbit.
"Me? In the Nightmare Tower?" she squeaked, her knuckles white as she clutched the tablecloth. "B-But there are monsters in there! And traps! And... and... scary things!"
"The scariest thing in there will probably be an ass stuck in the wall," Lucy teased, earning a death glare from Lora.
"Yeah... I can vouch for that," I said with a shudder, the memory of being 'devoured' by that ass in the wall the first time I entered the tower was something I DID! want to repeat.
"See!" Lora said, pointing a trembling finger at me. "Even she agrees! It's dangerous!"
"It's also a unique experience," Kat countered, her voice smooth and persuasive like aged wine. "It can help you relieve some stress and learn how to protect yourself in the future."
"Plus," I added, leaning forward and giving Lora my most charming smile. "We'll be with you. Me, Lucy, and Kat. We're goddesses, remember? We won't let anything happen to you. Think of it as... a team-building exercise with extreme bondage and potential dismemberment."
"..."
Lora stared at us; the only thing she could do was look at me with those big, pleading green eyes of hers.
It was adorable.
"Sigh... alright." She gave up, seeing the determination in our eyes. "But... but if we die, I'm haunting all three of you."
"Pfft... Deal."
"Yay!" Lucy pumped her fist in the air. "Team 'Divine Delinquents' is officially formed! We're gonna be the best adventure party ever!"
Kat and I couldn't help but laugh at her enthusiasm.
The rest of the festival passed in a joyous blur. I introduced my three friends to my sister, lovers, and daughters who came to the city for the celebration.
The cute loli Lora instantly became everyone's favorite target to tease. Even Vicky found a new hobby in teasing her, which was a shocking sight to behold.
Ember, Luna, and Azura self-proclaimed that from this day on, they are Lora's big sisters, and they will 'protect' her from any 'evil' people who want to get their hands on her.
But in reality, they just wanted to tease her as much as they wanted.
And poor Lora didn't know what to do with herself. She was constantly bombarded with hugs, head pats, and teasing comments, her face a permanent shade of red.
But there was also a certain warmth in her eyes, a hint of happiness that she couldn't hide, despite her embarrassment.
I was happy for this kind of development. The last thing everyone wanted was for Lora to fall into depression like the last time. That's why I asked Augusta to avoid appearing in front of Lora for now.
The last thing I wanted was for my dear Lora to be triggered.
So seeing her being taken care of by my children was a good thing.
Kat was having a blast defeating many opponents in drinking contests, and I'm pretty sure she found a new 'friend' in my adorable-only to my eyes-grandson, Fenrir.
The huge werewolf, who was now twice my size, was surprisingly lightweight when it came to alcohol. A few mugs of Kat's special brew, and he was already howling at the moon and telling everyone who would listen about his 'amazing' goddess-grandma.
'He's a good boy.'
And Lucy? Well, she found her own kind of fun. She caught sight of Soraka, the centaur girl, and the huge horse cock which was locked in a cage, and immediately went to 'interrogate' the poor girl about her 'condition'.
'It's been a long time since I visited her... I need to pay them a visit later and drain her a little.'
The chastity cage crafted from the living armor Hunger was doing its job of keeping Soraka's lust in check, but it also denied her a proper release, causing her to get more and more aroused as the days went by. The constant, low-level hum of unfulfilled desire must have been maddening for her.
...
The grand festival in the city plaza below continued to rage, and at some point, it was unavoidable that the 'real' celebration would begin.
Fortune's Gate never does things halfway.
The first 'real' moan echoed from a side street, a low, throaty sound of pure bliss that was quickly joined by another, and another. It was like a domino effect of desire. The festival's public displays had been the kindling, and now the fire was catching, spreading through the city's veins like a fever.
The orgy had begun.
From our vantage point, we had a front-row seat to the city's descent into organized, celebratory debauchery. Couples and groups melted into the shadows of alleys, against walls, or simply in the middle of the plaza, no longer caring who watched.
Dicks in asses. Vaginas and mouths filled with cum. Hands roaming over bare flesh. Giggles, moans, and groans.
Lora, who was resting on my lap from all the eating and drinking, stared, wide-eyed and frozen, at the scene unfolding below. Her face, which had finally returned to a normal shade, flushed a deep crimson once more.
"They're… they're…"
"Celebrating," Kat finished for her, her voice a lazy, amused purr as she swirled the wine in her glass. She took a slow sip, her eyes half-lidded as she watched the spectacle. "In the most fundamental way possible. It's quite… organic."
"It's a fucking sea of writhing bodies," Lucy said with glee, leaning her chin on her hands, a wicked grin on her face. "Why dance around it when you can just do it? I love this city."
"I… I need to go," Lora stammered, trying to scramble off my lap. "I… I need to find a restroom. Or a quiet place. Or another dimension."
"Oh, no you don't," I said, my hand shooting out and wrapping gently but firmly around her wrist. "You wanted the full Fortune's Gate experience. This is part of it. Consider it… cultural immersion."
"But—!" Lora's eyes darted around, pleading. "But everyone is…!"
"Exactly," I purred, my other hand tracing a slow, deliberate circle on her stomach. Then I leaned in and planted a soft kiss on the nape of her neck, making her shiver. "Relax, little goddess. No one will force you. But… I really want to show you how we celebrate."