Turn the ball into an orgy
From Create Your Own Story
You want to keep the best to yourself, but that would hardly be diplomatic. Most of the guests here are lonely, and were hoping (if not expecting) to fix that while within the sovereignty of your kingdom.
Luckily you already had a plan for that. In between the moans and grunting of being double penetrated, you turn to the nearest servant "Have someone bring in the party favors, would you?"
Eagerly, the servant runs off like a shot out of the ballroom. As she does, the rest of the servants in the room hurriedly begin clearing tables and plates, the space is going to be needed. A minute or two later, she returns with a long procession of other young women, and even a few men, clad only in the most scant of clothing. They line up, shoulder to shoulder, against the long wall of the ballroom, dancing and strutting in place teasingly. As the last one arrives, you clap loudly twice and use your loud voice to get the attention of the guests. Unfortunately, this requires the studs to stop fucking you, but that's a temporary setback.
"Excuse me everyone!" Once everyone quiets down, you continue. "I thank you all for coming this evening to this celebration, enjoying my kingdoms hospitality, its culture, and its traditions."
It's unusual still for you to think of this place as your kingdom, but that should become more comfortable with time.
"The land of the Maiden Queen is also the land of consent, and we take high pride in that. Everyone in this room is here this evening because they wish to be. Myself, you all, and many of my servants," gesturing to the line of them against the wall.
"We would like to take this evening to celebrate the continuation of that idea. Enjoy everyone's company, and take the opportunity to explore, expand, and respect boundaries. Enjoy."
As soon as the last line is spoken, the servants peel themselves off the wall and throw themselves into the throng of your noble guests. The studs quickly surround you again and make up for lost time by really pounding into each of your holes.
Clothes of your servants and guests quickly pile together in the center of the hall. It will take a great deal of time to sort out what belongs to who. Soft moans, enticing dirty talk, and the smacking of flesh against flesh echo through the ballroom. The young stallion fucking your ass cums inside, perhaps a bit sooner than you would have liked, and the one with his dick in your pussy stops and withdraws to allow someone else a chance (as well as see what else is available). In this brief moment without sex, a simple but glorious thought enters your mind, a epiphany.
The servants and the nobles are indistinguishable from one another here. For the next few hours, everyone is equal to one another. Just as a king from a faraway land is burying his cock into one of your female servants, the king's wife is right next to him, her ass spanked blisteringly red by one of your male servants while getting fucked in the backdoor. You're not sure if such a scene qualifies as "poetic" or not, but it is a moment worth noting, a memory worth holding.
And just like that, you're back into the fray yourself, as one of your favorite suitors approaches, hoping to have his dick sucked. You happily oblige, and before you know it, your mind fogs up in the lust of the event. By the time the festivities end, it's almost morning. Few, if any, returned for their clothing. Many of the servants left the hall in the hands of guests, taking the party to one of the many private rooms in your castle. When you finally retire to bed, you can still hear the moans of others nearby. You smile as you drift off to bed, feeling that everything today has gone as well as you could have hoped, and looking forward tomorrow; your first day as the new Maiden Queen.
