"...And so then that's when I created pumpkins into the world to- Eep!" I heard a woman shout as I felt myself fall and land in a chair.
"Ow ow owwww," I said, rubbing my butt from the soreness.
"Oh, it is just Darling Maria coming by." I looked around and my gaze was met at chest level to Seqora. "How nice of you to drop in. Would you like some tea?"
"Ah, oh, um, sorry!" I stammered, looking around.
There was a group of several people sitting around in cushioned orange chairs. The one who "Eep'd" was a woman of, if I had to guess of Hispanic origin. She was pretty and I guess that she looked to be around her mid-30s. Though, her fashion style seemed like something from thousands of years ago. If I had to give a rough estimate, maybe 6,000 BC. Speaking of BC, that's about where her cup size was too.
To her left was a man dressed very formally in a large mustache, tuxedo, and a top hat. He gave me a British air to him, likely from the Victorian era. He was pretty handsome, but not my type.
His arm was around a woman who was wearing a jacket with the USSR flag on it. She was larger than him in height and bulk, but looked comfortable with him on the chair.
To the right of the Eep woman was a man who, given his shirt with the continent of Africa design and in big bold letters, along with his dark-skin, I assumed was from some place there.
Seqora was pouring tea from a large kettle in the center before turning around and handing me a cup. I thanked her and she took a seat between me and the African shirt fellow. There were also a few empty chairs around.
"So, this is the Maria lass that we've been hearing so much about?" the Victorian gentleman said.
"Huh? Maria is yes. I mean! Yes, Maria I is! I. Urk." I gave up and just started sipping my tea. I just wanted to sink away and disappear.
"Oh quit putting so much pressure on her. She hasn't been a Ringmaster that long," the man in the African shirt said, tossing a pillow at the Victorian gentleman.
"I, um, what?" I said, stammering before Seqora put a hand on my shoulder.
"Everyone, this darling here is Maria O'Conner, the current Ringmaster," Seqora said, her voice relaxing my muscles a little. "Darling Maria, these are other Ringmasters from the ages." She gestured to the man in the Africa shirt and then moved from left to right. "That is Dmitry Barnes, Rene Luque, Otis Thompson, and Zotova Danilovna." The four of them all waved at me.
"Ah, um, hello everyone," I said, giving them a wave back.
"Quite the fall you had there," Otis said, looking upwards. "Generally, most people use the doorways rather than teleporting in." His face was met with another pillow from Dmitry.
"Ignore him. He thinks he's all high and mighty just because he found Blackbeard's treasure and got the ring," Dmitry said.
"Blackbeard was a ringmaster!?" I blurted out in surprise.
"No, not him," Rene said, piping up and sitting more comfortably in her chair now. "It was Marnix Bilman who had the ring. But, when he died, the ring was buried along with Blackbeard's treasure and lost until Otis found it."
"It was quite the accomplishment, if I do say so myself," Otis said, dusting off his tux.
"Yes, he is quite the accomplished man," Zotova said, giving Otis a big squeeze.
I chuckled along and drank my tea, hoping not to stand out any more than I already was.
"So, what brings you here tonight, Darling Maria?" Seqora asked, turning everyone's attention back towards me again.
"Um, well, I don't really know what brought me here or why," I said, looking down at my hand where the ring would be. I also suddenly noticed that I was clothed in a T-shirt and sweatpants as opposed to the definitely nakedness I was in when I passed out.
"Well, it would seem to me that you're getting a lot better with the Ring," Rene said as she leaned forward, giving me a lovely view down her cleavage. "You're growing stronger much rapidly than most others."
"Oh, um, thanks," I said, giving her a soft smile back. Her grin was infectiously beautiful.
"Darling Maria here is becoming quite the natural Ringmaster," Seqora said, reassuring me further with a pat on my back. "After all, in just a few days, she already has had sex with five different ladies." That made me spit out my tea.
"How do you know that?" I exclaimed after wiping my chin.
"Seqora here knows everything that happens with the Ring and the current Ringmaster," Zotova said.
Seqora turned and gave me a knowing look. "Yes. Every thought, every action, whim, change caused or from the Ringmasters, I am aware of. My dear Regina shares a similar trait with me. She's such a wonderful daughter." Seqora chuckled and her expression switched to a giddy one as soon as she mentioned Regina.
"But, isn't it weird watching your daughter, you know, um," I couldn't bring myself to say it.
"Take it in every hole?" Dmitry said, completely casually.
"Devour carpet like it's a plate of rice and chicken?"
"Work the shaft like a piston?"
"Finger like she's playing the guitar?"
"Okay, let's not make Seqora any more uncomfortable by talking about Regina's sex life!" I said out loud, my own face completely beet red. I turned to see how Seqora was doing, but she just had that giddy expression on her face from before.
"Ah, my dear Regina is simply the best," she said with a chuckle. She idly stirred her tea while humming to herself.
"She's lost in her thoughts again," Rene said. "If you've got questions right now though, we'll try and answer them."