At first the evening didn't seem to be going to badly for James, save for the obvious fact that he was having to spend the whole time naked running from Elspeth's kitchen to her dining room at her guests beck and call. But for the most part they were at least treating him respectfully and he didn't feel in any immediate danger of getting in the wrong side of anyone's magic. Some of the witches were friendly, even a little over friendly, but others clearly didn't feel a mere mortal should be among them even as a clotheless servant and seemed to be merely tolerating his presence for now.
The problem for James was that he was serving a lot of wine and, whatever supernatural abilities these ladies might possess, it was clear they didn't tolerate alcohol any better the non magical did. They were getting louder, rowdier and increasingly out of control. Some were beginning to make suggestive comments or fondle him as he served them, while others were starting to make their disdain for his presence more obvious. Others still were just acting plain idiotic, much like a lot of drunks except with the power to cast spells. As he entered the room with yet another bottle of wine he was starting to get a bad feeling about where this was going.