A Strategy Meeting

Yua, Maricela, and Emma all sit in Yua and Maricela's room, Gathering Love. The room is comfortably built, with warm air pumped from the central fire and other fires beneath the hotel. It has beds and a table, and even a mini-fridge with various food stuffs. And as they see, the fridge fills itself whenever the door closes. It also has closets, in which they shockingly find their own clothes. Yua had dressed almost immediately upon getting here in a business suit, looking to regain at least some of her lost authority. With that, they could almost forget the terrible nature of this hotel, and relax like a real vacation, though Maricela's closet only had similarly revealing items to the one that she now wears. But there was one very obvious reminder of just what kind of a place this is.

The problem with the room is the relief along one of the walls. There, in traditional Japanese art, is depicted a man and a woman having sex, the woman gravid with pregnancy, her milk dripping down one breast, the other in the mouth of her voracious lover. His strong hips caught with his dick fully enmeshed in her wet, clearly fertile pussy as he bounces her on his lap.

But none of them care. It was a shock when they first came in, but now it has been a few hours. A few hours each of the two had spent coming to terms with their new surroundings, with their transformations. A few hours to find a new normal. After a few hours, Yua had invited Emma into her room. Emma was the one Yua trusted most, though Maricela was a close second.

"So, how do we know a strategy is even worth a damn? I mean, you saw what they fucking did to us in there. Maybe just talking about this will lead that snow bitch to demand we crawl on our knees and beg like dogs. Like" Emma seems skeptical and she can feel the last word tinge with an almost valley girl accent. Though she did come here after Yua invited her, on the pretext of strategy, she has to wonder just how much strategy means in this context. Ashley was still coming to terms with just what her life had become, inwardly debating how to handle tonight, and hadn't seen the need to protest not being invited.

"We don't. But it's our best chance to make it out of here without any more strong changes. This is the only way we can win without turning into simpering little sex slaves." Yua says this confidently. She was used to being in control, and now that the never ending **** on her modesty was over, she was trying to regain even the appearance of it. Though as she says the last part, she can feel a slight heat build in her stomach.

"What are you talking about? I thought that it was either play along or get **** to play along?" Maricela asks this question, clearly frazzled. The others can't blame her, as she finds herself sitting in a way that hides none of her obvious new assets. She now wore a slightly longer t-shirt, though the top had a very deep v neck that showed off her abundant cleavage, the words along the front, Aged Like Fine Wine.

Yua continues. "Well, you see, to get out of here without further strong changes, we need to be the three people to win 100 VPs. Not that I want to be in his harem, ba... Anyways, there are two ways to get VPs. The first is disgusting. The second is very, very doable." As Yua begins to get emotional, she feels the urge to fall toward a trope, only to resist it.

Maricela says, "Right, exactly. We can get VPs by going in there and turning into a little plaything for Ben. Act like his little sex toy and bam, on our way to making it out of here untouched. So, what are we going to try to tag team him and overwhelm him, try to demand a high place in his... harem?" The last word is tinged with disgust. "I have a husband and a child, I can't just break my vows. If that's the plan, then I want nothing..."

Emma, showing her original fiery spirit, raises her voice, "Shut up, panic won't do us any good. No, I think I get what Yua's plan is. No, this is an alliance of a different sort. There are two ways to get VPs. Sex and intimacy with Ben. And challenges."

Yua nods. "Right. If one of us wins every challenge, presumably we can get out of here with only small changes and we can do the other method as little as possible. So if we can, we help each other to win. And if we can't, well we hope one of the others wins. And that way, we'll all be on top of Goshujin-sama's harem." Yua can't help but cringe, as she says that word again. Why didn't they remove the shame in saying the word? Because they love watching her suffer?

Emma begins her questioning. "So what, we win challenges while throwing up the middle finger? Don't you think that they'll catch onto us?" "Oh yes, certainly, I have no doubt that even now, the cameras are on us." Yua waves her hand around, and both Maricela and Emma look up, trying to find some hidden intruder. As the conversation continues, it is with an air of paranoia. "But that might just help us."

Maricela looks confused. "How? How can it help us?" Yua says this with a dead certain look on her face. "Because it's resistance. There will be those in the audience who want submissive sex toys immediately. But there will almost certainly be some who want us to suffer. To see us broken. So let's give them a show."

"But don't think we're going to walk out and try to tackle Yuki. No, we'll be reserved, we'll try to minimize humiliation, but won't fight against those we are **** to endure." Yua tries to impose as much leadership as she can muster. "And if we're lucky, we can come out of this like bosses. With some degree of autonomy, even if we are technically part of the harem. Maybe enough to escape his pull when we enter the real world. It is possible. It is possible that we could win."