Across the kitchen table

Sylvia hummed a jaunty tune as she walked down the hall towards the dining room. But she paused when a certain someone confronted her.

It was Dakota. The black-haired girl was no longer naked; instead a blue and black patterned cotton shawl was draped over her body. But it was clearly woven for someone a lot shorter than her, given the fact that the hemline drifted just past her round apple bottom.

Dakota stared coldly at Sylvia.

“Did you need something?” Sylvia tilted her head to the side with an innocent smile.

Dakota narrowed her eyes and stepped forward until she was face to face with the blonde, nearly pressing her boobs into the other girl’s chest.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She growled.

“…I’m the host of the show,” Sylvia said calmly, as if they were just having a casual chat. “I’m doing a great many things. Or is there something specific you were asking about?”

“Placing me last in the ranking,” Dakota growled. “My date with Nick is last?”

“Funny how that works out, right?” Sylvia smirked.

“You should have put me on the first date, tomorrow, instead of… her.”

“Oh? And why is that? Because you want it so badly? No, no, no, let me make things clear. You might still be getting used to being alive again, but don’t think I’ll let you do whatever you want. You’re a player on my board. I'm not going to just hand you the game you know. You've got to work for it my girl.”

She waved her cane, and Dakota clutched her throat. She fell to her knees and began to cough up water.

“If I wanted to, I could send you back to the river.” Sylvia’s cold voice boomed in Dakota’s ears as she struggled to breathe. “You don’t give orders my girl. You will go on dates when I say so. And if you do, if you play nicely with the others and follow my rules, then you will receive all the kindness and love from your master you could ever want.”

She knelt down beside the gagging Dakota and touched her cheek.

“I gave you a body perfectly sculpted to the master’s tastes, just as you asked for,” she murmured. “But I could take that away,” she snapped her fingers, “just like that.”

Then she leaned in close and whispered into Dakota’s ear.

“Keep being a good girl, and I’ll reward you. But if you’re a bad girl… well, perhaps the master would like to know just how you’ve been spending these last 15 years?”

Dakota’s eyes widened and reached her hand towards Sylvia’s throat.

Sylvia pulled away, standing over Dakota. She tapped her cane and Dakota could finally fill her lungs with air. She collapsed, gasping for breath.

“Hah… hah… You… you bitch…” Dakota spat, turning on her. But she didn’t get up and attack. She just stared up at Sylvia while Sylvia stared down at her.

Sylvia had never felt power like this before. Oh yeah, now this is what it's all about... I finally feel alive…

“Don’t be late for dinner!” She called over her shoulder, walking towards the banquet hall with laughter in her heart. The feast was about to begin!

---

The banquet hall was massive. The largest room any of the girls had ever seen. Table upon table stretched the length of it, each piled high with all manner of dishes from around the world. (And some, Dawn suspected, from other worlds entirely.)

“It looks so good…” Kim couldn’t help but drool. Having spent most of her life cutting out meals to save money, she’d never seen this much food before.

Dawn’s stomach started to rumble. The smell was intoxicating, it made the takeout she ate ritualistically seem like pig slop.

“Welcome, ladies!” Sylvia sat at the head of an ornately decorated dining room table in the center of the room, places set for eight. “Come! Eat your fill! Gather and be merry, for this is our celebratory dinner!” She crowed with glee.

Her eyes landed on Dakota, who glared back at her.

“So we can just eat whatever we want?” Carly asked, glancing at her for confirmation. Sylvia nodded.

“It’s a buffet. Our faeries are quite exceptional cooks, they created all this from scratch.”

“Forget the food,” Gina said. She was shaking and her eyes were unfocused. “Where’s the booze? You said there was an open bar.”

Sylvia smirked.

“I’m sorry, but the bar is closed. You see, the welcome banquet is a dry affair. After all, not everyone here is 21.” She glanced at Kim when she said this and the schoolgirl stiffened. But if you like, I could arrange for some fruit juice? We have… Hi-C Tropical Punch, I believe, stuff’s all the rage.”

She took a sip from a cup filled with red liquid to emphasize her point, keeping her eyes trained on Gina all the while.

Dawn looked at her buddy and bit her lip in concern. She knew what someone going through withdrawal looked like, and it looked like this girl was currently jonesing for just about every **** imaginable.

“C-Come on…” Gina whimpered pitifully, scratching at her arm. “I-I need something… anything, please… it hurts so bad… everywhere’s sore, my skin itches, I can’t think… please, just… just give me something, please…”

“Hey, come on…” Holly walked over to Gina to help her to the table before the poor girl collapsed. But the second she touched her arm the blonde lashed out.

“Get away!” She shouted, swinging wildly and knocking Holly down. “LEEME ALONE!”

Gina turned to Sylvia, leaning against the table to steady herself.

“I’ll… I’ll take another transformation…” she pleaded. “The other one… that heals me, so I don’t have to deal with this… please, just… I’ll have two transformations!” She **** a shaky smile to her face. “They’ll want that, right? The audience…”

“I’m sorry, but that’s not how the rules work.” A steak appeared on the plate in front of Sylvia and she began to cut into it, completely ambivalent to Gina’s plight.

“You have to do something!” Mary wailed. “She’s in pain!”

“Yeah, help her!” Holly exclaimed.

Finally, it was too much. The **** that Gina had inflicted onto her body over the years was coming home to roost. Without the constant flood of **** and **** through her system to numb the pain, every part of her was screaming, and every breath she took was agony. She clutched her chest and started panting, and then her body began to shake even more intensely.

Oh no! Dawn’s eyes widened. She recognized the symptoms of a withdrawal-induced seizure. She barely had time to get over to the girl before Gina hit the floor, shaking erratically.

“She’s seizing!” Dawn shouted, kicking the chairs away from Gina so she wouldn’t hurt herself by bumping into them. “I need something soft! NOW!”

“Soft? Huh?” Dani was the closest one but had no idea what Dawn was asking for. But Dakota immediately sprung into action. She tore the shawl off from around her body and folded it up, passing it over to the doctor. Dawn tucked it under Gina’s shaking head to keep her from bashing herself into a coma from her convulsions.

“What do we do now?” Holly asked frantically. “Doctor?”

“Please no… please no…” Mary was rocking back and forth on the floor, clasping her hands together in prayer. Kim stared in shock at the scene in front of her. The youngest one present, she had lived a rougher life than most 20 year olds, but this was new. She felt like she was going to be sick.

“Is… is she going to be okay?” Carly asked, her face pale.

“We won’t know until the convulsions stop,” Dawn said. Her face was a mask of grim professionalism. “Just clear the area of anything dangerous and wait.”

“Gina…” For the first time Dawn thought she could see a trace of emotion on the dead girl’s face. She looked worried.

She should be. Who the hell has a seizure after only a couple hours being clean? While in their room it was clear that Gina’s condition had been getting progressively worse, for it to be this ****…

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Gina stopped shaking. Dawn immediately tilted her head back and opened her mouth, leaning in close with her ear.

She sighed in relief. “…She’s breathing. Help me turn her over.” Dani helped turn the **** Gina onto her side so she could recover. But the event itself was terrifying. There was no telling when the next attack would come.

When Dawn stood back up she had fury in her eyes.

“What’s the matter with her?” She growled.

Sylvia looked confused.

“She’s going through withdrawal. I already told you. Her body’s sustained so much **** that she can hardly function in her present state.”

“You should have used your veto,” Holly snapped. “You could have helped her! You knew this would happen, didn’t you?”

Sylvia looked pained. “I knew she was in bad shape. But believe me! If I thought there was a chance of her having a seizure, I would have vetoed that last vote for sure! I thought she’d just be a little cranky from her withdrawal, honest!”

“Can you help her?” Holly demanded.

“Yeah, there’s gotta be something you can do!” Carly nodded. “She has a date tomorrow! You can’t just leave her like this.”

“…You raise a valid point,” Sylvia admitted. “In her present condition, I doubt the master would be able to enjoy his date with her. But then… is that really what you girls want?”

“Huh? Of course it is,” Kim said. “What kind of ridiculous question is that? She’s in trouble and she needs help!”

“If Gina is incapable of going on her date tomorrow, then she’ll automatically lose,” Sylvia reminded everyone. “And that’s a net good for you girls, isn’t it? It will give you a chance to get ahead.”

“Who gives a damn?!” Dani exclaimed. “Save the crap for later! She needs help NOW!”

“You think any of us would leave her in this position for an advantage?” Holly seethed. “You’re sick!”

“Help her already!” Mary wailed, pale with fear. She might have been scared of the grunge girl, but Gina looked like she was dead.

Sylvia’s face lit up with joy.

“Oh, yay! That’s exactly what I wanted to hear!” She gushed.

Everyone stared at her in shock.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Dawn demanded.

“All you girls coming together, forgetting about the competition and just expressing concern for your fellow harem member…” Sylvia sniffled, dabbing at her face with her napkin. “It brings a tear to my eye…”

“This… this was a test!?” Dawn couldn’t believe what she was hearing right now. Her furry ears and tail bristled in anger.

“No, no, not at all,” Sylvia clarified. “I’m just so touched! Of course, I’d be happy to help Gina out! …Except I can’t.”

“Can’t?” Dani growled, taking a step towards her. “Or won’t?”

“Can’t,” Sylvia repeated. “You have your rules that you need to follow, and I have mine. And like it or not, even in a situation like this, I have to remain impartial. I can’t use my power to help Gina, because that would be giving her an unfair advantage. The audience decided they didn't want her making a quick recovery from the effects of her addictions, and I'm bound to follow their wishes. I'm sorry my girls, but my hands are tied."

“There has to be something!” Holly shouted, smashing her palm on the table so hard the candles shook.

“…There is,” Sylvia admitted with a frown. “But it’s not that simple. Would you let me explain?”

Dawn took a quick glance at Gina. She was serene, but there was always a chance she could have another attack. Dawn didn’t want to take that chance.

“Explain quickly,” she growled, glaring at her. Sylvia smiled back.

“In the gift baskets I left in front of your rooms, there was a list of goods and services you can purchase with your BP,” Sylvia reminded the girls. “Now, the first page is just the universal stuff that everyone can purchase, but the second page? Those goods are specialized, unique to each of you and your specific roles.”

“What’s your point?” Kim asked. She hadn’t even had time to check out her list of items yet.

“My point is that one of the items on Gina’s list is the Adicktion Patch,” Sylvia said. “As long as you’re wearing one, any addiction or withdrawal symptoms are completely mitigated.”

“Is it safe?” Dawn demanded. She wasn’t about to let Gina stick random substance patches on her body if she didn’t know what was in them. She might not have been friends with her new roommate but she was still a doctor with responsibilities.

“I promise, Gina will be just fine,” Sylvia assured her. “Put her to bed, and she’ll wake up a brand new girl in the morning.”

“Fine, hand it over then.”

“Ah, ah, ah, sorry, it doesn’t work that way,” Sylvia shook her head. “We return to that ‘no special favors’ part, remember? The patches aren’t free. They’re 3000 BP for a box. That’s quite a hefty sum, and way more than she has. So I’d like to help, but there’s nothing I can do unless you girls can scrounge up an extra 1000 BP.”

Sylvia scanned the crowd of stunned women.

“Does she have a friend she can count on? Someone who-"

“Take mine,” Holly said immediately.

“Are you sure? You only have 500!” Kim said, shocked.

“So? Those points are only for buying stuff to please Nick, right? And since I’m not interested in that, they’re useless to me.” She glanced at Gina. “If I can give up my points to help her, that’s the best use of them I can think of.”

“…But you only have 500,” Sylvia reminded her. “If you want to help Gina, then someone else will have to-“

“Take 500 from me, as well,” Dawn said. “I saw the symptoms earlier. I should have done something then, but I didn’t think it was my problem.”

“Hey we all saw Gina shaking like that on the way here from the beach,” Carly gently reminded her. “Don’t beat yourself up.”

“Are you sure about this?” Sylvia asked.

“She’s my buddy, and she’s my responsibility,” Dawn nodded. “It’s just 500 points.”

“Well, alright then!” Sylvia smiled, holding up her cane. It flashed.

Gina: 2000 BP -> 0 BP

Dawn: 2500 BP -> 2000 BP

Holly: 500 BP -> 0 BP

A box of small cloth discs appeared on the table. Dawn snatched it up and took one out, peeling off the foil and sticking the patch on Gina’s neck. Immediately, the girl’s breathing began to ease up and the color started returning to her cheeks.

“…Mmmm…” Gina sighed in her sleep, blissfully unaware of everything that had just happened to her.

“Oh, thank the lord…” Mary sighed in relief, nearly collapsing on the ground herself.

“For once I’m with you on that one,” Dani nodded in agreement, slumping down into a chair. She felt completely wiped out after that frenzy.

“She’s going to be okay, right?” Holly pressed. She still wasn’t convinced.

“You don’t have to be suspicious of every little thing, my girl,” Sylvia scoffed. She sounded irritated, but even she looked a little relieved. If something happened to Gina, it would be her ass on the line. Nick getting upset with her would be just the tip of the iceberg.

Sylvia rose from her chair and walked over to Gina. “I’ll have her sent back to her room,” she said, raising her cane. “She won’t be able to eat much of anything in her present condition. What she needs now is rest.”

“I’ll go with you,” Dawn nodded. “I’ve kind of lost my appetite.”

She wasn’t the only one. As good as the food still smelled, after seeing something like that, no one was in the mood to eat.

“I suppose this is a premature end to the welcome banquet,” Sylvia said, clapping her hands to bid the faeries disperse along with the food. “If you all are still hungry, you may order what you like from room service. But for now, feel free to go.”

With a wave of her wand Gina disappeared, sent back to her room. Dawn immediately headed there herself, Adicktion Patches tucked safely under her arm.

The other girls stood in stunned silence, not sure what to do. They’d come expecting a feast, and now they were leaving with empty bellies and dark thoughts weighing heavily on their minds.

“I didn’t expect that…” Kim said. She helped Mary to her feet. “Are you alright?”

“This is why daddy always said to stay sober,” Mary mumbled, staring vacantly at the spot on the floor where Gina had been lying. “Warning me that if I drank or smoked, I’d become a hussy like her…”

“Yeah, uh… me neither,” Kim admitted. “I haven’t done that stuff myself. Whenever I considered drinking, I always thought about Rick, and… no thanks.”

“Who is Rick?” Mary asked.

“He’s my son of a bitch biological father,” Kim spat. Mary gasped.

“You should really watch your language,” she warned. “Momma says only vulgar girls lacking class use such foul words.”

Kim’s struggle not to laugh was a losing battle. “Mary, you’re really something alright,” she said, slapping the girl lightly in the back. “It’s like you came out of a black and white movie!”

“Um… okay…” Mary didn’t get what was so funny. But she smiled anyway because Kim’s giggling was infectious.

“Let’s head back to our room,” Kim said, draping her arm over the redhead’s shoulder. Even though Mary was several years older than her, she reminded Kim of her little sister. “We can maybe watch a movie or something. Or TV! My old one back home only played DVDs, we didn’t even have cable. But there’s gotta be something good on, right?”

Mary nodded excitedly. “Have you ever watched 'Little House on the Prairie'?”

“Haven’t even heard of it,” Kim shook her head. “Why, is it any good?”

The redhead’s green eyes popped with glee. “Any good? Why, it’s just the best piece of television in history, I reckon!”

Holly watched Mary walk off with Kim at her side, chatting up like a pair of old girlfriends. She beamed with joy.

Good for you, Mary! I knew you could do it! The redheaded belle just had that way about her. Once she finally got acclimated to a new environment, her bright honesty and folksy innocence just had a way of attracting people. The biggest thing she needed at the moment was a supportive friend, and as much as Holly wanted to be that for her, it would be a lot better if she could count on her buddy for that.

Besides, Holly had other concerns to deal with.

“Um…”

She turned to see Dakota standing in front of her, holding out the bundled up shawl.

“I’m sorry, it got a little dirty,” she mumbled. “You said it was your grandmother’s, and I…”

“No, don’t worry about it!” Holly said, taking it back. “She’d be thrilled to know you used it to help someone! …The only problem is, you’re still naked.”

“So that’s where you got that!” Carly came up to the two girls. She elbowed Dani in the side. “See? I told you Holly gave it to her. She's totally the type to have hand-woven wraps and the like.”

Holly raised her eyebrow, wondering what kind of estimation that was.

“That’s real sweet of you,” Dani nodded. "Helping her out like that."

“Well, I mean… she doesn’t have any clothes in her closet,” Holly winced, glancing at Dakota, who was just standing awkwardly in front of her, still buck-ass naked. This time, though, she actually looked a little embarrassed about it.

“I guess she wouldn’t since she died when she was 12,” Carly said. She imagined squeezing Dakota’s current figure into clothes made for a 12-year-old, and winced. It was a disturbing mental image.

“I figured I could lone her something, but… well…” Holly gestured at her own petite figure. Barely taller than Dawn and just as slender, with little in the boobs or ass department to speak of.

“…Yeah, I could see how that might be a problem,” Dani agreed. “As you can see…”

Dani had also gotten changed into something more suitable for dinner. Or at least, that was the intention. Her new proportions had other ideas. Instead of a wifebeater, her huge boobs were squeezed into a t-shirt, bulging it out so tightly that Holly could make out her nipples through the fabric.

“Are you… not wearing a bra?” She gasped.

“None of mine fit me anymore,” Dani said glumly.

Carly nodded sympathetically. “I offered her one of mine, but…”

“I-I can’t wear your underwear!” Dani exclaimed, her face turning red from the scandalous suggestion. Just the thought of wearing a bra that had been holding Carly’s wondrous boobs in its embrace…

Shit. She was starting to get wet.

“The shirt’s bad enough,” she said, coming back to her senses, “but even my sweatpants are… oof. These are the biggest pair I have, too.”

If Dani had trouble getting a shirt over her boobs, squeezing her ass into those pants must have been a herculean task. They looked vacuum-sealed onto her, and were clearly straining with every step.

“I can’t imagine how uncomfortable that must be,” Holly winced.

“No,” Dani seethed, inhaling and holding her breath to ease the burden. “You really *gasp* can’t.”

“That’s it!” Carly cheered, suddenly clapping her hands together. “Tomorrow, let’s all go shopping!”

“Shopping?” Dani asked.

“Yeah! For clothes!” Carly said. “While Gina’s on her date- assuming she’s feeling up to it- the four of us can go out shopping for new clothes! Sylvia said it, right? We can use our BP to purchase stuff. And there’s gotta be clothing shops, at least to dress up nicely for Nick, right?”

“I’m not dressing up for that guy. Besides, I just spent the last of my BP,” Holly reminded her.

“Ah, that’s fine, you can just tag along then!” Carly grinned. “I mean, it’s not like I’M going to buying a new wardrobe.” She glanced down at her schoolgirl uniform. “Thanks to that transformation, my clothing sitch is gonna be settled for a while!”

Holly still wasn’t convinced. “So… I guess just clothes for Dani and Dakota, then? What do you think?” She asked, turning to her roommate.

“New clothes would be nice,” Dakota nodded. She glanced down at herself. It was only thanks to the fact that her hair was so long that she could retain some semblance of modesty. Lady Godiva would be proud. She reached up and twirled a lock of the curly black stuff clinging to her skin. “…And a haircut.”

“Oh, god, yes, please,” Dani nodded eagerly. “I need my pixie cut back, thank you very much.” She flipped her blue hair out of her face. She hadn’t had her hair this long since she was 10.

“Then it’s a plan!” Carly nodded. “Let’s all meet up tomorrow after breakfast then!”

With plans made for tomorrow, the girls headed off to their rooms.

---

From the cameras set up in the girls' rooms, Sylvia watched them all prepare for bed. They’d made it through the first day. Easily the most hectic. After tonight, everything would hopefully settle into a routine.

The Black Room

Dawn watched Gina snoring gently in the bed. From her present state, it was impossible to tell that she’d had a seizure not too long ago.

Get your rest, you’ll need it, she thought, wondering what tomorrow would bring. It still shocked her that those magic patches had such a strong effect. But then, they WERE magic.

Too bad they couldn't help Gina with her challenge tomorrow. The girls were all supposed to figure out what to do on their dates, but she doubted Gina had possessed the presence of mind to think about that at all today.

_I helped her out as much as I could. It’s not like I can plan her date for her._

Besides, Dawn had other things to think about.

Sylvia’s “welcome basket” had been quite an amusing joke. Along with the list of possible purchases, it came with a variety of other semi-useless goods. Tacky chocolates like you’d find at a gas station, scented candles (“Master’s Musk”- ew. Not happening.), a stuffed plushy shaped like Sylvia, a cheap plastic cane that sparkled when you pushed a button, some soap, a tube of lube, a dildo that she did NOT touch, and an item that, she assumed, was unique for her- a hairbrush for a cat. How sweet.

…Oh, and a box of condoms, each with a very obvious hole jabbed through the center.

Classy woman, that Sylvia.

But the thing Dawn found to be most important of all, and what had captured her interest tonight, had been located at the bottom of the gift basket: a book the size of a few dictionaries, with the words “Harem Hotel: Comprehensive Rules” scrawled on the cover.

This is a competition, and it’s got rules, Dawn thought with a smirk as she opened the book to the first page. If I want to win, I need to know them inside and out.

The White Room

“…And you mustn’t be afraid of hurt. That’s a part of life. Hurt is something to measure happiness by. It’s like… valleys and mountain peaks. Without them both, the world would be flat and uninteresting.”

“With me it’s all valleys. I keep trying to think of ways to make Johnny like me better. But none of them seem to work.”

“Honey, one of the biggest mistakes that people make is trying to change themselves so that somebody else will like them. In a way, that’s a kind of a lie. Deep down inside of all of us, there’s a sense of trueness, telling us who we are. And both your Pa and I want you to be your own, true self. ‘Cause we love you, Laura.”

Mary sniffled, dabbing at her eyes with the corner of her blanket.

“Ma’s right,” she said, nodding in agreement with the grainy footage.

“Mmyep,” Kim mumbled, bored out of her skull but not having the heart to ruin Mary’s night. “Pretty ironic that this was the only episode they had though.”

Thank God for small favors…

“I can’t believe they even have pajamas like this,” Kim said, changing the subject. Even now, she was still wearing a schoolgirl uniform. Only it was made of gentle silk, like a nightgown, perfect for falling asleep in.

These producers really thought of everything.

The Red Room

Holly turned over in bed, trying to get comfortable. But no matter where she moved, she just couldn’t. This was the softest bed she’d ever slept on, and the silk sheets were the perfect mixture of cool and warm that kept her at the perfect temperature. And luckily for her, the bed was large enough where she didn’t have to worry about accidentally bumping into Dakota in the night; the other woman was as quiet as the grave. Ironically.

No, what was keeping her up tonight was an urging in her loins.

He’s going to be with Gina tomorrow, her brain kept reminding her. Every time it did she felt a stab of heat in her legs, urging her to play with herself. But she refused to give into it.

He’s going to be with Gina tomorrow, and that slut will rock his world. Then Dawn’s next. She’s even shorter and flatter than you are, but he still wants her more than you.

Holly felt her fingers drifting towards the waist of her pajama pants. She had to **** her hand away.

Now that Dani’s such a snack, you can bet Nick’s gonna try to make a play for her. And who knows? Maybe she’s not as much of a lesbian as she claims to be. And then Mary… sweet little Mary. You already know how she feels about him. If you hadn’t set her straight all those years ago, she and Nick might already be married, and she’d be on her fourth or fifth runt by now.

Come on, why can’t I get to sleep? She wondered, turning over again. The thoughts were all passing in her mind, echoing in the deepest recesses where she could just barely register them on a subconscious level at this point. Not enough to really think about, but still there all the same.

Carly’s boobs are huge. Those things are the size of watermelons! Why would he want your flat chest when he could get his hands on those things? And then there’s Kim… she looks so plain, and yet that smile… filled with youth and excitement. A guy like Nick must be gagging to teach her the ropes, train an eager girl like that up to his specifications.

She felt something wet and moist on the tips of her fingers. She froze for a second, hearing only the sound of Dakota’s gentle snoring.

Maybe after he’s done with all of them, there might be a little scrap left over for you. But I doubt it.

Holly clamped her hand over her mouth to hold back her moan.

The Blue Room

“Whelp, time to turn in for the night!” Carly said, strolling out of the shower. Dani glanced up at her and nearly fell out of bed.

“Wha-! Buh…” Her eyes bulged out of her skull.

Carly was stark naked. No bathrobe, nothing, not even a towel to conceal her modesty.

“You’re n-n-naked!” Dani sputtered.

“So?” Carly shrugged, climbing onto the bed. “It’s part of my rules. See, I get a new outfit every morning. So if I want to keep the old one, I can’t wear anything to bed. That’s what Sylvia said, anyway.”

“B-But…” Dani was still having trouble processing it. “Y-You could at least wear a towel or something!”

“Come on, it’s just us girls here!” Carly laughed, leaning back on the royal clue sheets and stretching her arms up over her head, causing her boobs to bounce. Dani’s jaw dropped. She couldn’t believe such large, round orbs could balance so perfectly on the curvy girl’s chest.

Some people on LonelyFans made troll comments that Carly’s boobs weren’t real, that she’d had augmentation done. But staring at them now, in front of her eyes, Dani knew that no surgeon could do such great work.

They’re real… and they’re right in front of me… She swallowed.

“You know, you don’t have to go all deer-in-the-headlights,” Carly said, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. “I know I look good. Why do you think I post pictures of myself online? I’m fine if you want to take a little peek. Not like I’ll lose anything by you looking.”

“B-But you never do nudes!” Dani protested, averting her eyes from Carly’s sparkling gaze.

“Oh, that’s right,” Carly sat up a little. “I forgot, you’re one of my followers, aren’t you?”

“Uh… uh-huh…”

“So, which one was your favorite?” Carly asked excitedly. “Go on, I don’t mind.”

“Um…”

“ALL OF THEM!” She wanted to scream.

“Last year, you, uh… did a shoot, with some other girls… the Dead or Alive collab? And you were, um… dressed as that one lady…”

“Lisa Hamilton?” Carly grinned nostalgically. “Oh yeah, I had to be in a tanning booth for hours to get the color right.”

“Yeah, just… seeing you tanned like that, and how your top showed you cleavage, I just… gosh, what am I even saying?! Forget it!” Dani’s face was overheating. She flopped down into bed, blushing furiously.

“Hey, I appreciate it,” Carly said, rolling over and propping herself up on her arm. “And you should feel lucky. I don’t take my clothes off for just any old fan, you know!” She giggled.

Dani giggled too, but hers was a lot more ****.

She was trying very, very hard to tamp down on the urges inside of her. Looking at Carly was one thing. But Dani suspected the cosplayer would draw the line at masturbating in bed with her.

And with the eight girls occupied with their own thoughts, the night changed into the next morning.