Dawn of the First Contest

Sigrid had had a surprisingly good evening. River had edged themselves into oblivion again, staying up most of the night frantically trying to achieve a magically prevented orgasm. Thanks to the temporary transformation though, Sigrid had been able to sit out on the couch outside the bedrooms and pull an all-nighter completing a handful of classic 80's and 90's games, and felt nothing but well-rested and refreshed as the sun crested up through the giant seven storey glass windows. Aside from the whimpered, frustrated moaning coming out of the bedroom as a semi-constant distraction, it was a rather lovely night. Sigrid's work often left her too tired to play games herself as of late, so, it was a welcome opportunity to indulge in a hobby she hadn't be able to in a while.

Sigrid was often an early riser anyway, the heat of a forge making an early start while things are just barely light ideal, especially in summer. Having woken before the rest of the group most mornings, Sigrid was startled to hear a noise, not from the bedrooms, but instead from the elevator as it dinged open and Rahne emerged. The host, clad this time in a suit jacket and scandalously short leather minidress, strode towards Sigrid.

"Good morning." Rahne spoke in a measured, even tone, not wanting to wake everyone as their heels click-clacked their way across the floor.

Sigrid immediately tensed up, the relaxation of the last night evaporation upon Rahne's arrival. "Morning."

"So, you'll be glad to know, the producers agreed. The contest has been moved forward. As soon as everyone is awake, it starts."

Sigrid just paused. She wasn't sure whether to be thankful that she was listened to, or slightly terrified of the upcoming contest. However, it was mere moments long before a rather frazzled looking River emerged.

"There you are!" Rahne cheerily greeted them. "How are you?"

"Good." The enby had stepped out, hastily, but precisely dressed. Sigrid had never seen River this calm and focused, well, ever. It was strangely alien after their behaviour last night.

"Brilliant! I was just saying to Sigrid, the contest starts once everyone is up, so, gather yourself and prepare and we'll go down the elevator to the hotel auditorium soon!"

River just nodded and went down to get some food. Sigrid hurried after them. "Hold up River." She put a hand on their shoulder. "Are you good? You were a wreck up until about five minutes ago."

"It really did seem that way, didn't it?" River smiled.

"What?"

"I have a goal: get cucked as fast as physically possible. That meant getting the contest to happen as fast as possible. That meant getting one of you to convince Rahne to change the contest time."

Stunned Sigrid let go of River's shoulder. "You were faking?"

"Partially. I did feel compelled to do most of what I was doing, but that really only helped with the 'masturbating in front of you' part of the equation. Sorry for keeping you up, by the way."

"That's... okay?" Sigrid just watched River descend the stairs, unable to even be upset at River, she was just that damn impressed.