Getting to know our vict- contestants with interviews part 1

Gabriella Neuman

Gabriella was NOT a fan of this, but her inner professional kicked in before she could even think, crossing her legs and sitting up straight. Making eye contact with the interviewer, and letting her face settle into a slightly smiling calm. A posture carefully crafted to appeal to audiences without making it seem like she was strongly on one side or another. The only issue was the ridiculous pornstar cheerleader outfit the fox bitch had her in. It didn't even have any cheer briefs! Just the panties Gabriella had worn today. Really!? She was planning a serious run for higher office someday and if this ever got out that ship would be sunk before she could even announce her candidacy! Fox bitch had said this was a show, did that mean potential voters were already watching her? Could she leverage this as a good thing? Maybe play into the more sinister aspects of the situation, make herself out to be a victim...no, voters hated victims, they wanted heroes. She had to make herself the hero who persevered, not the victim who caved.

"So. Why don't you tell us about yourself?" a young bespectacled woman in a professional white blouse and black skirt sitting opposite her said holding out a microphone. Was this Nymeera? Or did she have some staff member she duped or used for this? No, given what Gabriella knew from not even an hour with the fox bitch, there was no way anyone else would be handling this. Her first instinct was to tell the fox bitch to fuck off, she didn't want to play...but that wouldn't play well with the audience would it? If what Nymeera said was true, and Gabriella was taking that with a whole MOUNTAIN salt, she needed to be on the audience's good side to get ahead.

"Well my name is Gabriella Neuman, I was the Captain of Franklin University's cheer squad." " Gabriella began, letting herself relax into a natural flow. Speaking to soothe with the cadence of her voice rather than to give out information.

"FU?" Fox bitch interrupted with a sharply upturned eyebrow. Gabriella's smile slipped before she could stop it, but fixed it a moment later.

"That's right," she continued, intent on ignoring the middle school level dirty joke every frat house on campus was only too eager to propagate. "After school I found a love for politics and decided to run for State Treasurer where I've happily served at the pleasure of our fair city for the past 4 years now." Wait who the hell was the audience? Were they humans from Gabriella's world? Was this broadcast to other universes? Were they some kind of weird, gross alien sex creatures who got off watching humans getting laid? Would they know her, or what a Treasurer even was? Eh, no harm there, most humans from Gabriella's own city didn't know what a Treasurer was or did... Still, better to lean into that than into the who cheerleader nonsense.

"A cheerleader you say?" the woman who was now DEFINITELY fox bitch preened, smiling at Gabriella. "You must've been the object of attention by many would-be suitors, especially as cheer captain. Did you have any 'romantic' interests during your time as a ripe young woman?" Okay creepily worded but Gabriella was ready for digs at her romantic life at least.

"Well I'm always on the lookout for love, family is extremely important to me, but as of yet Mr. Right just hasn't shown himself." Oh fuck... Gabriella suddenly realized she screwed up. She was on a fucking HAREM show with a Master already set to be 'Mr. Right.' THAT was not going to play well with the audience! "I mean-"

"So are you a virgin then?" Fox bitch wasn't going to give her any chance to recover, now the questions were straight up inappropriate! She'd walk out of any other interview at this point!

"No, but let me qualify my last answer-"

"Oh good, because it seems like you did have romantic interests, or at least sexual ones, and I think our audience would really like to know more about that. How many sexual partners have you had? Have you ever given a blowjob? Ever do it in your uniform? Ever do it with another girl? A fellow cheerleader?" Gabriella's mask dropped at the onslaught of questions designed to be as embarrassingly personal as possible. Was this what the audience wanted to see? Some sexpot cheer slut with trouble keeping her legs closed? Well wasn't that how pretty much everyone viewed cheerleaders? She was starting to get upset.

"3. Yes. Yes. No. And No," Gabriella's eyes stared daggers at her interviewer, rapid firing the answers to the questions she didn't want to give answers to. Maybe it would've played better if she pretended to be flirty and shy, or slutty and sex starved, but nah. She was gonna go with fire and fervor. "And I must say if that's what you think of cheerleaders then you're doing yourself and every woman who bravely puts on the uniform a major disservice." Fox bitch looked like she wanted to say something snide about her uniform but Gabriella wasn't gonna let her. "Cheerleading is one of the most physically dangerous sports a person can get into. When most people think of cheerleaders they think of the sluts prancing around in short skirts for their favorite jocks at whatever sports game they're in, but REAL cheerleaders, ones who actually compete and cheer on stage where WE are the main attraction, are hardcore badass bitches who take more falls and injuries than any football meat head, and we do it without the pads."

"You're definitely the main attraction for this show." Fox bitch didn't even bat an eye. Whatever, she wasn't the one Gabriella needed to impress, but Gabriella did try to pull her skirt down to cover just a bit more of her legs... "What do you think of your fellow contestants? 'Real' cheerleaders? Or prancing sluts?"

"Real cheerleaders." At least... Gabriella looked down and away for a brief moment, but it was enough catch the interviewer's eye.

"We'll get to see how you really feel once you're all living together in the hotel. Speaking of which... Of all your fellow contestants, who's the one you'd most like to sleep with?"

"Wh- I'm not interested in them like that!" Gabriella stuttered. Was this what the audience wanted? Wait...that was a stupid thought, a bunch of pretty young cheerleaders sleeping together, of COURSE it was what the probably male dominated audience wanted. Fuck.

"If you HAD to choose one though... Who would it be? Come on...gun to your head." Gabriella swallowed, that sounded threatening...especially given what she knew fox bitch was capable of. Her mind whirred...she wasn't really attracted to girls, though she did know that, objectively, her teammates were very pretty. This wasn't a question for her, this was a question for the audience. Who did they want to see her...sleep with? Well the answer had to be obvious right?

"Suki." Sorry Suki... If the answer was about creating the sexiest fantasy she had to go with the most obviously attractive girl.

"Hm interesting, and who would you least like to sleep with?"

"Syn..." the answer was out before Gabriella could stop herself. "I mean-"

"Interesting! A bit of bad blood between you?"

"No! We're just...both strong willed women who have different views of the world. We clash. I don't hate her..." Though there was no way she was telling the audience she 'liked' her, even a politician like Gabriella couldn't bs a lie that big.

"What about your new Master? What do you think of him?"

"Mr. Carter? I barely know him..." Gabriella answered honestly. She did take his class before, but that was 10 years ago, and Ethics was just an elective that looked good on a political resume.

"Well I happen to have some papers you wrote for Mr. Carter's class those years ago. Seems you were very diligent in your work and he graded you highly. You got an A in his class! Congratulations Captain, that must look good for a potential House Representative."

"I...haven't decided to go that route yet," Gabriella said cautiously, her outward demeanor belying the panic welling up in her chest. How the HELL did this fox bitch know Gabriella was planning a House of Representatives campaign!? Her own STAFF didn't even know that! She just smiled at Gabriella's discomfort, eyes darting down slightly. Gabriella's legs had uncrossed absentmindedly, and her heart leaped into her throat at the thought of flashing her panties at the camera (was there a camera?). Why were there no cheer briefs?! ...okay that was a stupid question. She recrossed her legs immediately, from the other side this time, as though to imply she meant to do so the entire time.

"Of course, well assuming you do decide to go that route. Would you have an R after your name...or a D?"

"...I take the fifth." No way in HELL was Gabriella pulling the pin on that grenade!

"Final question. What would you wish for if you win, and why should the audience vote for you?" Gabriella took a breath, she needed this to be the best answer possible.

"World peace," she lied. "If that isn't that worth a vote, what is?"

Synthia Price

Syn found herself sitting on a couch talking to a woman. Huh, where was Nymeera? Her eyes roamed along the bespectacled woman's curves, and she had to admit, she liked what she saw.

"What's your name babe?" Syn asked, letting her voice slip into a lower register, purring sensually as though for an audience. Heh, exactly as though for an audience.

"Call me Nina. So Synthia-"

"Syn. Or Mistress, whichever you prefer. If you're interested you can find me online at all the normal spots, just search: Mistress of Syn."

"I think I'll stick with Syn for now... Tell us a little about yourself." Nina's sly little smile told Syn all she needed about which she'd ACTUALLY prefer.

"Well Nina," Syn started to say, slowly crossing her legs as she did so, making sure that the teeny tiny little skirt slipped up as high as possible without quite revealing the lacey black panties she wore underneath. Thank you Nymeera for making these things as slutty as possible! This was firmly in Syn's wheelhouse now. "I'm the girl your mother always warned you about," she continued, her eyes becoming as smokey as her voice. "I'm a bad influence, a naughty slut, and someone who will take all those needy boys, and girls," Syn winked, "out there and milk them. For everything. They've. Got." Syn's fingers, nails painted black as her lingerie, traced along the top of her tight little cheerleader top, her large breasts already ready to burst right out. That tiny little button holding them back working so hard... Her fingers brushed it gently. It would be so easy to help relieve it of its struggles.

"Sounds...Syntillating."

"Hey that's pretty good, I might have to use that for one of my videos," Syn said, grinning widely. "With that, and this hot young body Nymeera gave me, I can tease and milk money from even more good boys and girls who should know better...but can't resist."

"Tease hmm? Have you ever...done more than that?"

"A lady doesn't kiss and tell..." Syn's smile turned poisonous. "So, oh yeah. I've given some lucky guys the time of their life, but they only get what they want if they give me what I want, you know what I mean?"

"Why don't you elaborate..."

"As an online Mistress who puts bread on her table through charitable donations by good little blue balled wallets, and viewers like you. It's good to keep a strict code of give and take. You give, I take. The only way you deserve anything in return, and let's face it look at me, you really think you deserve anything that looks like THIS? Especially now? But the only way you get anything from me is if you're giving me something really valuable. I don't mean something petty like your measly little wallets that just replenish themselves every paycheck anyway...but keep donating for me, it does make me so happy." Syn winked to the camera (or where she thought the camera was, hopefully Nymeera would fix that in post), and blew a kiss. "No, I mean like...throwing away an important job interview to be with me. Not showing up to the big game when your team is really counting on you. Skipping your date night because you have a hot cheerleader like me ready to blow your...mind."

"So you're a homewrecker." Syn laughed and shrugged.

"Sure. Everyone's got their kinks, mine is knowing that fucking me is more important than anything else. Does that make me a selfish bitch? Totally, but we're all selfish bitches deep down. Why does the guy want to go to that job interview? Cause he's a selfish bitch and wants a better life for him. Why is that big game so important? Cause the star is a selfish bitch and wants all eyes on him. What's so special about a date? Getting the two of you to fawn over how in love you are and how special you are to each other? It's emotional mutual masturbation is what it is. At least I'm honest and up front about it. I WILL ruin you. I WILL demand you give me your wallet, your orgasms, your purity...for nothing but the privilege to stare at my body and stroke...and rub and be my good little boys and girls. And deep down, you know you want that too. Why? Because I'm just so fucking hot." Syn squeezed her massive fucking tits together, leaning toward the 'camera' and letting her long, deep auburn hair cascade over the huge mounds of flesh, framing the pale flesh to make it pop even more. A bit of black lace was visible just under that tight little cheerleader top. Nina waited for a moment as Syn leaned back into the couch and grinned lustfully at the camera, licking her lips to make them shine wetly.

"What do you think of your fellow contestants?"

"Some are pretty hot, but none of them have the attitude or...experience I do. This is a game to find the Queen bitch of the Harem right? Why wait 30 days? If those girls are my competition, just give me the wish now."

"So confident, but things are never that easy... What about individuals? Who would you most like to sleep with?"

"Patika for sure. She's in great shape, but she's so mild and hesitant, I'd have her on a leash in a week. Obeying my every command. Edging for me. Crawling around behind me as I show her off. Viewers love that, and so would she once I'm done with her."

"Fascinating...and who would you least like to sleep with?" Syn frowned...

"Crystal or Gabriella. They're bitches, but unlike me they aren't honest about it, so they think they're better than me."

"Hmm... What about the Master? What do you think of him?" Syn smiled.

"Master huh? I think he'd look much sexier with a leash around his neck too."

"Really? That's quite bold, I wonder how that's gonna play to the audience..."

"I've got enough leashes for them too."

"We'll see. Now I happen to have some papers you wrote for Mr. Carter's Ethics class...hmm but there seems to be a discrepancy. Your papers are all very poorly scored, and yet your final grade was a C, easily passing. Care to...fill in the gaps?"

"As if your foxy mistress doesn't already know," Syn rolled her eyes. "Yeah I fucked him for a grade. What's the big deal? It's fucking ETHICS? It's not like I did it to become a doctor or whatever. No one's getting hurt cause I passed Ethics class. Also, you gotta admit that pretty hot right? I mean, seducing an Ethics professor and getting him to forge a grade because you're so hot he can't help himself? Mmmm, getting kinda wet just thinking about it..." Syn let her legs slide apart slowly, so tantalizingly slowly. No one would be able to see anything, but it sure would look like they could if they just stared hard enough at her long, smooth legs inching apart bit by sultry bit. Her fingers teased at the edge of her hem, keeping it low, but playing with it as though she were going to raise it high. Thank God for these tiny skirts and for allowing perverts to design women's uniforms!

"Final question. What would you wish for if you win, and why should the audience vote for you?" Syn smiled.

"I'll use it for whatever the hell I want. I'll make my life easy and I won't care about anyone or anything but myself. Why? I've already said it. Cause I'm fucking hot!"

Crystal White

Summer was no one to be seen. Crystal looked suspiciously at the woman across from her. She looked human, looked different from the kitsune who captured them, but Crystal did not like the look in her eye that those glasses tried to hide...this was Nymeera.

"So Crystal. Tell us about yourself." Crystal looked around the room she was in. No doors or windows, no way of escape, nor sign of how she even got here in the first place. Nymeera was dressed as a human and was patiently waiting for a response with a microphone held out toward her. The walls were barren and almost looked too dark, like the light wasn't really reaching them. In fact looking out toward where Crystal would imagine a camera would be, if this were a real interview, all she could see was a far wall coated in a fathomless darkness that felt as though it should stretch on forever...despite the fact that there was clearly a wall back there. Running for it seemed...ill advised.

"Here's a thought," Crystal said, crossing her arms and putting her legs together to try to show off as little of her body in this ridiculous outfit as possible. "Why don't we talk about something else?" Crystal said, staring back. "For example, this whole bullshit game show you dragged us into, without our prior knowledge nor consent I add. Sure, I can't exactly sue you for ****, keeping us here against our will, or a myriad other broken laws, but I sure as hell don't have to play along anymore than is required."

"Are you sure about that?" Nymeera asked softly, setting aside the microphone and arcing a beautiful brown eyebrow. "I mean, think about it. This is a gameshow where your fate rests in the hands of people you don't know. Do you really want to be...quiet quitting in these circumstances?" Crystal exhaled sharply with an amused smirk.

"People I don't know and who don't know me judging me from afar? Please, you may think you're doing something special here, but this is just high school with special effects."

"So people in high school judged you from afar and didn't bother getting to know the real you? Well, you have the chance now? What do you say?"

"I've given my answer already. I didn't care what strangers thought of me then, and I don't care now."

"But there is someone here you care about, isn't there?" Crystal's gaze became very cold as she stared, unblinking, into Nymeera's eyes. "You think no one picked up how obsessed you were over your sister's safety? If you don't play along, who's to say what will happen t-"

"Let her go and I'll play."

"Excuse me?"

"Let Summer go, and I'll play the game. Do whatever you want, play however you want. I'll dedicate myself to being the best harem member ever, I'll be your harem queen, or ****, or whore. I'll be whatever I have to be, but she goes free."

"That isn't up to me anymore."

"Bullshit. You're God aren't you?" Nymeera's smile twisted upward in an almost pained expression for a moment, and Crystal's face began to soften. "Oh my god. You're not _allowed _to do that are you?"

"Careful now... I'm still a God compared to you and anyone else here. There are just...levels."

"And you're not on top like you pretend to be. Then this interview is pointless. I don't want to speak to you, I want to speak to the real powers that be."

"You want to speak to my manager?" Nymeera laughed loudly, her voice howling through the cramped room and echoing out into some unseen abyss. "Let me be VERY clear about this." Suddenly the frail human disguise was gone and Nymeera was towering over Crystal in her fox woman form, her fur like purple fire that consumed the stars caught within till Crystal could feel the heat emanating off of her. Despite herself she shrank back, her skimpy cheerleader's outfit feeling woefully sparse. "As far as you're concerned, I AM your God here. You have a problem, you want to lodge a complaint, file an appeal to a higher court? You don't. I am that authority. Anything beyond that is just petty details your pathetic little primate brain isn't developed enough to process. Am I clear?"

The next words out of Crystal's mouth surprised even her. She wasn't trying to be brave, or witty, or even take one last shot at spitting in God's eye. She was scared, honestly scared of what this great beast would do to her, to her sister, if it wasn't appeased...and yet, a small part of her couldn't just sit back and take it. Even if it was pointless, even if it was foolish...that part would not be cowed.

"Objection...badgering the witness," she said, her voice shaky. Nymeera stopped, her face lit up with surprise for a moment, then she laughed, a mirthful, cackling laugh that made the feeble light in the small room shudder and die. The screen was cast into full darkness for a long moment, and the only sound was Nymeera's voice, soft and terrible...

"I'm going to enjoy breaking you..."

Patika Bakshi

Patika was enormously uncomfortable. She was back in a cheerleading uniform, which reminded her of some of the happiest times of her life, but it was far too small now and far too tight! Her large chest looked even bigger than normal, which was a problem, especially with...people watching. Patika looked around, wasn't this supposed to be an interview? Where was...

"My apologies dear." Patika jumped, her tight, well exercised posterior fully clearing the soft couch she sat upon before burying itself back down in it as there was suddenly a woman in glasses seated opposite her where before Patika was certain no one had been sitting in that chair!

"Who..."

"Call me Nina. So Patika..." Nina dabbed at her mouth a little, her ruby red lips fading to something more...subtle. "Tell us a bit about yourself." Patika just stared at the strange woman, looking her up and down. She looked human, looked utterly normal, if prettier than average, but...

"You aren't really Nina are you?" Patika asked, inwardly wincing as she looked down at the floor and resigned herself to this fate.

"Nina is one of many faces I can wear, but it doesn't really matter who I am. What matters is who you are. The audience isn't going to connect with someone they don't know. Help them know you...help them connect. It's far better than the alternative, I assure you of that. As does one of your fellow contestants..." 'Nina' said with a smile that sent shivers down Patika's spine.

"Um, my name is Patika Bakshi. That's um... P-ah Tee Kah. Bawk, like a chicken, She. I'm happy to be here?" Patika said, hoping that she was making a good first, or maybe this counted as a second, impression.

"Really? Now that would be a surprise. You're happy to be a part of Harem Hotel- Back to School Cheerleader Edition? Becoming part of your old, well not so old anymore, teacher's harem and living the rest of your life in sexual bonds with 8 other women?" 'Nina' asked with a faux sweetness type of lilt to her voice.

"Oh uh...no."

"So you aren't happy to be here. Well, we have 30 days to get you through that. In the meantime, what are some of your hobbies? You seem to enjoy working out?"

"No not really..." Patika sighed, looking at her well sculpted muscles, even more on display than normal now that she was in this too small cheerleader outfit... Her breasts looked ready to pop free any moment, her ass was so big and round that it was practically falling out of her skirt, and she was suspicious about the breeze she was feeling between her thighs. Normally that's where her cheer briefs would be but... Patika blushed.

"You certainly are...fit, for someone who doesn't like exercise. Is there a story there? Come on I'm not gonna do all the work for you here."

"Uh... Well it's kind of embarrassing. I uh...I do like being active. Hiking, running, playing sports, cheering!" Patika's face suddenly spread into a wide grin. "Dancing! Oh I LOVE dancing! I'm kinda good at it too, and I can lift my partner no problem which is great for routines. I've taken ballet, of course, but I really started to fall in love with hip hop. I mean it's so frenetic and your whole body just gets into the motions, it's like...like...like..." Patika squeezed her eyes shut, trying so very hard to find the word, the perfect word to describe the sensation of her whole body feeling connected to itself. Music flowing through it like blood, her mind turning off as she went through pure motion dictated by the beat of the song, and the beat of her heart. "Like fading into the background of the universe and becoming part of something so much greater than yourself...you know?"

"I'm afraid I don't quite follow..." 'Nina' said with a smirk. 'Greater than oneself' might've been easily obtained for Patika, but for Nymeera such a feat wasn't so common. "But perhaps our viewers will relate more than I. Dancing hmm? What other kinds of dances do you know? Salsa? Tango?" 'Nina' licked her lips hungrily and Patika suddenly remembered she was nervous...

"Uh n-no I can't really dance that well in heels so..."

"Oh? So no strip teases for our lucky Master?"

"What! No!"

"What about a belly dance?"

"I...that's... J-just because I'm of Indian descent doesn't mean I automatically know how to belly dance!"

"So you don't know how to belly dance then?" Patika blushed deeply...

"My mom took me to a class a few times...but I didn't like it so I never learned anything past the basics! The types of dancing I know is hip hop, ballet, and jazz! I've done some locking and break dancing but not much, but not belly dancing!"

"Well, perhaps we can fix that later..." Patika opened her mouth to ask what 'Nina' meant by that, but she was cut off before any sound escaped. "Let's get back to your physique. You don't get a body like that without working hard for it. Well, unless you're magic..." 'Nina's' coy grin showed off her perfect white teeth. Patika's heart started to hammer in her needlessly big chest... "What was your motivation?" Nooo... Patika crossed her muscular arms over her chest, but nothing could hide it, and she couldn't hide from 'Nina.' The fox woman knew everything it seemed...

"I was trying to..." Patika trailed off into murmurs...

"I'm sorry, once more dear, into the microphone if you would?"

"I was trying to make my boobs smaller!" Patika relented with a sigh. "These things are **** when I'm running or dancing! Only it turns out that hard exercise doesn't reduce breast size..."

"Well probably not to the extent you're after certainly. Perhaps the audience can help you out with a transformation..."

"Wait really? They can reduce the size of my breasts?"

"Of course they CAN...so long as they get the option. It's just a matter of will they...and I'm sure the audience has voted for reducing breast size before...maybe...can't really recall an example at the moment, but hey even if not, there's a first time for everything right?" Patika was really not liking her odds... "Now, we do have some final questions to get through before we let you go. Let's just go through them super quick. Your fellow contestants, how do you feel about them?"

"My former cheer squad? Oh they're great! We did a lot of really fun dance routines that I helped coordinate back in the day!"

"Maybe you can do something similar now... Who would you most like to sleep with?"

"Sleep with... Oh! You mean like roommates! Uh, I'd go with Lauren for sure. She liked to be active physically last I recall."

"Here's hoping for plenty of physical activity between the two of you... Who would you least like to sleep with?"

"Uh...the coach, Victoria. I mean...I really owe her a lot, she helped me come out of my shell and really enjoy cheer, but the things she did... I kinda feel dirty being around her."

"Really? This is you OUT of your shell? Perhaps she was sent to prison a bit too early... Well no matter, this is Harem Hotel. What about your Master? What are your thoughts on him?"

"M-Master? N-no I can't think of him like that... He's so old and- well I guess he isn't so old anymore, but he's not a very 'physical' guy, you know?"

"I think you'll be surprised just how 'physical' men like him can be...especially on this show."

"What does that-"

"Final question, then we must move on. What would you wish for if you win, and why should the audience vote for you?"

"Uh...I don't wanna pressure anyone... A wish huh? I don't know maybe...I'd wish to be more confident? Or have smaller boobs... I guess? Oh! I'd wish for my family to be taken care of. Mom and Dad get by alright, but we don't always have it easy. As for why? Uh...honestly I don't know why anyone would vote for me. Maybe they shouldn't..."

"Wow, that was a depressing way to end this. If nothing else maybe you'll get the pity vote."

"Wait that wasn't what I-"

Dana Williams

Dana wasn't terribly excited to be wearing such a skimpy outfit during such a monumental moment, but at least it wasn't as bad for her as some of the other girls... Her slim body was still very much on display in the lewd garment, especially her legs, but since she didn't have the curves to look as though she were bursting out of it...well she didn't look like she was about to burst out of it. Poor Patika and Suki though, they looked like their bodies were making a break for it without their consent. Syn's too, but Dana didn't think she minded.

"Hello Dana," said her interviewer, a young woman who looked human, but Dana knew better. She couldn't help the smile spreading across her face. "Tell us a bit about yourself."

"Me? Oh well..." Dana would MUCH rather talk about the kitsune and her fabulous god-like powers. It was like being in an isekai! Something which, admittedly, she'd let herself fantasize about from time to time. Now it was real...or at least the most vivid dream or hallucination she'd ever had. Though Dana doubted even her imagination could've fully come up with that series of twisting transformations Nymeera had subjected her to earlier. Even just remembering it made her feel...conflicted. "My name is Dana Williams, I'm 31 years old.... Err, I was..." Dana looked down at her new body. It was younger and tighter than before, she didn't really know what the age was, especially since whatever Nymeera had done had made her look a lot more...well with Dana's body she wouldn't exactly say sexualized, but she'd seen what had happened to the other girls. They were all being made into pretty harem girls. It really was like an isekai.

"Something on your mind?" the disguised kitsune pressed, and Dana remembered she was supposed to be talking about herself, but the absolute last thing she ever wanted to talk about was herself...

"I just...can you do the interview as a kitsune?" Dana asked timidly, licking her lips a little. Nymeera giggled softly and one of her tails reached up to cover her face. Suddenly the bespectacled brunette was gone, and the purple haired fox woman was sitting across from her. Dana gaped, reaching up to make sure her glasses wouldn't fall right off her nose, which had become slightly more button-like she noticed... "Wow, that's so cool..."

"Not that I mind you fawning over me, but this is your time to help the audience get to know you better. You might not get another chance at a first impression..."

"Right! Right...sorry it's just... I've always sort of, wished for magic to be real. I know, total dweeb thing to want! I love fantasy stories, especially anime, and now it kinda feels like I'm living in one. It's...really cool." Unfortunately she was cast as the small chested cute girl, the kind that never got any real chance with the main protag, and the only fanservice they received was...questionable content at best. But maybe that could change, Dana felt herself change before, at a whim, when Nymeera was just showing off and trying to intimidate them... Okay SUCCESSFULLY intimidating them, but if she could do that on a whim...what could she do when she tried?

"Well you are part of a Harem now, what are your impressions on that? How do you feel about your fellow contestants? Your Master?"

"Honestly I'm more interested in the host..." Dana said softly, looking over Nymeera's body. "Can I... Nevermind..."

"Ask." Dana's body seized up, her nervousness doubling instantly. Her palms felt sweaty and she was having a LOT of trouble making eye contact with the gorgeous kitsune.

"Can I...touch them?" Nymeera laughed musically, though even Dana couldn't miss the cold haunting undertones of cruelty. "Y-your tails! I mean... Sorry if that's offensive..."

"Dana," Nymeera said patiently, even...gently? "I'm an all powerful God who reshapes reality according to my whims. Nothing you say or do can possibly offend me. Though that doesn't mean you can't upset me. Here..." Nymeera extended a tail, just one unfortunately, toward Dana who reached out gingerly to caress it. Her fingers glided effortlessly through the soft, purple fur, and close up Dana could see that the white specks that looked like stars weren't actually bits of white hair, but some kind of matter, almost like glitter, caught up in the hairs. Even more fascinating they moved slightly as Dana's fingers touched them, and were warm to the touch, making Dana wonder what it would be like to be wrapped up in these tails...so long as they weren't **** her of course. "Wow..." she breathed out, eyes wide and staring, enraptured by the gorgeous tails of the kitsune.

"Would you like a tail of your own?" Dana dropped the tail like the stars had burnt her, coughing and sputtering in shock at having her desires read aloud so brazenly.

"I! Well! That is! Um!" Dana was not an eloquent speaker in the best of times, and this was far from the best of times! "I...I would love that... I said I loved fantasy stuff, and magic, but more than that...I've always wanted to be a PART of the fantasy worlds I read or watch. Being an elf, or a neko, or a k-kitsune would be...really cool."

"That can happen..." Nymeera said, her soft voice caressing Dana's very soul. Was this what temptation felt like? How did anyone ever resist... "For someone who so clearly enjoys fantasy, your career, IT supervisor, seems to deal exclusively with the mundane. I'd imagine you would've preferred to be a writer or artist.

"What? No! Technology is the closest thing we have to magic in the real world! Technology IS magic to those who don't understand it. Fixing software problems is like...fixing magic. I love it, and I'm good at it. Everything comes down to a set of core rules by which actions emerge. Computers especially, but even magic. Take you for example." Nymeera arced an eyebrow, but didn't interrupt. "You seem to be able to do absolutely anything and everything, but you have rules you follow."

"And what rules are those?"

"I'm still trying to figure them all out, but one rule is that things have to be entertaining for the audience. You could've just popped us all into being here with full memories of how the game works...actually I'll go even further. You could've just waved your tails and made us all into slutty harem girls for Mr. Carter instantly, but that isn't entertaining. It's against your rules. You also won't kill us, or maim us in any way that would prevent us from competing with each other, either because of the first rule, or some second rule that this has to be a fair competition...or at least as fair as it can be."

"These sound like assumptions, rather than rules."

"I just got here, I can't fix a bug until I learn more about it!" Dana pouted, adjusting her glasses. "But there is something I know for sure... This isn't arbitrary for you. You get something out of it... Something you want."

"Perhaps you'll find that out later. For now...I do have some questions I'd like to ask."

"Required questions? I assume these are more than just fodder for the audience to get to know us?"

"Something like that..." Nymeera's smile turned predatory. "Of your fellow contestants, who would you most like to sleep with?" Dana blinked, then frowned thoughtfully.

"You mean as a sexual partner or as a roommate?"

"What do you think?"

"I think you're being vague on purpose..."

"Smart girl, but I still would like an answer."

"You're not gonna give me any hints are you? Fine, I'll just answer both. I'd like to room most with Summer, she's the easiest to get along with. I'd like to room least with Lauren. She's a housewife and a mother and I have enough mothers in my life telling me to keep my room clean."

"I didn't ask who you'd least like to be with..."

"Isn't that the obvious follow up?"

"I suppose so, though it is interesting that you admit to living with your mother still." Dana blushed deeply, great now she looked like some weirdo NEET!

"I pay my share of bills and stuff! The housing market is insane these days! U-uh anyway the one like most like to sleep with um...sexually..." Wait, how did she get out of talking about something embarrassing by talking about something even MORE embarrassing!? "G-Gabriella..." she said, her voice growing soft.

"Really? Aside from you she's the one with the least to offer in...traditional sex appeal."

"Well maybe that's kinda why! I mean...she's not quite as short as me or as...flat, but she's so much more confident despite it all. That's...sexy."

"And who would you least like to sleep with? Sexually of course," Nymeera asked next with an amused smile.

"L-Lauren...for the same reason as before..."

"Very interesting...and what about your new Master? What do you think about him?"

"Oh yeah...the protagonist." Dana frowned uncomfortably, fiddling with her much too short skirt. "I'll admit, he wouldn't be my first choice of Master...and Ethics was never my favorite subject. Only reason I even took his class was because the rest of the squad did, and I needed to be on the team or else... Nevermind. I think he's fine, and a little maturity never hurt anyone."

"Mmm... And what about the wish? What would you wish for, and why should the audience vote for you?"

"What would I wish for?" Dana blushed and smiled. "I'd wish to be like you..."

"A host?"

"Huh? No! A kitsune! Oh or maybe an elf... No! A mermaid~ Maybe a genie? Then I could transform myself into whichever I felt like each day!"

"I see, and why should the audience vote for you?"

"Huh? Oh yeah... I don't know if I can think of a good reason...but I'll do my best to work for the wish. So just watch me and judge my actions for yourself!