Jenny Date 1, Part 2: Hair and Makeup

Ootah

I look like a clown...

Dinner was good. Ootah can see how Mona could have gained so much weight, as the food from her world is very decadent. Mona ate reasonably despite the temptation, only touching her “weird keto” pizza slice. Surprisingly, Mineko was the one to eat the most, polishing off an entire “sweet and salty” pizza and a couple glasses of Gaia’s milk; she has been putting on some weight, which is a good thing in her case. Jenny advised to save room for snacks and desserts, so Ootah did.

Now, they are in the midst of what is apparently a slumber party tradition: makeovers. The braid Mona gave her was fine. Her efforts to do the same for her fiancée was a low-key disaster. Cousin Ophelia (who is moving from pair to pair to clean up messes like a good maid) had to sit down and show Ootah how it is done.

Ootah isn’t really one for make-up. She is aware of the concept, of course; she has seen plenty of elves in court with pigment plastered on their faces to highlight those ethereal elven features. There just never seemed necessary for her. And now, looking at Mona’s work on her face, she feels ridiculous.

“Did I do a bad job?” Mona asks, a quiver in her voice.

“No,” Ootah tries to assure her fiancée, “I am just not used to wearing this kind of stuff.”

Mona looks... unconvinced. “Are you sure? I can start over. Or Ophie can give it a try. Maybe she would have a better idea of what good orc makeup looks like?”

Jenny looks over from applying some lip gloss to Andromeda. “Honestly, it’s not that bad, Mona. That’s the first time I have seen Ootah with any makeup on, though. How did she wear hers on her date? Maybe trying to explore with something similar to what she did then would work better?”

Mona considers that, “Hmm... You didn’t wear makeup on our date this week. Or at the party. You like the natural look, Ootah?”

Ootah shrugs. “I suppose...”

Mona grabs a makeup wipe and starts to clean up the orc’s face. “I can work with that.”

The colors Mona selects this second go around are much less garish. Ootah appreciates it. She watches the others as best she can while her fiancée works. Andromeda looks good, really good. The makeup is minimal, yet striking. The blue on the arcanist android’s lips, expertly applied, matches the glowing lines on the skin. Jenny’s face is done by a more tentative hand; it is obvious that Andromeda does not use makeup often.

Gaia looks like if a four year old got into her mother’s vanity, but she’s giggling. Mineko is in the middle of adding yet another layer of lipstick to the temporary mouse-girl’s already overwhelmed lips. In contrast, Mineko barely looks like she is wearing any makeup at all; whether that is the result of Gaia being an incredibly light touch or that is the goal of the “natural” look, Ootah couldn’t say.

Mona holds up the mirror again. This time, Ootah smiles. She, somehow, looks more like herself.

“There. That’s what I was looking for,” Mona declares, “That smile.”

“I never knew that I could look like this,” Ootah notes, still enraptured by the results of Mona’s efforts.

The pile of makeup is shoved into Ootah’s lap. “Okay, now your turn!”

Ootah blinks. Oh, yeah. I guess I should try. Ootah grabs the lipsticks and tries to decide which one would look best on her fiancée. Her futacock twitches inside her panties, straining slightly against the leather, as she imagines them smeared in a ring around said organ. Mona giggles. Ootah chuckles back as she tries a bright yellow lipstick on Mona’s bare waiting lips. This can be fun...

Tegan

Tegan’s first evening stop after discovering that the Mistress Suite would not open for her was with the mermaid freak. She finally decided to cash in her free skill expertise for Stealth. She got tired of messing up stealth checks and, especially given her plan, she could not afford to mess one up again tonight.

Now, she is fuming as she moves to her next destination. As per usual, the targets of her rage are the last people to insult her. That bitch Gaia took the goblin freak’s side, even after he cursed me with that blasted itchiness perversion? And she told me not to crash the slumber party that I, as Mona’s fiancée, should have been invited to? That dryad bitch invited the homewrecker over me? Really? The homewrecker? Argh!

She finds herself at the door of the perverted embassy on the amenities floor. If there is anywhere in this stupid Hotel with poor security, it will be here. She swaps into her armor and casts Pass Without Trace on herself. Then she tries the door. Unlocked. Called it.

The door cracks open silently, her magic muffling any sound coming from around her. She crotches and sneaks past the door, closing it behind her. The disgusting cow freak is barking orders at the mermaid freak and the bunny freak. The two degenerates are balancing a ball on each nose. The cow moos, “Yes, very erotic! Keep following my body control commands!”

She feels a tinge of desire to watch the perversion. She doesn’t know why. Squeezing the impulse down, the vicious vixen creeps along, looking for a spot behind the scenes.

Well, the “Employees Only” door is pretty obvious...

Again, the door is unlocked. Again, Tegan’s magic muffles the sound of the hinges and she keeps moving. At least some good comes from the magic degeneracy.

Tegan: -5 XP (Unauthorized entry into staff area)

The hallways are plain. Boring. As if people are only to use these to get from A to B as efficiently as possible. That suits Tegan just fine. She creeps along in a crotch, making her way towards where she thinks the stairwell should be, if the backstage area matches the contestant accessible portions of the Hotel.

Did I prepare for nothing? This is too easy. Tegan navigates the hallways easily enough. Her first real obstacle is a locked door with a keycard reader to get into the stairwell. One hairpin carefully placed just right, and she shorts out the reader. The door swings open and klaxons ring out.

“INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT! LETHAL FORCE RULES OF ENGAGEMENT ARE AUTHORIZED!”

Lethal force? The fuck? Tegan is bounding up the stairs as quickly as stealth mode will allow. The gun nut freak is cackling below, “Ire Bags, where aaaaaaaare yooooooooou?”

The stairwell darkens, outside of the flashing lights. And then, Tegan feels herself slow down. The hallway feels like molasses. She feels sticky stuff clinging to her, trying to hold her in place. She strains, then slowly pulls herself forward, just to find the freak’s blasted robot in her face. The first punch is slowed by the residual stickiness. Tegan rolls with it as best she can, which brings her straight into the follow-up left hook. Tegan sees stars.

She summons a dagger out of her Inventory for a counterattack. The sound of metal scraping along metal rings out until it is covered up by Tegan’s curses. The area around them light up and Tegan has a moment to see what has happened. The whole room has filled with spider webs. And then section of them around her are burning.

She doesn’t see the uppercut that knocks her out.

Mona

Now that everyone got hair and makeup done (to various degrees of success), they are waiting for their nails to dry on the living room couch. Ophie is acting like something between what Mona imagines a party host and the slumber party girl’s mom would do, and is handling remote duty.

“So, ladies, what do you want to watch?”

“Something steamy, preferably not Harem Hotel?” Jenny offers.

“I have access to Harem Hotel seasons and whatever they were watching on Harem Hotel, if I can find the right episode.”

“Hmm... Ootah mentioned something about an orgy at the Haunted Castle?”

Ophie shakes her head, “While that did wrap up before Laura and her gang headed to the wedding, I imagine Jenny would not appreciate a lesbian orgy right now.”

Mona looks at her dryad friend. This is supposed to be her date night. I should pick something that she would like. Hmm... what is something steamy on Harem Hotel that Jenny might like... Oh, I know!

“The King Arthur season! I bet we’d all love to watch sexy boy knights make out with each other!”

Jenny and Gaia both give her a funny look. Knowing Gaia’s objection, Mona murmurs, “But we can turn it off once our nails are dry and it’s time for sexy slumber party antics?” Gaia smiles and nods.

Jenny vocalizes her complaint, “You realize, Mona, that King Arthur’s harem was all ladies, right? Some of the girls from the bachelorette party are in it.”

“What? Boo! How come nobody told me that before I wrote that letter?!”

Ophie is already navigating the Harem Hotel Hereafter menu, noting, “Sure, THAT King Arthur has a normal harem. But, there ARE other Knights of the Roundtable seasons. How about this one?”

The camera soars through a battlefield of woad-covered Celts besieging an ancient Roman style fortress. Flying over the walls, they see a quirky looking cat femboi in a magical girl costume make a dramatic looking pose. He greets, “Hello, everynyan! I’m Merlyn, everynyan’s favorite Host and welcome to Harem Hotel: Big Gay Arthur’s Big Gay Castle Siege! Our Master is a big gay guy that loves big gay wargaming sessions. So, what better way to indulge him than to put his harem in the middle of a giant, protracted siege! There will be action, adventure, and a lot of anal! Let’s bring out of master nyaw!”

A nerdy looking overweight guy in a Warhammer 40K T-shirt and cargo shorts appear out of nowhere.

The cat-femboi teases, “Don’t worry first-time viewers, that our master here isn’t much to look at! Masters almost never are, at least at the beginning...”

Mona shouts over the TV, “Hey, don’t be mean, sexy catboy!”

Most of the room giggles. Mineko looks up at Mona with those big kitty eyes.

“Sorry, Mineko. You are my favorite sexy cat-person. No need to be jealous.”

Her precious cat-girl maid nods, her ears raising up to normal. Everyone settles in to watch the episode. Most of the guys on it are actually pretty cute. They even brought in an actual Sir Galahad from that master’s favorite rendition of the Arthur saga as the “wildcard” contestant; he actually seems kind of into being locked up in permanent magical chastity for his first transformation. Mona definitely is.

“Can we skip to Galahad’s first date night?”

Jenny adds, “I, like, would rather we skip to a later one or whatever. From my watching, the first week is, like, totally lame for sex scenes.”

Ophie rolls her eyes, “Fine. We can skip ahead to the Galahad cherry popping scene.”

Once the scene has been navigated to, Mona evaluates it. The master guy got a lot more hawt, which Mona appreciates. Galahad got even more feminine, which Mona also appreciates. She wishes her nails were dry, it’s been so long since she has fingered herself. There has not been many chances, between the bounty and the need to spend more time with everyone. So, she just gets to be titillated without being stimulated. When sexy master Arthur princess carries Galahad to his Royal Chambers, Mona smiles. This is gonna be so hawt!

Caoimhe

Caoimhe is back to cleric girl mode for another delve. She knows she’ll need to try again as a paladin at some point, but, with three other melee harem members in the delve, tonight is not the night.

As they agreed, they set up a basic horde mode fight with Daphne. The arena is tinged in red and the theme of that boomer shooter Damn is rattling in the walls.

“Shit,” Harith growls, “Is it normal to want to strangle the mermaid?”

“Sometimes,” Winter replies, shrugging, “Mama Daph has a quirky sense of humor.”

And then the battle begins. A bunch of little green horned things appear on the opposite side of the field. They have big black soulless eyes and sharp little needle teeth. Winter is moving before Caoimhe has finished readying herself. She watches her sub, a little entranced by his cute little tush. A singular thrust of his Frozen Needle skewers one of the things in the eye and it fades into ash. Okay, these things are fodder.

Tessa moves forth as Caoimhe summons her Crescent Blade. The sea elf provides a one-two slash into another one of the things, but it is still standing. The thing bleeds black ichor and screeches. Caoimhe points, aims, and casts Spiritual Weapon in the middle of the horde. A silvery copy of her Crescent Blade hovers unheld, then slashes down in an arc into the nearest thing to it. It is, unfortunately, only a glancing blow. The sometimes drow summons more of Eilistraee’s radiance, a burst of sacred moonfire scorches the thing’s face. Tough fodder.

Harith bellows, “Of course the fish is making us fight demons right now!” then jumps into the fray. Alanis gleams in the red light as the first blow lops off his target’s arm. Caoimhe can’t help but admire how his back muscles flex. The follow up is not great, as the smaller creature was knocked a little too far away.

The remaining demon things swarm and strike, most of which targets her sub. Caoimhe gets irritated. If anyone is going to mark him, it’s me. Wait... Calm down, Caoimhe. Winter is already moving by the time she got her emotions under control. His second thrust, into one of the demons engaging Tessa, wasn’t quite as good, as the thing is still alive. Tessa follows up well, an arcing slash with Thunder cutting down both things around her.

Caoimhe directs the silvery blade to attack the one it did last turn. Her magic sword cleaves the demon’s head from it’s body, a geyser of black shooting from the corpse as it turns to ash. She fires off another burst of moonfire in the face of a different demon thing; the thing screeches as it’s eyes are scorched. She smirks, seeing Harith cut down the one he was engaged with in the periphery of her vision.

The horde is down to three, and they scoot to engage the melee fighters. Caoimhe directs her Spiritual Weapon to slash into one that passes by, and it collapses into a heap of ash before it gets out of the way. The other two gets to their intended targets. Tessa and Harith grunt from the hits, but they barely look hurt.

Winter and Tessa tag team the one on her. Caoimhe moves her blade closer to the others, then blasts the last one with another Sacred Flame. Harith’s swordplay isn’t enough to kill the thing, but Winter mops up the last demon thing.

As Caoimhe gets behind the others, Tessa uses a Healing Word on the slightly injured Winter and Harith summons solid flames over his body. The light on his tats does draw the sometimes drow’s eye. Maybe Winter and I should get a dry-run for tomorrow night done after curfew.

“Round 2! Fight!”