Josie Date 2, Part 1: Dance, Dance, Dance

Francis

It’s okay. It’s okay. The giant horde of people are imaginary. Nothing to panic about. Not like any of them would want to touch you anyways, what with your disgusting male bits. Shut up.

Francis has been trying to psych himself up to wade into the crowd of this nightclub setting in the One Shot Room. Intellectually, he understands that the “people” in the room are mere constructs. The reasoning doesn’t help calm his screaming lizard brain, the source of his **** introversion. Breathe In. Hold it. Out. Repeat.

“Hey, Beloved,” Daphne shouts, “Over Here!”

Daphne is standing at a station somewhat to the side of the entrance, surrounded by sound equipment, under a banner that states: “DJ Fish Tits! For all your Beloved’s music playing needs.” Daphne looks cute and mildly ridiculous. But first...

“Hey, Daphne, can you turn it down?”

“What!”

“Can you turn it down?!?!?”

“No. Sorry! Josie says it’s supposed to be this loud!”

Switching to Aquan (since it would be comprehended better, given how Aquan is understood more by how it hits your body, not by how it’s “heard”), he says, “<You look good, Daphne. But how many bras are you wearing right now?>”

Daphne switches to Aquan too. “<Um... Twelve.>”

Francis gives her a look, which she understands. She whimpers, “<But I wanted you to want to see my egg sacs. All of these different sized padded bras make my egg sacs look bigger.>”

He presses his forehead to Daphne’s, not forceful enough to be a love headbutt, be enough for her to feel it, “<Daphne, I love you. No matter what size you egg sacs are. I love your skirt.>”

She gives her big, shark toothy smile. “<I love your skirt, too, Beloved. Josie’s waiting for you in the VIP section. It’ll be somewhat quieter there. Oh, and drink this before you go. I know how excited getting ready for a date can get ya.>”

Great. Another squid ink potion. Daphne does have a point, though. If she’s offering it, I’m probably going to need it.

Josie: -10 BP

“<Are you joining us upstairs? Thought you would need a break from me.>”

She actually gives him a love headbutt. “<I will never need a break from you, Beloved. But, Josie only wants my help for the first part of the date. I’ll be sleeping with my harem-sisters downstairs tonight. Unless you want to drag me up there.>” She flutters her eyelids and wiggles her eyebrows. He chuckles, then replies, “<I can ask, but it is Josie’s date. Love ya.>” A light peck on the cheek, and he waves goodbye.

He scans the false crowd to look for the VIP section. Finding it, he creeps along the edge of the club to get there. Hopping the velvet rope, he climbs the stairs to see Josie lounging around, looking bored. Her spiked collar has been replaced with a rhinestone one. She has on a silver wrap around halter crop top and a matching thong. Francis isn’t quite sure, but his heels may actually be taller than hers.

“Damn, old man, you clean up nice. Almost to the level of hitting on during last call. Almost.”

“I don’t have the advantage of actually being a woman yet, whipper-snapper,” he starts, slipping into the spot on the couch where her arm rests, “Yet, I still got you drooling a little. Much better than last week.”

“Yeah. Let’s not talk about last week. The night is young.”

“So, outside of giving me a migraine and/or a paranoia induced heart attack, what’s the plan tonight?”

“Phase 1 of the best date of your life: Drinking and Dancing. We drink. Already got you your old man brown liquor. Then, I show you how much better I am on the dance floor than you.”

He takes a sip of his scotch and savors it for a minute, “We’ll see about that.”

Skye

Having finished forging her estoc during the day, Skye needs to get access to first level spells to truly finish it, but the job’s done until then. The mithril makes the blade surprisingly light for its size and strength. Balance feels good. She did some practice combos late in the afternoon and she was more than satisfied by her efforts. There is still some mithril left, but she doesn’t know what to make with it yet. A worry for later.

Now, back in her room, she is getting ready for Evensong. Her transformation short sword is summoned and lubed. She lying comfortably warm in the bed under the weird magic invisible comforter. She has her pitch pipes on hand to remember her starting note. And, considering how her last few days (and especially this morning) have gone, Skye is definitely wanting to express her thanks to The Lady.

She blows her usual starting note into her pitch pipes, then starts with the standard opening prayer. Allowing herself to be a little distracted by thoughts, she once again thanks Francis for how her transformation went last round. Reading the words with a translation beside it is one thing; knowing the language so innately is quite another. She can’t believe that her favorite line back on the farm translates to “Where will avocado bathroom be”.

She teases her special place with the pommel of the hilt as she starts more personal prayers. She sings her praises of The Lady, thanking the goddess for entrusting her with protecting her new family. She slowly starts thrusting the sword inside her as she prays a blessing for each of her sisters. Some tact for Ms. Josie, as she has the date this night with her future lady love and Skye wants it to go well for both of them. Some foresight for Ms. Tina, since it would be unforgivable if her future lady love gets hurt due to the bunny girl’s impulsiveness. For Ms. Scarlet and Ms. Dinah, relief from the pains of their transformations, as they are both struggling with them in their ways. Ms. Daphne needs guidance to adjust to life as a human of a sort. And, finally, for Indigo, Skye just wants her to be loved and accepted by the rest of the new family; Skye cannot remember the last time Indigo spent any time with any of the others since her last date.

She picks up the pace of she moves on to pray for her future lady love. Skye thanks The Lady for all of the things her future lady love has done for her. She praises him for his kindness and patience. She prays that the suffering he seems to bottle up will be relieved soon. She notes how much he seemed to struggle to be present today. She hopes that it’s a passing trouble.

She would have continued, but she just came.

Josie

How the fuck did the old man do all of that!

Josie is fuming at the couch in the VIP section. She practiced for hours on the VIP dance floor evaluation game in order to impress Francis with her dance moves. Then the old man just quintupled her high score in his first go like it was no big thing. And he did it in those nightmare heels.

Francis hands her a bottled water as he starts to down one of his own. He leans back and takes another sip of his scotch. Josie just glares at him.

“What I do wrong, Josie?”

“When did you get fucking magic dancing powers, old man?”

“Oh. I technically do have magic dancing powers, but I didn’t use them. You lost to me having like 90 years of elvish dancing lessons pounded into my head yesterday. Dealing with having a second life beamed into my head was a lower priority worry, but it did come with some advantages.”

“Wait. What?”

“I’m not sure if it was a the exact sequence of transformations or my stubborn DM brain refusing to just accept my old life being expanded to match the elven life cycle, but I have an entire collection of vague memories from my elven childhood crammed in my brain. It’s something I should actually take some time to process later.”

Wow. I knew Francis was having a rougher go with the transformations than I am, but wow. Hoping that it doesn’t derail her later date phases, she asks, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“My parents were sailors. Lost at sea when I was 10. Probably eaten, not drowned. Would have made it home eventually otherwise. The local orphanage with connected with a High Elven Magic Academy. The school tested me, saw my potential. Spend 90-something years training in the Bladesong. Magic. Swordplay. The Arts. All in all, a happier life than my ‘real’ one.”

“Hey, old man, sorry for being a sore loser.”

“No worries, whipper-snapper. It’s all part of your charm.” He takes another sip of scotch, then leans forward. “I’m sure the next competition you have planned will lean into your strengths.”

“I’m that obvious, old man? Fine. Phase 2: Sudden Yakuza Attack. When I hit this big red button, Daphne will trigger a bunch of baddies for us to beat up, with a surprise boss. Every baddie smashed is a point. Boss baddie smashed is 3 points. Safety systems are on like the dungeon, so you can go all out; the baddies definitely will. And we get XP like it’s the dungeon, but it’s individual. Ready to lose?”

Francis smugly smiles, tosses back the rest of his scotch, and simply replies, “We’ll see about that.”

Indigo

Indigo sips her Mango Chili Lime Cuartos Locos as she sits at a table right by the stage in the Suckling Swine. Irene is joining her shortly. The tables in this recessed area being almost submerged with warm seawater means the crowd of mermaids will be coming soon. While she sits, she reviews the next part of her plan.

So, the problem with the Sleep spell I have is that it targets based on HP; the lowest HP character gets hit first, then the next lowest, then the next. All of the mermaids have higher HP than me since my “sit in front of a computer all day” lifestyle doesn’t exactly help with the stats. So, if I can’t trick them into drinking Dinah Boobie Milk or having the sex with me, I can’t stealthily get my XP off of them. So, the solution is to boost my HP. Shouldn’t do that with leveling up, as that makes it less effective to feed off of the staff. That and Daphne is much more likely to figure out I’m up to something if I go level up right now. Thus, hopefully Irene unknowingly pulls her part of tonight’s plan off.

“Hey, Indi! Great table. Thanks for saving it for us. We got you another can!”

Indigo turns to see that Irene is here with another mermaid. She’s kind of thin and gangly, with a little glowy ball growing out of her forehead. She gladly takes the Cuartos Locos can from Irene. Cracking it open, she greets the newcomer, “Hi, I’m Indigo. And you?”

“Oh, hi. I’m Zoe. I’m a junior writer. Irene thought that if I watched Scarlet dance for her transformation, I won’t feel so bad about the audience rejecting the one I wrote for her.”

Before Indigo could pitch her idea, Scarlet struts out onto the stage. The mermaids all whoop and holler, even Zoe, especially once Scarlet’s top comes off. Indigo just openly masturbates to the dancing redhead. She takes a certain sadistic glee at the looks of disgust Scarlet gives her. I can jill off to her right now and there’s nothing she can do about it. Hot.

Once the redhead is fully nude and her dance complete, she starts to wade from table to table to see if anyone in the audience wants to give bigger tips in exchange for personal service. It looks like Scarlet is avoiding her table in particular, so she can pitch her idea to Zoe.

“So, Zoe, I have a request. When security will finally let me stream again, I want to host a long 20+ hour stream to make it up to my fans and can really use some more Endurance. I noticed that there are these feat things in Daphne’s DoD system. Could you take some of those Endurance granting feats and write a custom transformation for me?”

“Um really! You want me to write you a transformation! And you are going to use it! That... Is... So... Awesome!” The glowy forehead mermaid does a little shimmy dance, “Someone thinks that I’m not worthless! Someone thinks that I’m not worthless! I’m going to go start writing now. I’ll see you after your morning meeting! Bye!” And Zoe swims away.

“That was a nice thing you did there, Indi. You’re a good friend. Anything I can do for you?”

Indi smugly smiles inside. “Buy me a lapdance?” Then, seeing Scarlet reluctantly approaching their table, the smug smile starts to form on the outside.

“Hello, ma’am,” Scarlet addresses Irene, pointedly ignoring Indi, “Would you like to leave a tip? I can offer you some personal services. Prices are on the menu.”

Irene scans through the options. “I’d like to buy an egg sac groping for myself and a lapdance for my friend.”

Scarlet shudders, but brings herself to sit on Indigo’s seawater and fem-cum sodden lap. Irene swims over to grab dem tiddies. The redhead tries her best to grind and twerk on the pervert’s lap without acknowledging her, but Indi just can’t resist. Right before the song is over, she leans up to whisper in Scarlet’s ear, “The fact that you think I’m beneath contempt and you are doing this anyways is so fucking hot, chica. Hope you jill yourself off to this tonight. I know I will.”

Scarlet: +30 BP (Tips)

Scarlet: The Magic of Student Loans +1 Progress: 6/319 (Work/Study Girl)