Live fast, die young, bad girls do it well

“Hey, Sylvia, why so down?” Gina popped into her bedroom to see Sylvia looking a little glum. Tonight was their night together, and Sylvia seemed a little anxious.

Sylvia… honestly didn’t know why.

“I’m not quite sure my girl,” she confessed, shaking her head. “I think it’s because of what Daddy said… how I couldn’t use my veto transformation to take yours… it’s so frustrating! I’m trying to do the right thing, I’m trying to be a good person, and he just won’t let me!”

Gina blinked.

“…Okay, well, I’m going to preface this by letting you know that this isn’t me saying I want you to take my transformation,” she began, sitting down on the bed so she could watch the pacing blonde. “But… fuck him.”

“That’s what I’m trying to- oh, wait, you didn’t mean it like that,” Sylvia said, blushing slightly at the misunderstanding.

Gina grinned slyly. “Well… that way too, if he’s up for it. But what I meant was, if Nick doesn’t want you to do that, well… who gives a crap, really? That’s none of your business. Do what you want to do, not what you ‘Daddy’ wants.”

Sylvia frowned. “…Seriously?”

Gina shrugged. “Look, I’m not gonna pretend like I know all the answers, okay? Really, I don’t. I’m just shitting along, same as anybody else. But what I do know is that if you’re living in squirming misery because you’re **** under your parent’s rules, who needs ‘em? Rules are meant to be broken, right?”

Her voice warped slightly as she said that, and she frowned. It almost felt like she was hesitating to speak words that would have come so naturally just a few weeks ago.

“I mean, is this really the same thing, though?” Sylvia asked, frowning. She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to get away with just saying “fuck it” to Nick’s requests. Especially not if she was trying to make him happy, which she still very much wanted to do. “Daddy really doesn’t want me to do that… take your transformation, I mean…”

Gina had already tuned out by that point, though. She was interested in helping another aspiring rebel daughter out, but only to a degree. At the moment, her thoughts were a little more focused on her own conflicting feelings.

I should normally be all-in on resisting authority and doing whatever the hell you want, she thought, biting her lip. But at this point, I’m actually feeling myself doubt whether or not I should endorse this! Fuck, is this the transformation doing its work?

Ever since Sylvia had brought up the idea of vetoing her Take the Clothes, Leave the Cannoli transformation this morning, Gina had been oddly aware of it, like she could actually feel it acting on her.

And she didn’t like that feeling. It felt like more authority trying to assert itself over her life. And the only person she wanted doing that was Nick!

“…Gina?” Sylvia asked, her voice rising a little with impatience.

“What? …Oh, sorry, I was spacing out there for a bit,” Gina apologized, her cheeks turning pink with shame. “Sorry, really, that wasn’t what I intended… I just… well, you know how it is…”

She was fumbling for excuses but quickly realized there weren’t any she could give. “…Sorry. I was thinking about my transformation just now. You know, the one you want to take so badly? It feels like it’s more active than ever before now, for some reason.”

“Well that makes sense,” Sylvia nodded. “The way transformations like that one work is that if you’re not actively thinking about them, the changes they enforce on you are a lot more subtle. But if you’re consciously thinking about defying them, or trying to resist, then they get a lot more forceful about it. It’s sort of like a river, you know? You can either float with the current, or try to swim against it, but either way you’re getting to the destination.”

She cracked a gleeful smile. “It’s just a matter of whether you get dragged under and drowned before you get there!”

Gina wasn’t amused.

“…Yeah, see, this right there?” She said, pointing at Sylvia and spinning her finger in a circle. “This is the kind of shit I’m talking about. Don’t do that shit. It’s not cool, dude. You’re just making more enemies for yourself if you seem this pleased that other people are being tormented by their transformations.”

Sylvia’s eyes widened. “O-oh, I didn’t think about it that way,” she said, a look of shame crossing her face. “Okay, then… I’m sorry.”

“…Nah, it’s good,” Gina said after a pause. “Don’t worry about it…”

Personally, Gina was very worried. She didn’t know how she was supposed to feel, frankly, and she was definitely feeling a little twisted up inside.

She wanted to help Sylvia, but then Sylvia did shit like this that made helping her seem like not the most pleasing prospect in the world.

Sylvia, in turn, actually seemed a little ashamed of what she said, and Gina noticed that.

“How are you feeling right now?” She asked suddenly, earning a look of surprise from the blonde.

“How am I… feeling? What do you mean?” Sylvia asked.

“Like, are you feeling uncomfortable? Like you did something that you wish you hadn’t, or said something you wished you could take back?”

Sylvia shifted from one foot to the other. Her face twisted with uncertainty and doubt.

“I-I mean… I don’t know,” she admitted, shaking her head. “I guess so? Right now, I really wish that we could talk without me screwing it up…”

Sylvia was trying to make friends, she really was. But it felt like she just kept saying all the wrong things! Was it supposed to be this difficult?! No wonder Morgana had such a miserable school life!

Gina frowned, studying the other girl’s expression carefully. “…I guess that’s similar enough to feeling guilty? Whatever. I try not to think about the stuff that makes me feel bad anyway,” she said, rising off the bed and walking over to the door.

“Wait, where are you going?!” Sylvia exclaimed, rushing over to the punk girl. “Didn’t you hear? Dakota is enforcing a curfew now! We have to stay in our rooms! I know you were caught up in a mirror transformation last time, but you should still remember that, right my girl?”

Gina cracked a grin.

“Well, let’s test it out,” she chirped, and the door swung open.

Sylvia’s eyes widened. “Whoa, so… we can leave now?”

“Yeah, I’ve got a feeling that the only reason Dakota strongly enforced that curfew was because of all the mirror transformations,” Gina chuckled. “Nah, there’s no way she’d just lock us in our rooms every night. Where would the fun be in that? We couldn’t get up to any sexy shenanigans if we’re all locked up in our rooms! No Dani crawling into Carly’s bed or anything like that. So come on, let’s go! Wanna have some fun?”

Sylvia adamantly shook her head. “Just because the curfew isn’t being enforced with the host’s magic, that doesn’t mean we should break it,” she said. “Dakota said that she’s going to be enforcing the rules strictly you know!”

“Oh, please, grow the fuck up!” Gina groaned, rolling her eyes. “Don’t be such a fucking tool! What, do you need mommy’s permission to use the bathroom, too?”

“No!” Sylvia exclaimed, her face turning red. “I’m just saying that we were told we have to be in our rooms by six, and not to leave! So…”

Gina rolled her eyes again and tuned Sylvia’s complaining voice out. To shut the other girl up and make the matter simple, she crossed the threshold of the bedroom and stepped into the hallway.

Sylvia gasped. “Ugh, this is exactly what I’m talking about! Listen, we can’t just defy the host like that my girl! We’ll get in trouble!”

“Look! Look! Look at this wooooo! I’m jumping across the threshold!” Gina teased, hopping back into the room. “See? Now I’m inside!”

She hopped back out.

“And now I’m not! Wooooo! So scary!”

She jumped back and forth through the doorway while Sylvia huffed in irritation.

Then Gina stopped, and her whole body froze. She started to shake.

“G-Gina?” Sylvia turned pale.

“Oh! Agh! Oh, no, it burns!” Gina wailed, scratching all over her body. “It burns, it burns, it… oh, wait, no, I’m totally fine!”

She gave Sylvia an exasperated look and raised her arms, before dropping them to her sides.

“You’re such a fucking square.”

“Sh-shut up!” Sylvia exclaimed. “I was really worried you know! You shouldn’t play around like that my girl!”

“First off, I’m not ‘your girl’, and I never was,” Gina corrected her. “Second, listen up and think about this clearly. There aren’t any consequences for going out past curfew. Dakota could smite me with some punishment transformation right now if she wanted to, but she’s not. Because she doesn’t care about stuff like that. Get it?”

Sylvia’s face burned. “But… the rules say…”

“Ugh, who cares?” Gina groaned. “What, are you only willing to play the ‘bad girl’ card for your Daddy, so he’ll give you some spankings? What a bratty little tease. It’s called rebelling, Sylvia. You’re like Mary trying to prove she’s ‘hardcore’ by not returning a library book until five minutes past the due date!”

“I… I just…” Sylvia knew that Gina was right. Even now, she felt the powerful tug to do the right thing and follow the rules. After all, she was trying to prove that she was a good person, and that she’d changed.

Gina could see the uncertainty and hesitation play over the other woman’s face, and knew that she wasn’t getting anywhere like this. She sighed and rubbed her hand against her forehead, slowly sliding it down her face.

“…Okay, let’s try it like this. You know the value of the show’s ratings, right? I mean, you’ve got to, you were parading that stuff around like crazy back when you were the host, I know it’s gotta matter to you, right?”

“Yeah…” Sylvia nodded, not sure where Gina was going with this.

“Well, I don’t give a crap,” Gina admitted. “There’s not anything I really care to buy with all my BP, and I could give a flying fuck what the audience thinks about me to boot. I’m only trying so hard for one reason, and one reason only. And you know what that is, don’t you?”

“…Daddy,” Sylvia said, nodding slightly.

“Bingo,” Gina nodded, snapping her fingers and pointing at the blonde. “Nick’s the reason I keep trying so hard, I’m working to please him, not a bunch of faceless mooks spread out across the multiverse.”

“So what’s your point?” Sylvia asked, crossing her arms over her chest. She wasn’t sure she knew where Gina was going with this, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to know.

“My point is that even though I’m super high up in the rankings, I don’t really care,” Gina said. “And yet the audience keeps eating it up. Why do you think that is?”

Sylvia mulled that over for a second. She was fairly certain that the polls were still rather consistent. Rose might have pulled ahead by a decent amount, but it was highly likely that Gina was still fighting with her and Mary for the top three spots. “…Probably because you’re so open to doing sexual things with the master?” She offered. “The audience sure seemed to like how eager you are to please, and letting him use you as a sex toy. Callie in Yuki’s season is also-”

“EENNNNNNTTT!” Gina groaned like a “wrong answer” buzzer in response, shaking her head. “Nope, that’s not it.”

“How would you know!?” Sylvia exclaimed, indignant at the thought that Gina could be more aware of the pulse of the audience than her, someone who had actually hosted the show.

“Well, don’t get me wrong, that’s definitely part of it,” Gina admitted. “But the reason I’m so popular is probably because I’m just me. I do whatever the hell I want, and it just so happens that what I want is to please Nick. But come on, if I was worried about ‘following the rules’ then I would probably be floating near the bottom. You know, like you probably are.”

Sylvia winced. She didn’t want to admit it, but she feared that Gina might be right on the money. At this point in the round, she hadn’t exactly done a lot to appeal to the audience, save for the ones who liked daughter play.

…Which was a fairly decent coalition, yes, but Gina’s point still held merit.

Gina shrugged. “So hey, look, follow my advice, don’t follow my advice, I don’t really care. If you want to stay in the room all night just doing what you’re told like Daddy’s little angel, hey, maybe it’ll work out for you. But I’m going to be wild!”

Sylvia bit her lip. She could feel the tantalizing pull of what Gina offered. But she couldn’t actually go through with that, right? It was wrong! It was bad! And she was supposed to be a good girl, she was supposed to follow the rules, she was supposed to…

Suddenly Sylvia felt the piercing stare of Dakota’s cold eyes, and a shiver ran through her body. She remembered the icy expression on her creator’s face as she deconstructed her very existence without hesitation, unwilling to accept that she was a person.

This is kind of the same thing, isn’t it? Sylvia realized. I’m just doing what I’m told. Dakota said not to break curfew, so I’m not. Because I want to prove to the others… what, exactly? Shouldn’t I be trying to prove that I’m my own person, and I can think for myself?

Gina noted the ponderous expression on Sylvia’s face and smiled. She knew that the blonde had taken the bait.

“…Okay!” Sylvia said finally, even though she knew it was wrong. “I’ll… I’ll come with you. Thank you, my girl, I was doubting myself for a second there.”

“Atta girl,” Gina nodded, her wild grin widening. “Stick it to the man! …Or woman, in this case! So come on, Sylvia, it’s just a few steps!”

She backed up until she touched the wall, and held out her hand. If Sylvia wanted to take it, she would have to enter the hallway.

She would have to break the rules.

Sylvia summoned her courage and stepped forward, crossing the threshold into the hall.

When her feet touched the carpet she squeezed her eyes shut and braced for whatever would happen to strike her down… but nothing came.

After a few seconds, she cautiously opened one eye and looked around to make sure that everything was safe.

“It’s fine,” Gina chuckled, wiggling her fingers temptingly towards the other girl. “Nothing’s gonna happen to you. Let’s get going, shall we?”

Sylvia’s eyes widened. It had worked! It had actually worked!

“Whoa, I’m… I can’t believe I did that!” She breathed, feeling like a brand-new woman. She leapt forward and threw her arms around Gina. “I feel like I can breathe again!”

“Hey, let’s not get too excited,” Gina said, cracking a conspiratorial grin. “This night’s just getting started, after all! We’ve got a lot more to do than just this!”

“R-right,” Sylvia nodded. She was ready and eager for whatever lessons in being bad that Gina would like to impart. “…So what do we do again?”

Gina offered a lopsided shrug. “…Whatever the hell we want!”

While Sylvia and Gina were getting prepared to do some hardcore rebelling, the target of their little rebellion, Dakota herself, watched with an amused expression on her face.

“How quaint,” she mused. “Little Sylvia thinks that going around the hotel after hours is a rebellion.”

“She’s trying her best,” Holly’s faint voice came from the corner of Dakota’s suite. “She’s really trying to show you that she’s a person. Not just a tool.”

Dakota turned towards the corner, where Holly was crouched in a cage exactly like the one back in the Master’s Suite. Her complexion was flushed and her eyes wavered with uncertainty, unlike Dakota’s which were cold and focused and bored right into her soul.

“I’m sorry,” Dakota said, narrowing her golden eyes into a glare, “but I don’t believe I asked for your feedback. Should I put the gag back in?”

Holly’s eyes widened and she shook her head. “N-no, ma’am! No thank you! That wouldn’t be good for either one of us!”

Dakota raised a curious eyebrow.

Holly’s panicked expression was quickly replaced by a sly grin. “You took it off me in the first place because you were **** for company, isn’t that right? So it would kind of defeat the purpose to put it back on.”

“…You say that like you think I’m lonely,” Dakota said, scowling. “But you’re slightly off the mark. Your comments amuse me, girl. That’s all.”

She sighed and stroked her chin, lounging back on her couch. “…I do prefer you this way, though. So much more fun to interact with, compared to when you were a contestant.”

Dakota tapped her cane on the floor and sent a surge of pleasure through Holly’s body, driving her to the brink of orgasm before her chastity belt **** her to stop.

“…Yeah… hah…” Holly grunted, wiping the sweat from her forehead. It was a little awkward, since her hands were bound together. “I’m enjoying myself a lot more this way, too.”

“And next time you get lippy with me, remember, it was YOU who asked for this,” Dakota reminded her. It was definitely bizarre. Holly’s request hadn’t even been for any benefit. She just saw an opportunity, and wanted to take it. And not seeing how that would interfere with the competition of the show, Dakota didn’t mind obliging her. “…So would you like to know whether or not your master noticed your absence? That’s the whole point of this little game, isn’t it? To see if he would ask about you?”

“…Hahn!” Holly squeaked, squirming in her cage. She felt her body telling her it desperately needed to cum, and she really wanted to listen. But she couldn’t. “N-no!” She gasped. “Don’t tell me! It’s hotter if you don’t tell me!”

Dakota just stared at her incredulously and shook her head. She’d run a great many seasons of Harem Hotel, far more than she could count or remember. And yet, the nature of her fellow humans was a constant surprise.

“…Well, since you were such a good girl, I suppose I can give you a treat,” she decided, pulling up a viewing screen. “Want to see what your master is getting up to with his wife, while you’re in here all by yourself?”

If Holly was capable of orgasming, she would have cum on the spot from the suggestion alone.