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Delilah

Delilah stood looking at the closed door in front of her, the armour clad figure of the first rooms guardian stood next to her. Delilah braced herself, then turned towards the other figure, just barely able to make out the piercing green eyes of the woman within the armour. “So…you can’t tell me whats through that door? And Aurora said the penalties would be severe?”

The figure nodded slowly, her voice cold and hard “I do not know what lies through that door, not could I tell you even if I did know. The penalties will be severe indeed. Luckily…or unluckily for you…you are still on Harem Hotel as a contestant. Thus the penalty is likely to be of a physical nature and to do with carnal pursuits. You understand that alongside great reward may be a violation of your body?”

Delilah nodded slowly to herself, considering the possibilities. The reward would be worth it she hoped, and if she lost..well Delilah thought back to some of her dirtiest most taboo fantasies she’d never shared even with Rose, and this would be a risk free way to maybe enjoy some of them…

Stepping up to the door, Delilah twisted the handle and pushed, the room behind her fading into darkness like the lights had completly turned off, blocking her retreat from this room. Inside this new room, which was another thirty feet by thirty feet of set stone slabs, Delilah found herself facing a chest against the left hand wall and a small metal lockbox set on a plinth in the middle of the room. On the plinth, a plaque read ‘She who acts a Lady, may reach within.’

Against the right hand wall of the room is set a huge mirror, occupying half the wall at least and polished to a perfect sheen. Walking into the room and up to the lockbox, Delilah went for the simplistic solution first, grabbing the lockbox and trying to pry it open, confident that whatever wooden mechanism lay inside the box would yield if pulled and jiggled enough. What drew her eye though was the movement in her peripheral vision. Looking at the mirror, she saw herself, but not as her reflection should be. Instead her reflection was scowling at her with hands on her own hips and shaking her head, dressed in an elegant gown more suited for the courts of France during the days of its kings. The reflection then made the exaggerated gesture of holding up three fingers and pushing one into her palm.

“What! I’ve got three chances? And I just used one?” Delilah watched the reflection of herself nod before she turned her mind back to trying to get the chest open. Delilah carefully walked around the plinth, making sure not to touch anything before she arrived back at the plaque. “She who acts a lady?”

Delilah felt the answer, or at least a potential answer click in her mind. Turning towards the mirror, she found the reflection standing with her hands clasped in front of her like a demure lady. Reluctantly Delilah copied the pose and kept copying the reflection as it went through a series of poses, none of them overtly sexual in nature but just positioning herself in different ways. It was then the reflection grinned like a Cheshire Cat and pulled its skirts up around its waist, using its free hand to reach down and slip two fingers inside herself.

Delilah paused for a moment, but caught the raised eyebrow of her reflection and yanked down her own leggings, pushing a pair of fingers into her own pussy, wincing a little but feeling her juices start to flow as she copied her reflections actions diligently, pleasure running up and down her body like a live wire as she spent several minutes copying the reflections fingering action. It was as Delilah was getting close to cumming that she heard a distinct click and the lockbox on the plinth next to her spring open, revealing a large iron key that looked like it would fit the lock of the chest.

Delilah Sparrow: +100BP