Post Show Negotiations Part 1

Bloody Mary gave a cool look to Elizabeth as the two of them were let free from the theater. “I guess the two of us are going to be roomies.”

“Looks that way.” Elizabeth sighed, still concealing her breasts.

“Hmm.” The Queen gave a throaty little chuckle. “Well that should be fun.”

—--

Life in the lobby cycled on, ever ignorant to the horror happening between the walls, and around the world. Satan was gone, a dragon laid lurking, and a witch now held sway over a court of queens and murderers. Yet there was coacoa that still needed sipping, and excursions in need of planning.

It was in attending to these tiny details that the npcs managed to ignore Cleopatra giddily leaking onto a couch. She had her phone clutched in her hand like a talisman of power. “Erica, Erica, Erica…” She sung to herself, as she manuvered the menues, looking for her target.

“My love?” Mark Anthony could no more Ignore Cleo as we can ignore the sun she rules over. He stood befther changed from his tux to a sweater and winter pants. The turtle neck worked well with his curly dorky hair. What a sight.

“Oh darling!” She gushed, and hugged him, smelling like sex, and still in her secretary outfit. “You were just marvelous out there, a true star in the making.” She collapsed back on the couch, the wet squish of the fabric not inaudible.

He blushed, and kissed her hand. “May I be seated?” His first outing as a member of Morgan’s harem had not been awful, imagine his shock.

“Of course, you’re no **** boy when I’m around.”

He smiled, and sat. “Do you not know me? I am always and forever a **** to your love, my queen.”

“Aaaaah.” She sighed, and held her kiss graced hand to her cheek. “How many ages, have I longed to hear your praise again?”

He sat down. “Rest assured your perfect lays ever ready on my lips. You need only sigh, glance, nod my way, and love filled ejaculations will fly forth.” He face grew serious. “Though… you must also be willing to hear my criticisms if I have any.”

“Subtle.”

“I’m worried for you.”

She raised a painted brow. “How so? I thought I did fairly well, third place is below me, but not awful.”

He winced, how to breach this? “You haven’t been yourself today. I’ve seen your wrath, your greed, and pride, but to lower yourself as you have for lust? This is not you.”

“Mmm.” Cleopatra purred, closing her eyes. “Even you think I’m tainted.”

“Cleopatra…”

“There is no helping it Mark Anthony. They’ve done this to me, and… I’ve done it to myself. I’m beyond saving.”

“Maybe, but are you beyond your dignity too?” He brought up a video going around social media, Cleopatra’s crazed golden eyes transfixed on some distant obsession, drooling leaking from her lips, as she giggled, and fingered herself.

She gasped and took his phone. “I wouldn’t be caught dead looking like that…” She sighed, almost melting into the couch. “What a wretched thing they’ve made me!” She gripped Mark Anthony’s wrist. “My love, I need you. Have me, take me, ravish me, I can not bare it another moment. Points will soon be of no concern, so worry not. I can afford you.”

She tapped her phone, and Mark Anothny felt his cock begin to stir inside of his pants, “No, no, no, my love this isn’t what I want.” He pressed a hand to his crotch to stop it’s growth. To no result.

“Of course it is.” She purred, rubbing him through his pants, a delightful sensation. “It’s me, your venus.”

“It’s not you.” He batted her hands away and stood up. “It’s them, it’s what they’ve done to your mind.”

“Yes! Yeees!” She moaned, lowering her hands into her pants. “No different than how your dick will rise for my money. Our love it tainted! Corrupt!”

“Ugh.” He stumbled backwards, his dick straining his pants. “I can’t do this.” He gasped, panicing. “I can’t.” He ran off, out of the lobby, away from her and this madness.

“My love.” Cleopatra gasped, feeling like cold water had washed over her. “No.” She whimpered and curled her wet fingers into a first. “Fuck.” He hit herself in the head. “Fuck fuck fuck, Mea Threasurus, come back please! I’m sorry, I…no.” She collasped on the couch, sob’s replacing what she hoped would have been moans.

—--

Elsewhere in the hotel, Boudica stomped through. “Erica!” She shouted, picking herself up to a run, when she spotted her mark.

“Ah!” The young woman, let out a scared yelp, and covered herself. She was sure the bad blood between her and Boudica was finally boiling over.

“I’m sorry.” The red head, bowed her head, and her hair fell loose like a starwberry waterfall.

“W-what?”

“I said I’m snugglin’ sorry, are ya deaf?” Boudica gritted her teeth, apologies apparently as foreign to her as a shaved muff.

“No! No, no!” Erica looked around for help, but all she had was a few useless crew members filming the exchange. Joan apparently sensed no danger. “W-what do you have to be sorry about?”

“We both wanna end this game, but nothin’ I’m tryin’ is workin’. I was rightfully upset when you didn’t help me back at the fire pit, but… yer on track to win this thing. You clearly know what you’re doin’, so I guess I’m snugglin’ sorry for being so thick skulled, alright?”

“Aww!” Erica got a little misty eyed and wrapped the redhead up in a hug. “I’ve missed you girl!”

“Heh.” Boudica blushed slightly, and returned the hug with a few ackward pats. “Yeah, what can I say? Everybody loves a redhead.” She then sighed, and broke off the hug. “Me problem’s always been runnin’ straight into danger. I’m startin’ to think maybe I’ll need a plan to take this show down.”

Erica smiled slightly, feeling a slight balm finally ease her tired spirits. Helen was safe, Boudica was back, and for some reason the threat of the master, a Witch didn’t seem as intense and world threatening as it had previously. “Do you think that plan involves me?”

This time Boudica gave her a full smile, showing off her white and crooked teeth. “I was hopin’ your plan involved ME!”

“Sloth and Lust in it together.” Erica stuck out her hand, and Boudica took it, entwining ther arms and fingers, in a tight hold.

“To the end! Woohoo! The girls are back baby!” The queen threw her hands up in the air, and kicked her leg up over her head. She the blushed, and straightened her outfit. Then the redhead gave her a serious look. “But first we need to get rid of Cleopatra, she’s gunnin’ for you squirt, and she seemed pretty excited by what she saw in your future.”

“You’re right.” Erica nodded. “Let’s go pay her a visit.”

—--

The work of a host was never over. Though the contestants had all made their way out of the theater, and the audience was gone, Skylar still had the losers to deal with. They all sat passively in their seats, their free will good and well suppressed less they cause trouble for the show. Zheng had managed to calm down, and now looked like her normal self, except with black eyes. Diaochan and Yang both sat in their seats, drooling, while Atossa buffed her long nails.

“Okay ladies, and I use that term lightly. I’ve got your sleeping arrangements here. Nzinga and Yang are being moved out of their suite into employee lodgings. Diaochan, Yang, Wang, and Wu, are all getting moved into the playroom…”

Skylars legs were dangling off the side of the stage. She kicked them happily as she went about her duties, but stopped when a prickling sensation washed over neck. “Joan, what do you need?” She said, without looking up from her clipboard. “You got out of this round without getting a trait of your own, aren’t you happy with that?”

“I’m not here for that.” The woman said, her french accent delicious as ever. Though Skylar did miss the valley girl accent, she’d put on for the show. She missed a lot of things about her performance now that the host saw her in a turtleneck and high-waisted pants.

“What is it then?”

The saint tilted her head, her shining ever-clear eyes momentarily taking note of Skylar. The host got a sense that she saw beyond the body she was wearing, deep into the makeup of the thing the producers had designated as “Skylar.”

“Your show has been stolen from you.”