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“Well, this has been fun,” Sylvia said, stretching her arms and faking a yawn. “But it’s certainly getting late. Dawn’s already down for the night, and as for the rest of you, well…”

Her eyes slid to the other girls. Namely, the ones besides the bride herself. They all seemed a little wired, in the mental state of “buzzed, but right before you get sloppy drunk”. Except for Morgana, of course, who was a little drunk on the mood, but other than that had not touched a drop.

Mary had been very clear about that. Kim drinking was bad enough, she was not going to be responsible for the corruption of two minors at this party.

“Seriously?” Rose stared at her incredulously. “You want us to go to bed? It’s not even midnight yet! This party is just getting started!”

“I’m not tired either,” Kim agreed, shaking her head. She’d always heard about how **** made you drowsy, but she wasn’t feeling the effects in the slightest. “What’s up, Sylvia?”

“Oh, nothing much,” Sylvia cooed. “I was just thinking about Nick, that’s all. And how his bachelor party is going…”

Five sets of eyes snapped to her. Even Mary was curious about that, given the comments about a… a strip club.

She didn’t want to believe that Nick would go to a seedy place like that, but with the company he was keeping…

“Is… is he having fun?” She mumbled, averting her eyes. Her face flushed with shame. “I mean, I’m certain he is… I just… well…”

She felt a little uneasiness well up inside her. The thought of Nick staring at other women as they took their clothes off…

“What’s the matter, Mary? Uncomfortable about your husband-to-be going to a strip club?” Sylvia purred, leaning in closer.

“Who wouldn’t be?” Kim snapped. “She’s marrying him in the morning, you don’t think she has a right to be a little uncomfortable about that?”

“A normal woman, certainly, for a normal wedding,” Sylvia nodded. She wouldn’t deny that. “But your situation isn’t exactly what I would consider ‘normal’ my girl. After all, you’re a guest of Harem Hotel; your man has seen his fair share of naked women already.”

Mary winced. “That… that’s different,” she stammered. “Those other girls…” Her eyes swept around her guests at the table.

“It’s different when it’s people you know,” Holly said, coming to her defense. “Mary might not be happy about him getting married to other women, or seeing them naked, but that’s a lot different from random strippers.”

Mary sighed in relief. Holly was her lifeline like always. “Exactly,” she agreed, feeling more certain of herself. “I’m fine with Nick being around naked women that he’s close to… people he’s in relationships with. Because that’s part of this game. But just ogling the bodies of random women he doesn’t have any feeling for…”

It tore a hole in Mary’s heart, thinking about Nick with women he didn’t care anything for. That wasn’t the man she wanted to marry.

“I see… so you’d much rather he gaze at the bodies of women he cared about?” A sly smile crossed Sylvia’s face. “Lovely. I feel exactly the same.”

She held up her cane, and the patio flashed brightly as they all disappeared.

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“What the hell?!” Holly snapped into place, looking around frantically.

“Language!” Mary chastised.

“I think we’re in a dressing room,” Rose said, glancing around the wide area they’d found themselves in. Countless outfits were hung on racks lining the walls, and there were several makeup mirrors present. The dull pulse of music echoed off in the distance, like it was coming from another room.

“That’s not all…” Kim glanced at her reflection in the mirror and blushed. “…Our clothes.”

With the exception of Mary, everyone’s outfit had changed severely.

Holly and Morgana were no longer wearing their swimsuits. Holly was now dressed up in a familiar skimpy maid outfit, only for once she found that it wasn’t soaked in her sweat. And Morgana was wearing an outfit similar to her usual dark clothes, but far skimpier, showing off her arms, legs and thighs, and midriff, while emphasizing the curves of her massive breasts and ass. The pointed hat on her head gave her the appearance of a slutty witch.

Kim stared at herself, seeing her lithe figure squeezed into a mockery of a schoolgirl uniform that was somehow even more revealing than the ones she usually wore. Her tartan skirt was so short it was practically a belt, and her shirt was unbuttoned and tied off above her midriff like Mary, teasing peaks at her lacy black bra.

But Rose’s outfit was definitely the biggest departure from what she usually wore. A tight red skirt clung to her waist, and she wore a red shirt that was more like a vest, being FAR too small to cover the red bikini she wore over her chest.

And all the girls were wearing clear plastic platform heels.

Rose put the pieces together instantly. “We look like a bunch of-”

“Strippers!” Holly blurted out, jumping the gun due to her excitement.

“Ah, lovely my girls!” Sylvia strolled into the dressing room twirling her cane, wearing a wicked grin on her face. “You all look good enough to eat!”

“What’s going on here?!” Mary demanded. “This isn’t what I had planned!”

Sylvia blinked.

“Well… of course not. Your bachelorette party, fun as it may have been, lacked a bit of sexual… what’s the word? …Yes, Jenny say kwa.”

Rose’s eye twitched at her native language being butchered like that.

“So what, you just tarted us up like a bunch of prostitutes?!” She demanded. “I am not a whore!”

The smile fell from Sylvia’s face and she narrowed her eyes. “Not anymore, you mean. But you did quite a lot of things to Nick for money, didn’t you my girl? And you will again. You remember that bounty sheet of yours, right? Think of this as a personal favor from me!”

Rose gasped as she remembered a very specific target on that sheet.

Perform a Strip Tease for the Master (Nudity Required) – 1000 BP

“…You planned this,” she seethed.

Sylvia shrugged. “I planted some seeds. They just so happened to bear fruit.”

“What’s going on?!” Mary wailed. “I’m so confused, what’s happening!?”

“I’m giving you exactly what you wanted, my girl,” Sylvia purred, her smile returning as she turned back to the redhead. “You were all in a tizzy about Nick ogling some random girls. And while yes, I could have borrowed some strippers from another one of our running shows, I tend to agree… it’s much better if Nick’s bachelor party strippers are women he’s already aroused by!”

She waved to the other girls with a flourish. “So… voila!”

“You mean we’re going to strip for Nick?” Holly’s face glowed at the idea.

“R-really?” A twisted smile broke Morgana’s face in half. On the one hand, the thought of Nick drooling at her as she took her clothes off was incredibly hot, and one of her deepest fantasies. So much so she couldn’t be sure this wasn’t a dream from her diary. On the other hand, she’d never done something like this before, and the part of her that was still a socially-awkward teenage girl wasn’t sure if she could handle it.

“That’s… I don’t…” Mary’s mouth flopped open and closed as she stared dumbly at Sylvia, not sure what else to say. “You… you want me, too?”

Never. Not a chance. To go up on that stage in front of all her friends and slut around like that… even if her friends were also onstage with her, she still didn’t want to-

“What? No, of course not,” Sylvia scoffed, waving her hand. “You’ve heard the old saying, it’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding? Well, here on Harem Hotel, we take superstitions like that very seriously!”

She gave Mary a comically oversized wink.

“You’ll be sitting right here, in our special love seat, watching your lady friends lavishing all their affection on your man. And as your maid of dishonor will tell you, that’s quite a scintillating experience!” Sylvia tapped her cane and a massive, comfortable armchair appeared in the center of the room. A large TV descended from the rafters, practically as large as the wall itself.

“I mentioned before, how the third floor lounge of the villa was a lounge?” Sylvia prodded with a grin. “Well, here we are! You girls were so curious about it before, after all! And don’t worry, it’s not like you’ll be all alone back here.”

She walked over to the closet and dragged a snoozing Dawn out.

“Here! Your own little support kitten to pet while you watch! Aren’t I so generous?”

Mary turned red. She turned a lot of colors in fact.

“Why would you do this?” She demanded finally. “I thought we were having a good time?”

“We were!” Sylvia gushed. “And this is going to make it even better! Don’t you want to see Nick happy? And your friends happy, too?”

“I’m not happy!” Rose snapped.

Sylvia ignored her. She took Mary by the hands, ignoring that they were shaking with rage. “Mary, this is for you. Don’t you see? I want you two to have the best wedding a girl could ever ask for! And that includes a bachelorette and bachelor party that everyone will love! Isn’t this better than him drooling over a bunch of skanks with breast implants?”

“I… I…” Mary as at a loss for words. There was a sickening sort of logic to what Sylvia was saying, even if it made her nauseous to admit it. And the shine in her eyes told Mary that this wasn’t some cruel prank at her expense.

Sylvia honestly thought that she was giving Mary a wonderful surprise for her bachelorette party. That was the sickest thing of all.

“…I don’t want this,” she finally said. “I don’t want my friends to be **** to show off like this. Please don’t…”

Sylvia’s face fell momentarily but her smile fought its way back into control. “Oh, you don’t have to worry about that! I promise, I won’t **** anyone to go out there. It will be entirely up to them. Voluntary. You have my word.”

Her word.

Sylvia had given her word that they’d spend the night partying in the villa. And in a manner of speaking they still were… but it was that pesky “word” again.

On a show like Harem Hotel, “voluntary” could mean a lot of things.

“I want to do it,” Holly said automatically. “But, uh… I don’t want to go out there alone…”

The thought of stripping, of desperately trying to appeal to her master while he only had eyes for the hotter girls with better bodies, it pushed all the right buttons to make her little button stand eager and excited as her lower lips moistened.

“I-I also want to,” Morgana said, even though her face betrayed her apprehension. “But, um… I don’t know if I can… I’ve never done something like this before, so…”

“I’m with Morgana on this,” Kim agreed. “I don’t know if I can move like that! …Even if I wanted to,” she quickly added.

“Oh, really? You didn’t have a part-time job at a strip club we’re just now hearing about?” Holly smirked, rolling her eyes. Kim gave her a nasty look.

“That should be just fine,” Sylvia assured the girls. “You see, the lounge has a special spell put over it.”

Kim narrowed her eyes. “What kind of spell?”

“A simple one of course,” the blonde smiled. “Anyone performing on that stage will have all the knowledge and experience of a professional stripper enter their brain. Even if they’re trying to do something innocuous like do a comedy routine or a magic show, they’ll suddenly have all the moves of a trained veteran on the pole.”

That brought its own terrifying images to light.

“So you don’t have to worry!” Sylvia brought her hands together and smiled. “You’ll all know just what to do up there! And once you get off, you won’t have to worry about any of those pesky habits still remaining!”

Mary didn’t want to know if Sylvia meant “get off” in the sense of leaving the stage, or another meaning of the term.

She didn’t really want to know.

“That does make me feel better,” Morgana said, sighing in relief. Her natural clumsiness wouldn’t end up ruining things.

The goth still felt apprehensive about performing in front of a massive crowd, though. Even if it was just a handful of people. But the thought of catching Nick’s eye made it all seem worth it.

“Hey, you’ll do great,” Holly said, walking over to the pale girl and placing her hand on Morgana’s arm. “I know you will. With that body? You’ll knock ‘em dead.”

“Well, that’s two strippers right there,” Sylvia smiled. She turned to the other girls. “Any other takers? Or are you ladies content with letting the stalker duo take this one?”

“Kim, it’s okay, you can just say no,” Mary assured her friend. Kim had gone naked enough times already. She didn’t need to be a stripper on top of that.

Kim blushed. She was grateful that Mary was looking out for her. Knowing that she didn’t have to do this, it made her feel a lot better. At least, it should have.

“Yeah…” She said, nodding. “Sorry, Sylvia, but I’m out. I don’t want to hurt my friend.”

Sylvia raised her eyebrow quizzically. “Hurt your friend? What do you mean by that, my girl?”

Kim gestured frantically to Mary. “Mary, of course! You think she wants to see Nick drooling over me all night? Checking out my body? Of course she doesn’t!”

“Ah, I see… yes, yes…” Sylvia nodded. “So this is another example of you being nice, then, and giving up something you want for someone else’s sake? What a pity… didn’t your temporary transformation teach you anything about seizing the moment?”

“What?!” Mary’s jaw dropped.

“WHAT?!” Kim’s response was even more shocked. “Who… who says I want this?! Being a stripper!? That’s not…”

“Oh? And yet you were having so much fun, showing off your body to Nick in the hot spring earlier today,” Sylvia pointed out, turning on the TV. Still shots of Kim and Nick in the hot spring together flashed onto the screen one after another as she went through the slide show. “Lookie here… seems like you’re actually encouraging him to check you out a little bit? Hmm… very curious…”

Kim’s face flushed. “That’s… I mean…”

“Come now my girl, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity!” Sylvia urged, approaching the slutty-looking schoolgirl with an excited gleam in her eye. “You’ll get to perform on that stage with Nick being unable to take his eyes off you, as you show him everything!”

“But…” Kim glanced warily at Mary.

“It’s supposed to be a fun night,” Sylvia said gently. “Doesn’t that sound like something you could enjoy?”

She leaned in and whispered into Kim’s ear. “And you could always blame the ****…”

“Stop pressuring her!” Mary put her foot down. “Kim, it’s okay, you don’t have to do this! Sylvia, just stop!”

“Mary…” Kim broke away from Sylvia and approached the redhead cautiously. “What if… what if I wanted to do it?”

Mary looked at Kim in amazement, having never considered that possibility before.

“What?”

“I-I mean, being a stripper, of course I don’t want to do that!” Kim quickly clarified. “Not really… but when I think about Nick, and the thought that he might be checking me out… I don’t know. I can’t really describe it…”

She looked at her smiling face on the screen, and saw how much fun she was having. She always seemed to have fun, doing that kind of stuff with Nick. It had started out with an amusement park, but then there was their walk on the beach… how they got to know each other…

Kim took a deep breath and exhaled, staring at her friend’s troubled expression. “Mary, if you don’t want this, then it’s fine. I won’t do it. But if it’s okay with you… I’d like to give it a chance. Just to see if I’d like it.”

She was chasing something, and she wasn’t sure what. Ever since she got that job at the boutique, or maybe even before that, something had been nagging at her.

Maybe she’d find it on that stage.

Mary looked stunned. But she didn’t look horrified or appalled, which had been Kim’s biggest fear.

Finally, she begrudgingly nodded her head.

“If you think that’s what you need to do,” she said quietly. “I hope you find what you’re looking for.”

She wasn’t sure what Kim was going through right now, but she didn’t want to be the one standing in her friend’s way.

“Well, lovely!” Sylvia smiled. “It looks like we have three girls now! That just leaves one last young lady… Rose?”

She turned to her fellow blonde. Rose’s lips were pinched into a tight scowl. Then she sighed, and relented. “Does it even matter?” She muttered. “You’re just going to make me do it anyway with my transformation, right?”

“Oh? No, of course not! I would never do that,” Sylvia assured her with a shake of her head.

Rose raised her eyebrow, unconvinced.

Sylvia tried to sincerely explain her side. “Rose, that would be pointless,” she said. “If your Scenes from a Hat transformation compels you to do something, then you won’t get any BP from it for your Side Piece of the Action transformation, even if you meet one of the bounties. Didn’t you notice that already? After all, when you were milking Mary, you brought her to orgasm at least once, isn’t that right? But you never received your bounty for that, because it was something another transformation **** you to do.”

“Oh!” Rose gasped. She hadn’t even realized that at the time. But Sylvia was right!

Mary turned red as she remembered that moment.

“To get the BP, the action has to be completely voluntary,” Sylvia said simply. “And again, it’s 1000 BP. That will get you very close to what you’re aiming for, isn’t that right, my girl?”

Rose bit her lip. Sylvia wasn’t wrong, she could say that much.

But even so…

“And just think,” Sylvia continued. “You’ll certainly catch Nick’s eye this way.”

Rose hated that she was actually considering this. But stripping on a stage wasn’t all that different from what she’d already done to win Nick’s heart.

“Fine,” she said, sighing in resignation. “I’ll do it.”

Mary couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Holly was one thing, but all the other girls were going along with this?

Maybe it’s not as big of a deal as I’m making it out to be, she thought. And for just the briefest of seconds, she considered that maybe she could give it a try herself.

But that idea was quickly dismissed as ridiculous.