Breakfast and a door

Rose

Rose winced a little as she sat down on the bench with a full plate of bacon and eggs in front of her, having decided after the amount of energy she burned last night, this was called for. She leaned into Delilah who put an arm around her and casually trailed her hand down onto one of Rose’s breasts. Rose giggled at the raised eyebrow from Charlotte sitting on the other side of the table.

“C’mon Charlotte, what’s a bit of light groping? Especially after what happened last night…” Rose turned and kissed Delilah’s jaw, the taller girl almost purring as she claimed Rose’s mouth in a passionate kiss.

Charlotte cleared her throat and knocked her knuckles on the table. “So Delilah, you still planning on going after one of those higher tier rooms today? Taking you…sword…” Charlotte grinned as Rose snickered “..for a spin?”

Delilah got more serious, looking down at the wooden box under the table. “Yeah, I was going to go once I’d eaten, this one took a lot of energy to keep up with. And fucking hell I forgot how many muscles there were in my thighs until I was pounding her…”

Olivia

Olivia listened to her two competitors talk so easily to Rose, looking at them out the corner of her eye as she felt Ivy slurping in her pussy whilst she milked Rebecca into a jug. The three girls started getting up from the table and Olivia rose to try to catch Rose’s eye, bowing her head submissively.

“Mistress Rose, I was hoping to speak to you…”

Delilah and Charlotte

Delilah looked at the door in front of her, the big golden number 150 emblazoned on the door. “It’s going to take all of both our BP to get in here…but you saw what the 50 BP door got us, that library was a game changer in the last challenge. This one might be three times as good….or three times as dangerous…”

Charlotte looked a little worried, glancing to the sword Delilah carried. “I mean…it should be fine right? Between us we have magic and warrior skills…and…Aurora wouldn’t let us be…be killed right? She’d come in and get us if things went bad?”

Delilah was limbering up, nodding absently with a curiously distracted look on her face. “Uh..yeah. I’m sure she would…if things got more than….than we could handle.”

In unison, both women pressed their hands to the door and the golden writing on the door glowed and disappeared, the door slowly swinging open and Delilah and Charlotte ventured within.