If I could write a letter to me

Nick

Nick reappeared in the Master’s Suite, looking around in confusion. “Huh? What happened?! Where did everybody go?” He asked.

The person to answer his questions was, of course, Dakota.

“Hello,” she greeted him with a smile. “How are you feeling?”

“Dakota, what is all this?” Nick asked. “Why did you just teleport me away?”

“Oh, I didn’t teleport just you away,” Dakota said, waggling her finger from side to side. “I teleported everyone away. They’re all in their own rooms… even Marley! Didn’t you hear what I said before? The lovely ladies all got some fan mail to look through, and, well… those sorts of things are best done in private.”

“I see…” Nick nodded. “What about you, then?”

Dakota looked stunned.

“…What do you mean?” She asked, frowning.

“Well, I mean, didn’t you receive any fanmail?” Nick asked, frowning. “If so-”

“That isn’t the point,” Dakota snarled, her face twisting with darkness. Before Nick could get another word in, she held up her cane and disappeared.

Then, Nick saw a letter to him sitting on the ground. “Wait, so even I got something?” He asked, surprised, and opened up the letter.

To Nick, From Hardric:

Greetings,

Your situation And this of everyone here is pretty fraked up, for all the perks you and the others have managed to eke out of it. Still, you keep trying, and that is the most important thing. Keep doing that, these ladies deserve nothing less than your best. Helps you too, but I think we know who you prioritize here between them and you. So please do not fuck it up. With *any* of these girls.

Keep going and trying. With all of them too, mind you, the ones ‘out’ included (you wouldn’t be you if you didn’t do that mind you. Hopefully Holly isn’t getting edged that long before her next go. But she should get dates too. And Marley, for that matter). And Holly got it real right that night, doesn’t matter which one it is, their night, they are *all* princesses. And the other girls too when you take time for them. Try to keep that in mind during dates too.

Just… remember that an open hand isn’t a show of weakness. Offer it, but the other one does need to make the steps to reach it. Cannot really do more until they do that.

Oh, and besides the obvious congratulations to you and Mary, good luck for names fishing, you gonna need it.

Keep going,

Hardric.

Nick blushed, taken aback by the frankness of this “Hardric” person, and their congratulations for his expectant child.

He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to say, if anything, but given that the letter was so heartfelt and open, he felt like he didn’t have much choice.

“Um… okay, Hardric… thank you for your consideration,” he addressed the void of the Master’s Suite. “Don’t worry. I promise, I’m going to do my best to look after everybody. I care about them. But I understand I need to take time and show it.”

He sat down on his bed, and wondered just how thorough the other girls’ letters were going to be.

Mary

Mary let out a squeak as she looked around, startled. She was in a simple room, like a jail cell, almost, or a very large closet. There was little more in it than just a bed. “Where… where did everybody go?!” She asked, starting to panic.

“Hello!” Nola jumped into the room with a big grin on her face. “Mary, what wonderful news! We’ve got all sorts of great letters for you! As expected from the most popular girl, you’ve got quite a lot of fans among the audience! And they’re all going to be asking you a lot of questions! You’re fine with answering them, right? Of course you are! Just respond to them like the person reading them is here in the room with you, listening to your every word, because they are! Here, let me give them to you!” Nola turned over the bag in her hands, and a large mountain of letters poured out over the floor.

Mary stared at them in shock. But before she could ask anything else, Nola had already vanished.

Not seeing what else to do, Mary picked up the letters and started to go through them, opening up one of them.

Mary- Congratulations on your pregnancy! And I just wanted you to know your cowness was the best part of the party. Please continue to embrace your inner bovine spirit and bless the others with your milk of kindness. Your milky goodness brings great things to the show. Your dedication to Nick is lovely to see but do try to leave room for your harem sisters.

Her eyes scanned the words and her face got red. “I-I’m not a cow anymore!” She wailed, dropping the letter and covering her chest out of reflexive shame. “As for my milk… I mean… that’s another matter, but I don’t want to be a cow!”

The cow bell that fell out of the envelope disagreed.

Flustered, she grabbed another letter, hoping this one would be about something else.

Dear Nick and Mary,

Thank you for a most entertaining wedding. We do hope that those victorian plates are serving you well. They are leftovers from the past shows hosted from current set. Please do not break them for the occupants of the plates will get out and it will be an unpleasant. We do wish you the best of luck.

Sincerely,

Hosts of England Lane

Mary didn’t know who those people were. She wondered, though, shouldn’t Nick have gotten a letter like this as well? Perhaps there was a mixup? She took a deep breath and cleared her throat. Someone was expressing their heartfelt gratitude; it was only fitting that she provide an appropriate response!

“You are very welcome, from both of us, for coming to our wedding,” she said politely, still finding it a little weird to address people who weren’t there. “As for your plates, I think they’re in the Master’s Suite right now… don’t worry, we’re making sure not to break them or anything! That would be bad…”

Feeling a little better about things, she went grabbed another letter.

Dear Mary,

Since I didn't get to meet you at the wedding I want to take this opportunity to wish you my heartfelt congratulations on getting married to your master. Attending your wedding was one of the highlights of my life. You've been one of my favorites from the beginning and have only improved with time and transformations. I'm so happy that even if you are eliminated you get to remain part of the harem.

Congratulations,

From Sally

P.S. The show you and Nick put on at the wedding was so hot. It will forever be one of my favorite Harem Hotel moments

“Another wedding guest!?” Every letter made Mary feel a little happier. She didn’t know who Sally was, but since the only guests at her wedding were hosts from other branches, she felt a little tense. She seemed like a nice girl, like those other hosts who’d written the last letter.

“Um… if I’m really your favorite… thank you?” She wasn’t sure if she should be thanking someone in this position. But she did anyway. “As for my transformations… I’m glad you like them, but they can be a little… ****…” She sighed and hung her head. Then she glanced at the ring on her finger. “I haven’t given much thought about getting eliminated, honestly… something like that… I don’t know. I do still have that totem from the second challenge, but I’ve never even had to use it… I don’t know…”

This was all too much. Mary didn’t like thinking about eliminations. Hopefully, the next letter wouldn’t be anything about that.

To Mary, From Hardric:

Greetings.

Gonna be short here I guess, but congratulations are in order (if this rando’s input is worth it). Good luck with the business of selecting names, feels like you gonna need it, and not just this once. Just… pace yourself once these ones (yeah, not gonna pretend this is a single birth if what we could see is anything to go by) are born. For your health, and also leaving each of them their own room to breathe. Optimistic to talk about already? Guess so, but can't let this show get the win of forgetting that life continues after it.

Keep being open about the others too, if this Internet Monkey’s braying is worth listening to. At the end of the day, if God exists, and is even half as benevolent as he is supposed to be (might want to check alternate versions that the ones you were given so far), I dare hope he wouldn’t be that judgemental about what people do, as long as it goes without harming each other.

Keep going,

Hardric.

PS: Do hope no one is having issues with these letters. People can get the best, but also the worst here. When they are allowed to get something that is.

A bright gleam sparked in Mary’s eye as she finished the letter. “Oh, thank you for your congratulations. And you’re right… thinking about my future child… what’s going to come from me in the future…” She placed her hand over her stomach and gently caressed it. She couldn’t feel even a hint of a bump, but that didn’t really matter, did it?

She was going to be a mother very soon.

“Thank you for your kind words. As I’m sure you’ve seen, my faith is a large part of who I am. And I’ve had to question that on more than one occasion. And so often, I find myself asking would the lord really approve of the actions I’ve taken? Of what’s happened to me, and what I’ve permitted- encouraged, even- to happen to others?” Mary sighed. She wished she could say yes… but she just wasn’t sure anymore.

Then she got her next letter.

Greetings to our favorite cowgirl. Congratulations on reaching your goal. You're married to Nick and you're going to give him lots of children. But I have a few questions. What's next? What are your plans? Because frankly, as a candidate, you've almost lost interest. I'm not even sure you'd know what to wish for if you won this show.

“Err…” Mary stammered. “The truth is… I don’t really know what to wish for, either… I don’t really have any plans… settling down with Nick and raising our family together, that would be one thing, but the way things are going… I have no idea how the harem will affect this.

She winced and smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry…” She apologized to someone who she wasn’t quite sure was listening or not, and grabbed another letter.

This one was very fancy, decorated with etchings and held intact by a wax seal bearing a deep coat of arms. She stared at it in surprise.

Esteemed Lady Mary,

It is the best of news regarding your recently sired child. I have been a fan of yours since the beginning and it heartens me to see you not only succeed, but also thrive. You have overcome the hurdle that plagues many a maiden on the show and have embraced the changes thrust upon you and guided them to a new fate that you can enjoy rather than continuously struggle against. I hope you can hopefully guide others to a similar state as you yourself, to each girl a path she may thrive on should she choose to walk it. While it remains good to be cautious when it comes your blessed milk, it can also be a great boon should the girl have a healthy image of what she desires to be. While I remain you ardent supporter, I must warn you. Your current lead is well earned but your place at the head of the harem is not a forgone conclusion. Beyond the Beau Rose other ladies not yet on the show may make attempts for the seat closest to Sir Nick. While it is your choice if you truly desire said seat, if you choose to try and keep it, I believe it is of the upmost importance that you do not lose your good kindhearted nature in such a struggle.

May your lineage continue to be ever fruitful,

His Majesty the Emperor of the Lost City of Aurelior

“Oh, my!” Mary gasped in surprise, her hand leaping to her mouth. She couldn’t believe that such words were actually written in this day and age. She wondered if maybe it was written by someone from an ancient era. “Um, thank you for your kind words, but I am not a lady, good sir... and I am well aware of the fact that it is not a, um, foregone conclusion that I be the one who, uh, verily holdeth the lead on Nick’s heart, and thus, I will not lose my, um, kindhearted nature? And there will noteth be a, um, struggleth!”

She felt exhausted. She appreciated the kind words, though, and sighed with a smile. She grabbed another letter, this one with no seal.

Mary

I’ve loved watching your development throughout the show, how you stayed true to yourself and still managed to find pleasure and happiness. As someone who isn’t very religious, you’ve easily become my favorite personality on the show and I hope you can fulfill your wish of having many, many children.

I do have a question for you though, how do you feel about the other girls having children with your husband? Are you looking forward to that, or trying not to think about it?

Pregaddiction

Mary turned scarlet. Pregaddiction!? What kind of name was that?! The kind of name someone with a singular focus would have, obviously. “I-I haven’t really thought about it!” She sputtered, shaking her head frantically. “The other girls, having kids… they… I think it would be amazing, but… if-if they don’t want it, then I would never pressure them into it! But I still think… well… it would be really, really hot…”

Mary tried not to drool. But she couldn’t help her imagination taking control.

She grabbed another letter. This one seemed to be from two people.

Mary

MAZEL TOV! I’m glad all your dreams are coming true thanks to the wonderful folks at Harem Hotel. Hopefully there are no evil twins in your litter, I know firsthand how annoying those can be! <3 Vee

If hosting one or more parasitic organisms until they have grown sufficiently powerful enough to detach from your innards brings you fulfillment, I suppose that’s fine. Here’s hoping they don’t suffer any adverse effects from your future transformations, that would be just awful. Sincerely, Dee

“Pa-parasitic!?” Mary dropped the letter in disgust. “My baby isn’t a parasite! And- evil twins?! No, my children will be sweet and pure, like angels! Why would you say such horrible things?!” She wailed. At the same time, though, she recognized the kindness and congratulations of the letter-writers, and with a sigh, she gave a begrudging “thank you” for their honest support.

Mary looked down at the massive pile stacked in front of her. She’d only read a few letters, but she’d barely been able to get through any of it. With a resigned sigh, she went and grabbed the next letter from the stack.

Dawn

“…And so here are all the letters, there are quite a lot of them! Goodbye now!” Nola dumped a pile of letters in front of Dawn’s bed and made a hasty retreat, while the brunette was still trying to process what was happening.

“…I see. Fan mail, huh?” Dawn knelt down to grab one of the letters, then blushed. She felt her knee poke into her boob when she did that, a sensation that was unusual for her. Embarrassed, she picked up the letter, and quickly opened it.

To Dawn, from Hardric:

Greetings.

I realize that this one might look or sound a little short, and apologize for this. But I do still want to wish you good luck with this whole mess, and hope you all can get out of it with both something you want, and be someone who is still recognizably the you from before this whole thing (I might not trust the new management until proofs or their goodwill are provided shall we say).

That day out in the park was something fun to see, as the fact you got to be around all the other girls more here. Yes, I realize this event had several downs too, but if you focus on them… What do you have left?

And despite some of the… less fortunate events, I do hope you keep trying out and reaching out. You need it I think, if only to see that yup, these girls are all your friends too, same as for everyone else.

Please try to keep this going. Feels like this will be sorely needed all along the way. Keep offering an open hand to future Auditionees too, like this about you, and no one deserves to be left to drift towards elimination like this here. Granted, this also seems to go well between you and Morgana.

Keep going,

Hardric.

PS: Do hope everyone got their letters (even if they are not read for reason X or Y). Might be a worrywart, be welp, different dimension, worried some got lost in transit is a legit thing, I think?

“This is ‘short’ huh?” Dawn mused, raising her eyebrow. “I wonder what he wrote to the other girls if this is ‘short’ to him? Wait, that’s not a comment on my height, is it? Well… okay.”

She adjusted her glasses and looked at the camera. “Thank you for your kind words. I’ve always tried to be a compassionate and considerate person who cares for others. But due to my own issues… I’ve never been good at that,” she admitted with a sigh. Her tail drooped down onto the bed.

“I’ve always focused on the goal. I’ve never gone out of my way to socialize with others before, or be affectionate. I thought it was enough just to be a good person… but it’s not, is it? No, you really have to try and be active, to actually make friends and be there for them. That’s something I’ve been learning on this show, twisted as it is. I wish if I could live my life again… I don’t know. I’d try to be a bit more open and caring? Maybe even willing to let things happen that I didn’t plan on, be more spontaneous… Oh! I’m sorry, that’s not really addressing you, now is it?” She blushed a little with embarrassment. “Anyway, thank you for your kind words. And don’t worry, I’m going to keep working for the sake of helping everyone get along, don’t worry.

She reached for another letter. She didn’t have many, so she wanted to make each one count.

Dear Dawn,

To be honest my love for you is surprising. Normally I don't care as much for the harem members that look like children but you have surprised me. Your intelligence, kindness to the auditionee's, and your increasing willingness to give into your cat side has allowed me to see past your lack of boobs. In fact you inspired me to include a girl with a similar childlike appearance issue into the harem on my own season (although I then put her into the body of Tifa who has a very large chest). Keep on being the harem's brilliant therapy cat

Yours truly,

Sally

P.S. If you wear your special collar from your buy list I'll vote you second on the popularity poll no matter what going forward (First is reserved for my bestie Sylvia)

“Sally… oh, I remember you, from the wedding. I see, so other hosts are even sending in questions, then?” Dawn adjusted her glasses and shifted in her seat. “Um… what am I supposed to say to this, exactly? I can’t say I’m thrilled that I ‘inspired’ you to abduct someone into your own show… um… as for the collar, why would I do that? Is that something people want?”

While Dawn knew that there wasn’t really any reason to be in first, the competitive side of hers had surged when she saw she’d made it to second, placing only behind Mary. Maybe if she had a collar, that might put her over the top…?

No, that’s silly, she chastised herself for thinking that way, closing the letter and reaching for another. This one had a wax seal she had to break, like something from the dark ages.

Esteemed Lady Dawn,

I hope this letter finds you in good times. I write this as someone who has come to deeply appreciate the wisdom you bring to those around you. I have witness the sage counsel you have given many of the other girls in the harem and have seen just how much you have helped them. You have given so much to others, including devoting your life to saving the creatures of the Earth. I feel it is only right to tell you that is alright to dream and pursue desires, such as Sir Nick's embrace, for yourself. The game you find yourself in is far from over and you can shape your own role in the future. You can have kittens of your own to raise should you desire them. This game may seem like nothing but punishment, but it can be a time to grasp desires and dreams beyond what would be possible in your reality.

To your Shining Future,

His Majesty the Emperor of the Lost City of Aurelior

Dawn raised her eyebrow in exasperation. She had no idea what “the Lost City of Aurelior” was, but figured it was a bit of irrelevant nonsense.

“Look, buddy, I’m not quite sure about having kittens with Nick...” She sighed. “In the future, maybe, but right now I’m just focusing on how I go forward, and interacting with others. But... thank you for pointing out that I need to focus on myself, too. I’m pursuing Nick, in my own way.”

She glanced down at her enhanced figure. “I don’t think that this is going to help, personally, but you never know... I’ve got some new tools in my arsenal.” She laughed at that little joke and grabbed another letter.

Dawn

You’re doing so well! Crushing challenges, making friends, and overcoming obstacles to have amazing sex with your Master! Have to root for a gal who’s smart, decisive, and caring in the streets and a submissive, poseable, pleasure pet in the sheets! <3 Vee

Offering a hand to these poor, stray auditionees in their time of need? Building a web of favors and debts while letting volunteers and villains eat the eliminations? Well played, you sly cat. Sincerely, Dee

Dawn noted the two different styles of handwriting, and deduced the letter must have been written by two different people. (The different signatories were another clue to that.)

That being said… “Thank you for rooting for me, Vee,” she said, offering the first writer a generous smile. “I’m glad you think I’m doing a good job.”

Then her face shifted into a scowl. “As for you, Dee… I’m not ‘playing’ anything! I’m just competing! It’s not a calculated shot or anything like that! I’m just doing what’s right!”

She didn’t like the insinuation that her actions had some malicious motive to them. In fact, that suggestion actually pissed her off a lot.

But she didn’t let it get the better of her. She took a few deep breaths to calm down, and exhaled.

There were other letters to get to.

Greetings Dawn, How's the show's favorite catgirl? Just kidding. I just wanted to congratulate you on making it this far, and I'm happy to say that you're my favorite candidate for a final victory. So please be a little more active with Nick to earn those 100 VPs.

“I’m doing the best I can,” Dawn replied. “Thank you for saying I’m your favorite, though! I’m really competing my heart out to be the best I can! I’m trying my hardest, but I can’t just let my desire for victory get the best of me. I have to consider the feelings of everyone else. But still, I don’t intend to lose, and my popularity is on the rise!”

With that surge in confidence, she grabbed another envelope.

Dawn- You are both liked and loved by the cast and many in the audience. Believe in yourself as we do.

When Dawn opened the letter, she barely had time to read the sweet words written in them, though they definitely lifted her spirits. The reason why she barely had time was because included in the envelope was a small pouch of a fragrance she remembered quite well from her own kittens, but was having a much different effect on her now.

Catnip.

Dawn’s vision began to get hazy and a dopey smile spread across her face. She giggled as the catnip took over, and left the other letters unread on her bed. She didn’t even notice the cat collar also included in the letter, and the little note attached to it: Please at least try it on, you might find you like it

Gina

“Well, this is fucking weird,” Gina said, looking around the room. “Why did it have to be white? Couldn’t I get a cool black room or something?”

Her thoughts were interrupted by Nola bursting into the room.

“Hello there! Got some mail for ya, punk girl!” Nola chirped, waving a big sack of letters in front of Gina. “It’s very simple! All you gotta do is read through ‘em, come up with something to say, and appeal to all your fans! And then-”

Gina frowned and cut her off. “Wait, hold on a second, you’re telling me I actually have fans? Ones who like me enough to write a letter to me?”

Nola blinked, surprised. “Well of course you do! Didn’t you check the popularity polls!? You were in third place!”

“Yeah, but isn’t that just because those people like the punk girl dynamic?” Gina scowled, feeling a little uncomfortable. “I don’t think they actually care what I have to say.”

Nola shook her head. “No no no! You’re wrong wrong wrong! They absolutely do! Trust me, I know you aren’t able to look at the fan forums, but back when I was running my own show all sorts of people were coming out in support of you! You had a bunch of support for who you are! Of course, then I got put on the sidelines, and now I’m actually here helping out Dakota on the show and so I don’t get to look at the forums anymore and so things might have changed, but I hope they didn’t change, it would be really sad if they changed, but don’t worry! I don’t think they changed!”

Gina just stared at her.

“…And if you don’t believe me, take a look!” Nola dumped a massive stack of letters on the floor, and disappeared before Gina could say anything.

The punk girl stared down at the stack of letters, surprised.

“Well… okay, then,” she said, picking up the first one she saw and opening it.

To Gina, From Hardric:

Hello to you.

Hope you are doing better here.

These people are family and here for you, you know? They want you around, they will go to bat for you, and did so already. So please, if you will take the time to listen to only one Internet Monkey’s braying, let them get close. Let them help.

I mean, you saw them. For them, you trying and helping is already being… well, you know what. But that is my point: They don’t overly mind the drinking and partying and everything, and still see you as you-know-what to some degree. So, guess you can try to meet them, be these things, and live your life for yourself, be a you-know-what, and still be yourself.

From the looks of things, everyone here got their wounds and hang-ups, small or tall. Very much not belittling yours, but wanting to point out they do have things in common with you, they can get it, they can help you get out of the pit, even, especially if you think you don’t deserve too.

Whatever else be damned, a shot at happiness, and a redo because we all make mistakes, should be the bare minimum given to everyone on this planet. And no one, not even yourself or oldest friends (they aren’t if they did that anyways), no pain or mistake, should deprive you of that. Please accept this, and get to the finish along with them. You, same as everyone else in this show, deserves this.

Keep going,

Hardric.

PS: Hope you get more of a say on how your next party goes. It was fun, don’t get me wrong, but would like to see how you’d all do stuff without management overtaking it. Hope they were not as overbearing while getting the letters to everyone.

Gina stared at the letter in shock. She couldn’t believe what she was reading. And because she couldn’t believe it, she pushed aside the more touching parts of the letter, trying to tell her about being happy and all that bullcrap, and focused on the other parts. “…Overbearing, huh?”

She looked around the room, where she’d been transported, and where Nola had popped in to dump some letters in front of her.

“…Oh, yeah, not overbearing at all. Not as overbearing as your letter, anyway. You think you just get to do a fucking do-over after screwing people over like that? No, fuck no! I know what the others said, but that doesn’t change anything! So back off!” She crumpled the letter up and tossed it over her shoulder, wiping her eyes.

They better not be all like this.

The next one was fancy and decorated, which made her scoff. She broke the seal and opened it up.

Esteemed Lady Gina,

I hope this letter finds you well. I write this knowing that you most likely do not place much stock in the words of other, especially not those as far removed from you as I. Please know I offer this out of nothing but desire to see you thrive in whatever manor you desire. To be a good person is not matter of being endlessly polite and deferring to what ones parents, or those around us, might desire us to be, but to be someone that helps others. That help can take many forms such as helping a recently freed young lady discover her wild side, or helping others find the will to rebel where appropriate. Its is good to forge your own path and rebel against things that might constrain you, all that is more required is to listen to those around you who you trust if you take things too far. I see the heart of a survivor Gina, something rare, beautiful, and that can never be taken away from you. You deserve a happy ending Gina, even one with a white dress should you so desire it.

To your Righteous Rebellion

His Majesty the Emperor of the Lost City of Aurelior

“What kind of crap is this?” Gina snorted in disbelief. She didn’t know what was up with the wording. “Dude, are you nuts? What century are you from? Anyway, I get it, people all say the same thing, how I don’t have to be a good girl in certain ways, but you know what? I’m sick of hearing it. As for your talk about happy endings... I don’t even know what that means!”

She was starting to get angry.

“Saying I have the heart of a survivor... is that supposed to be a joke?” She was seeing red. Taking a few deep breaths, she grabbed another letter, hoping it would calm her down.

Fan Mail; for Gina

Gina your fan's love you, Nick loves you, and the other girls love you, don't let anyone tell you otherwise. You always have support. your fan Mr. Green.

Gina scowled. “Look, Mr. Green, don’t you have some Clue to get back to? I know they love me, that’s not the point! The point is that they shouldn’t love someone like me, okay!?”

Even as she said that, though, she couldn’t ignore the pangs of joy in her heart.

Gina- You are awesome and we believe in you. Don't let others, including the shadow on your heart, tell you what a good girl has to be. Be the good girl you want to be. Also please more milking Mary. You enjoyed it, she enjoyed it, we enjoyed watching it. Win/win/win.

“Ugh, come on! Look, I’m fine with milking Mary again, but you guys don’t get it! Being a good girl, it’s just… I don’t want that, okay?! And I shouldn’t want it, even if I did!” Gina didn’t know how to handle this wave of support. It wasn’t natural. She knew there had to be letters in here somewhere that weren’t overflowing with unearned positivity.

Gina

It’s OK to be greedy on Harem Hotel! You can party, have awesome BDSM sex with your Master, get used all night and sleep all day AND be a good girl deserving of love and happiness. You hit the jackpot, and so did all your harem sisters, even if they don’t recognize it yet. Rooting for you! <3 Vee

C’mon, who hasn’t accidentally set a series of events in motion that led to **** and despair for themselves, people they care about, and random strangers? That’s the butterfly effect, and the butterfly doesn’t blame itself because the hurricane destroys a few villages. They were probably shitty ones anyway. Sincerely, Dee

Well… that was almost okay. Gina sighed and rubbed her temples. “Look, it wasn’t a good thing, and it wasn’t some ‘butterfly effect’ or whatever. This shit was my fault, there was no ‘jackpot’ involved. You sound just like Sylvia! Even if they’re happy about it… I still…”

Gina furiously scrubbed at her eyes, smearing her makeup with her tears. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she could just stop reading the letters. But something was still compelling her to look at them and read them.

Dear Gina,

I have to say you are a Harem Hotel jackpot. Almost always willing to get into the fun and totally devoted to your master. Plus I love all of your transformations so much (except for the Cannoli one. Mixed feelings there). You should upgrade some of your transformations. They'll probably get even better. Regardless keep on partying and having a blast.

Party on,

Sally

“Someone else saying I hit the ‘jackpot’? What the heck?! Don’t you guys get how bad this was?!” Gina wished she wasn’t so happy about the compliments she was getting for her partying and the love of her transformations. This was all so wrong, why was she the only one who could see that?

Gina

Gina, you’re the life of the group and a constant source of joy for me. You bring humor and levity to the group and I simply dig your style. You don’t have to change for anyone unless you want to. Well, I say that but there’s that good girl transformation… Have you considered that being a ‘good girl’ can be many things? You don’t have to be who your parents wanted and you can definitely embrace some vices. Getting called a good girl after taking a cock definitely counts. Or just being a girl that is kind, if you don’t want to make it sexual. And the important thing is to be kind to yourself, you’ve suffered and blamed yourself for something you had very little control over.

You deserve happiness and you deserve to be whatever you want, there’s no need to shove yourself into a pit of despair because you think you deserve it. Just do it on your terms.

I’m looking forward to you getting everything you want and more.

I’m not even going to make a sex joke because I know you will.

Also: Sometimes it’s a nice day for a white wedding, but punk rock weddings are a thing too.

Supportive Punk Fan

Gina stared at the letter quietly for a very long time, crinkling it beneath her thumbs as she clutched it tight.

Her tears started to drip onto the paper.

“I don’t get it…” She sobbed out, shaking like a leaf. “Why? Why does everybody keep saying all these wonderful things to me? It’s not fair… after everything I did… why do people keep telling me I deserve happiness? That I deserve to be a good girl? After all the wrong I’ve did… how do I even begin making it right?”

Her heart wept as the words she couldn’t bring herself to say until now poured out of her and she collapsed in tears on the bed.

Rose

Rose didn’t even wait for Nola to get into her spiel. She didn’t care what the leprechaun said! She grabbed her letters before the emerald-clad girl could get two words out, and urged her for any others.

“I know I got the most, I just know it!” She gushed, grabbing one of the letters and twirling around. “Fan mail! For the first time… I actually… I actually got fan mail!”

She could just about cry.

Rose

Bonjour petit Maupin, J'espère que cette lettre vous trouvera de bonne humeur. Vous vous êtes énormément amélioré depuis vos débuts et je comprends certainement qu'il soit difficile de partager votre grand amour. Mais comprenez aussi qu’il ne faut pas vous comparer à elle pour être aimé, vous êtes unique à votre manière.

As-tu eu des nouvelles de ton frère depuis le début ? Et avez-vous déjà réfléchi à la manière dont vous allez lui expliquer cette situation ?

N'abandonnez pas vos rêves de devenir une star de cinéma, à moins que quelque chose de radical ne se produise, ces transformations ne feront que vous aider.

bonne chance

“And it’s in French! Yippee!” Rose squealed with joy. “Okay, um… not very good French, I must admit, but still! Let’s see here… Yes, I most certainly have made some great progress since my debut! …And you’re right. Sharing Nick, that’s just…” She let out a long sigh. Then her eyes began to tear up, and she wiped them softly. “…Thank you for saying that, by the way. Telling me that it’s okay to be loved for who I am… without trying to compare myself to Mary. It really means a lot to me. As for Chrys… no, unfortunately, I haven’t heard anything from him. I suppose I’ll just have to find some way to explain when I get back… as for my dream… I haven’t given it up for one moment! I can be Nick’s wife, AND become a movie star!”

Rose certainly couldn’t be faulted for her confidence. Getting some encouragement in her own native tongue was enough inspiration to grab a second letter and see what they had to say.

Once again, it was in French.

To Rose, from Hardric:

Bonjour.

Cela me semble plutôt poli d’écrire en français pour quelqu’un qui est né dans ce pays, et j’espère que ceci est apprécié.

Félicitations pour le succès de ce rendez-vous dans le Paris imaginaire. Je vous souhaite de pouvoir y aller en vrai un jour avec Nick (et les autres). Ou de tenter votre chance dans une autre ville française, ce n’est pas comme si le pays se résumait à Paris pour un point touristique.

Je vous souhaite également de réussir à continuer à tous et toutes à vous entendre sur l'île. Et… même si c’est inconfortable, de réfléchir un peu à ce qui s’est passé avec Mary. Il n’y a aucune honte à ne pas être la perfection, ça veut juste dire qu’il y a quelque chose à continuer d’espérer réaliser, et pas un problème ici. Bon, ce n’est que les braillements d’un macaque de l’Internet, vous seule pouvez décider d’écouter. Mais je pense que ce serait une bonne idée de le faire. Qui que soit la “Reine” de ce harem, j’imagine qu’elle ne va pas avoir le titre sans le consentement de toutes les autres femmes impliquées.

Donc… S’il vous plaît, réfléchissez bien à ce que vous dites. Je n’ai aucune envie de vous voir quitter la scène ainsi, surtout après cette semaine, ou ce que vous avez fait pour Mary la semaine dernière.

Et que quand vous continuerez le travail d’actrice, le succès sera au rendez-vous.

Je vous souhaite de pouvoir continuer longtemps,

Hardric.

PS: Mes excuses si le vouvoiement plutôt que le tutoiement peuvent sembler froid et distant, mais je considère la première option comme plus polie pour parler à quelqu’un qui après tout ne me connait pas du tout. Ca, et le fait que le vouvoiement tend à être mon approche par défaut.

PPS: Sylvia pourrait, ou ne pourrait pas, avoir besoin de distinguer la différence entre ‘second’ et ‘deuxième’ si elle regarde ma lettre, assumant qu’elle est arrivée comme toutes les autres, et lue, que vous ne soyez pas surprise. Je vais espérer que tout le monde a en effet reçu quelque chose.

“Oh, thank you! And… oh, you included a translation in English, too? Let’s see…”

To Rose, from Hardric:

Greetings.

It seemed polite to me to write in French for someone born in this country, and I hope this is appreciated.

Congratulations for the success of this date in Imaginary Paris. I wish you to be able to go there with Nick (and the others) for real some day. Or to try your luck in another French city, it’s not like the country could be summed up to Paris as a touristic spot.

I also wish you to keep going along with everyone and each other on the island. And… Even if it is uncomfortable to think over a bit about what happened with Mary. There is no shame about not being perfect, it just means there is something left to keep hoping to achieve, and there is nothing wrong with that. Granted these are only the brayings of one Internet Monkey only you can choose to listen to. But I think it might be a good idea to do so. Whoever the ‘Queen’ of this harem is, I imagine she will not have the title without the consent of all the other women involved..

So please, think twice about what you say. I have no desire to see you leave the stage this way, especially after this week, or what you did for Mary last week.

And that when you resume your acting career, success will be there.

Keep going,

Hardric.

PS: My apologies if use of ‘vouvoiement’ rather than ‘tutoiement’ can seem cold and distant, but I consider the first option as more polite to speak to someone I have never met at all. That, and the fact ‘vouvoiement’ tends to be my first approach by default.

PPS: Sylvia might, or might not, need to know the difference between ‘second’ and ‘deuxième’ if she reads my letter, assuming that she arrived like the others, and was read, so you aren’t surprised.I will hope everyone indeed received something.

“I see… I appreciate what you have to say, Hardric. And you’re right, I suppose,” Rose admitted with a sigh. “The date was lovely… but perhaps, I’ve been a little too forceful and heavy-handed with my affections for Nick. With that being said… if it’s a competition for his heart, then I’m certain to win! As much as I like Mary… as great as Mary is… I refuse to back down from my heart’s desire!”

That was Rose at her fullest.

She grabbed another letter. This one was a lot shorter, and it was in English.

_Rose is by far the best character. The perfect combination of sweet romantic and sexy. Question for her: with the love of Nick and your fellow harem members are you confident you will succeed in Hollywood in future or do you even want to at this point ? _#rosegarden #rosefans4life

“Aww…” Touched, Rose placed her hand over her heart and blushed. “Sweet? Romantic? Sexy? Well, I’d say you’re the sweet one here!” She cooed. “And yes, I’m absolutely confident I will succeed! As long as Nick’s by my side… I know I’m going to have a happy ending!”

She took another letter.

Dear Rose,

Bonjour! I'm so grateful for the opportunity to send you this letter. What can I possibly say to the woman who has it all? Great smile, great hair, and a great guy? I'll just say this: I admire you so much. Not just because you're a dynamite actress who gives it her all when everyone else phones it in. Not just because you have a kind heart that shines as beautifully as your hair or your smile. Not just because you have a great personality and sense of humor, even if the others don't appreciate your jokes at times. Because you don't ever give up, you fight for what you want, perfectly straight and whitened tooth and flawlessly manicured nail, and in the middle of it all you retain your kindness. I admire that so much. That attitude of never giving up, never surrendering, even when things look bleak, even when times are tough, even when the whole world stands against you you find a way forward, and you do it all looking good and being good. Being simply kind. People don't seem to give you that credit, and I just want you to know that, for me, you are the kindest person on this show and you are the hardest fighter on this show and you deserve to win, to have everything you could ever want because I know, I KNOW, that you will treat everyone the same as you always treat them. With kindness, and plenty of snark! You're amazing.

Sincerely,

(Not so) Silent Watcher

“You’re all so nice! I can’t believe it! All this encouragement and support… I’ve never felt like this before! People watched those garbage movies I made, but I’ve never been given such kindness… it really means the world to me. Thank you so much. I’m glad you think I’m kind. Honestly… I’ve never thought of myself that way. And with so many people always saying otherwise… I just… wow. But you’re right. I’m trying my best to support the people around me. We all deserve to be happy, after all, don’t we? Not just Nick and I, but everyone. It might seem really cheap to say, but I wish we could all win… as long as I win more, of course. That part’s important! I’m sure Nick will understand I’m the one who’s always prioritizing his happiness!”

With that properly expressed, all the positive support carried her forward, and she kept opening letters.

The next letter touched her even more.

Rose- Just kidding with the coal, you deserve better. Just try not to lose your head.

She turned over the red rose included in the envelope, and smiled.

“Thank you for this. And don’t worry! I’m not going to lose my head!” She winked at the camera. “Thank you for the rose.” She took a deep breath, and exhaled. “Roses are customary for a star actress, after all!”

Dear Rose,

If I was giving out awards for this season you would be the clear winner of the Most Improved category. From your early days as a obviously virgin wannabee seductress to the current love smitten tease you have become. Your Paris date with Nick was so sweet. Easily one of my favorite dates of the season so far. Although you need to learn to have more fun with Method Acting. Using it strategically is great and all but don't forget you can sometimes just copy a transformation for the fun of it. Think of how much Nick might enjoy it if you show up to your next date lactating. Just a suggestion.

Break a leg,

Sally

“L-lactating?!” Rose stammered, turning red. “That’s a little… well, I’m not sure about that. But I’m glad to hear you liked my date, Sally! And you’re right, maybe I could use my transformation a little more loosely. I was already planning on letting Sylvia copy it, because I think it would be the most helpful transformation for her to have… it’s been very helpful for me, after all! But maybe I could have some more fun with it. Thank you for your good advice! And your support!” Rose chirped.

For Rose,

I'm your oldest defender among the Audience, and you need to be careful. Two factors unusual in Nick's season mean that you need to be nicer and gentler to others. First, the audience that cares about the show is gentler. Several hosts have cultivated a cutthroat audience, eager to see contestants turn on each other. Sylvia became a favorite of the "moderates", who enjoy the twists of the show but without the **** lengths other seasons can push into. Sylvia may be one of you (the saddest one of you) but her audience is still around, and they like you best when you are at your most supportive and least competitive.

Second, this season is based on protecting girls with the best friends. You're my favorite, please stop making crude enough comments that the others will stop choosing to spend time with you, as I'm worried any elimination would leave you like your doorknob of an assistant in the cooking challenge

Rose blanched. The start of the letter had been profound and touching, letting her know that she had defenders and advocates. But the rest of the letter had put a bit of worry into her heart. “Um… look, I see what you mean,” she said, squirming a little. “I’ll tone it down in the future. I know that everyone still likes me, but you’re right, I might drive them away if I’m too overbearing. I’ll try to work on that in the future, alright?”

Apparently, she’d read the ones filled with gushing praise first, but now was getting the more worrying ones with harsher criticism.

She needed to be more discerning, then!

Rose

I remember when you first showed up, and it seemed like you were a mean, manipulative, money-grubber willing to consign other women to terrible fates just so you and your brother could pursue acting without the inconvenience of having to work real jobs. I’m really happy to know that under all that, you’re actually a somewhat nice, manipulative money-grubber! Keep up the good work, and don’t worry about that weird fan theory about Nick’s Dad having met and knocked up your Mom on one of his travels through Europe. I know the timeline fits and he was a semi-famous musician who might have had cause to meet an actress like your Mom and that’s why he kept all her old movies and watched them with Nick when he was feeling nostalgic, but I’m sure your first time wasn’t with your half-brother. Anyways rooting for your happiness! <3 Vee

You know, most other seasons of this show would have brought your brother on as an auditionee and turned him into a girl. You’re quite lucky, Rosemary. Sincerely, Dee

Rose read over the note. Then she read it again. She read it three more times. “This, uh… this isn’t real, right? I’m not Nick’s half-sister, right!?”

No response.

“Someone answer me! I know you can hear me out there!” Rose exclaimed. She felt like she was going to be sick. She imagined having sex with her brother, and it made her want to die of humiliation and disgust.

In order to take her mind off things, she grabbed another letter. Hopefully, she could get back to the positive vibes of the beginning.

Kim

“Look, Kim, you know how it goes with this stuff, right? We’re just doing our jobs!” Nola hastily emptied the letters on the floor. She wasn’t even focusing on going into a long monologue, which was surprising for Kim.

“Nola, are you okay?”

“No, I’ve been working my butt off!” Nola wailed. “Just read ‘em okay?!”

Kim sighed as the leprechaun popped away, and picked up a letter. She was already feeling the compulsion to read through all of them, thanks to her transformation.

Fan Mail; Intended for Kim

Kim, I'm aware you haven't got as much screen time this week (especially with Nick) but i believe in you. You need to carry on so you can have your big moment (or moment's) with Nick, you have a fan in me. your fan Mr. Green

“I know, it’s because of the job,” Kim sighed. This wasn’t much of a fan letter, but she appreciated the encouragement. “Don’t worry! I’m going to do my best to spend more time with him! I need to show off all my good sides, and all my new interests! That way, I can capture his heart!” She winked at the camera with a smile.

Kim

It’s always a delight to see a contestant discover a fetish independent of their predetermined paths! Loving the confidence, playfulness, and daring you’ve put on display (heh). You could nearly be at 100VP if you’d get a little freakier! <3 Vee

You’ve certainly been showing some flashes of potential, but if you get another night with your Master, maybe don’t spend it on conversations about tax laws and work shifts and *falls asleep* zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Sincerely, Dee

“Oh, two people this time?” Kim was surprised by that. “Thank you both! Or, well, thank YOU anyway, Vee. I don’t know about getting ‘freakier’ but I’m definitely a lot more confident and playful and daring and- a fetish!? No, I don’t have a fetish, I just… I don’t even know what you’re talking about! And as for you, Dee, I’m doing the best I can! So back off!”

Flustered, Kim grabbed another letter.

Kim- You've been dealt a bad hand with little to work from to the point you've had to seek out transformations of your own when all the one **** on you did was make you more you. But the good in that is you still are very you and probably have the least to worry from an exit transformation, so don't let the thought of Dakota getting payback fret you too much. Your loyalty to friends does you great credit even if you are a bit boring.

Kim’s eye twitched. “Hey! I thought these were supposed to be fan letters! What’s with all the digs at me, huh?! Boring? What, do all my fans think I’m boring?! I’m trying the best I can! I’m just not as wild as some of the other girls, okay!? Didn’t you see me last night!? I had freaking wings! What’s boring about that!?”

Her embarrassment had turned into frustration and anger. Scowling, she grabbed another letter, hoping this one would be a little more supportive.

Dear Kim,

As a fan who believed in your potential from the beginning I'm very pleased to see you finding yourself in the harem. Self-improvement often goes over well with the fans so keep it up. I'm enjoying seeing your budding exhibitionist side grow and the world can never have too many tomboys. I'm especially glad to see you learning how to relax. Take it from an expert like myself that proper relaxation is very important. And do please consider having sex with Nick soon. I think you'll enjoy it.

Believing in you,

Sally

She sighed in relief. “Thank you, Sally, for having some positive things to say! The last couple letters were really rude. Mr. Green’s was nice though. And yeah, I’m working hard to find a place for myself in the harem, I’m glad I’m living up to your expectations. As for learning how to relax, well… one step at a time, right?” She laughed. “…And that other thing, um… look, I’m not an exhibitionist. I don’t know if I’m really a tomboy yet or not, but I’m not an exhibitionist! Why do people keep calling me that?!”

Still. It was positive. That was good enough for her!

To Kim, from Hardric:

Greetings,

Hope you manage to get time for yourself that is not getting hit by more surprises soon. Gygax knows, you deserve it, and have been for a long, long while by now, even before the island.

Country I was in had it so I only ended up having one job alongside studies for last year, and… Yikes, I apologise if you didn’t want to hear it, but all the hats off for how you had to go through all of this.

And now the island… Please keep it up, even if finding ways to take breaks are… difficult. I want to see you get to the main stage more often, same as all of the others. Still, they are nice people, I hope you get to put together something to at least help you cope.

And really hope *this time*, your date with Nick will be unburdened of anything, and you get all the way up. And to get all the big guns out you might want out, in the name of a finish you want.

No-fucking-body deserves getting caged in like this. Hope you find a way to get out and F-ing live

Keep going,

Hardric

PS: I do hope you do not get roped into distributing the letters either. Even if it would raise my confidence in everyone getting theirs. Sorry if it did happen though.

“Oh gosh, I didn’t even think of that!” Kim groaned. “You’re right. I totally could have been dragged into helping with the letters!”

Her heart went out to Nola. She sighed. “Okay, yeah, thanks for your letter. I appreciate that someone else here can appreciate all the bullcrap I’ve had to put up with! Working long hours!? I’m at a beach resort and should be relaxing! And don’t worry. While I’m not sure what my next night with Nick will entail, I’ll definitely try my best! Don’t worry!” She flashed a smile at the camera. “Your support is always helpful!”

Kim

Damn Kim, you’ve changed, and for the better. I’m glad to see you developing so well and on your own accord too. (I know, I know a joke about how you can’t afford a car is coming up.) I love that you’re improving yourself and that you get to feel somewhat of a leisure life now, compared to before. I still feel a little bad about voting for the lingerie shop transformation, and would have really liked you to be able to have more free time. For this, I apologize.

I’m a big fan of your dark humor, but just like food not everybody gets it. Still, know that I appreciate it.

With all this freedom, have you been thinking grander? Has possibility allowed you to think about what you want beyond the immediate? What is your biggest dream right now? And what would you like to achieve when not shackled to the altar of capitalism?

Future Addict

Kim blinked. That letter was supportive and positive like the previous few, but it also made her think some difficult thoughts. “Wow, I mean… I guess… apology accepted, let’s just get that out of the way, but all this stuff you’re talking about, about my future… I mean, I never really thought about it that seriously. I wanted to go into economics so I could support my mom, but… I guess… besides that, I mean…”

Kim flopped back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling as she mulled things over. What DID she want? Before coming here, she wasn’t even sure if she’d wanted Nick, and now…

“…Okay. You want to know what I really want?” She said, sitting up and scowling. “What I want is to give that piece of shit sperm donor of mine a piece of my mind! That guy abandoned my mom and the rest of us and fucked off to who knows where without even a letter! Do you have any idea what that’s like? So… I know if doesn’t quite answer your question, but it’s how I feel.”

She sighed and grabbed another letter. She had more than she’d expected, and her transformation wasn’t letting up on her in the slightest.

Morgana

Anxious and concerned, Morgana paced back and forth around the room. What was she doing here? Something about letters? She’d never gotten a letter before. So why…

“Morgana!”

The mouse girl squeaked and jumped a foot in the air. She whirled around, staring at Nola with wide eyes as the leprechaun rushed into the room, gasping for air.

“Look. I could say a bunch of stuff. But I’m running out of time. Here! Read ‘em already!”

She flung a bunch of letters onto the ground and ran, leaving a very confused Morgana standing by herself.

Morgana shook off her shock and knelt down and grabbed one of the letters. Had she actually gotten fan mail?

Morgana

Dear Morgana,

I’ve been enamored with you since you arrived and your dark whiles. I’m happy to see you feeling more confident, even if you don’t see it. You don’t have to be the person you were before, and these new features of yours can be the ideal place to start a new direction, a new life. You’re surrounded by people who support you and care for you. Be the confident woman you’ve always wanted to be. You’ve got the body of a bombshell, the dark seductive voice of siren and the very real possibility of learning magic. You should embrace that everyone is faking it till they’re making it and you’re already three quarters to where you wanted to be, you just need to accept it.

Despite your fear of her, I think Dakota might be a good ally for you, but simultaneously she’d be too dismissive of you.

I’m looking forward to seeing more of you coming out of your shell and enjoying life without being in the shadow of someone else.

Last and most importantly, fuck your cousin. You’re much better than her.

-GimmeGothGirls

“Ah…” Morgana gasped, her eyes widening as she read the kind words written to her. “You… you really think I’m better than Karen? W-wow… that makes me feel so much better! Thank you! And you’re right, there are a lot of people supporting me, especially Dawn… she’s always so kind, I appreciate it so much… I appreciate everybody helping me out!”

Feeling a little more relieved about these letters, she grabbed another one.

Dear Morgana:

You are strong. It is perhaps a strange message to send to a show like this, but I feel is one that is both true and that needs to be said.

You might feel like people do not care about your suffering or that they expect you to overcome them in a single day, but truly, you have already done a lot. You chose to take risks, you chose to open to other ones, you gound friends. For lots of people those simple facts, that being possible, is inspiring.

Your travel have just begun, though, make us all proud

NotTrulyAStranger

Another surge of inspiration. “Um, I, I never thought of myself as being strong,” she admitted. Usually she saw herself as just the opposite, in fact. “I usually don’t take risks, either... thank you a lot, it really means a lot for you to... to SAY that stuff about me.”

She blushed, and reached for the next envelope. She was surprised by how fancy the design of this one was, it was like something from ancient times! She broke the seal, and opened it up.

Esteemed Lady Morgana, High Witch,

I write this letter to you as someone who has deeply enjoyed seeing such a sheltered flower blossom to is deserved beauty. You have already come so far since you joined you motley troupe of new friends in such short time that is miraculous and a testament to your hard work. I know that you may see all sorts of faults in yourself, but I implore you to see just how far you have come in such a strikingly short amount of time. I know at times it is easy to get frustrated at things that remain outside your grasp, but it is important to not be discouraged. Failure is a part of life, one everyone experiences, the best one can do is learn from it and not hide from any future challenge. Despite is many lascivious traps, the game you find yourself in is one primed to help growth like yours and you should use this time to experiment in such a safe environment. The game rewards exploration and discovery more than you might think.

To Your Continued Self Discovery,

His Majesty the Emperor of the Lost City of Aurelior

It was the kind of letter that, once upon a time (a very recent time) Morgana would have written herself.

The kind of letter that would have made her die of cringing shame.

Language aside, though, the words themselves were appreciated. “I’m glad you have such nice things to say... And you’re right, you know, I am growing quite a lot, I think. I’m glad someone else can see it. As for hiding... I’m not trying to hide! I’m trying to grow, and do my bet... but it’s really embarrassing! I promise, though, I’m not going to hide!”

With that addressed, she grabbed another letter, hoping this one wouldn’t make her cringe as much as the last.

To Morgana, From Hardric:

Hello to you.

Happy you are getting stuff you actually want out of this. Hope it keeps going. And about ‘those’ dreams… Don’t sweat them. In the end, it is you who had the strength to confront this issue, and move forward. Was already happening before that, and will keep happening I’m sure. You got this, period. And any of the future ones they’ll rise. As for the ones you give… Try talking it out for ‘orders’ more. That works for fun… And you can likely make them a lot more ‘realistic’ by now (happy it did work out for you on the emotional level too)…

And well, even if the **** you imagined so far is unpalatable… can always try giving domming a shot nonetheless. I mean, this is bloody Nick, you imagine him disagreeing? If it doesn’t work at this small dose, drop it, if it does… Eh, no rule says the Master is in charge in the bedchamber either.

Don’t stop dreaming, it’s the first step towards dying. Just take care of what dreams you want to make true. Everyone should be allowed to keep shooting for the stars.

Keep going,

Hardric.

PS: Take the time to speak with everyone after these letters arrive. Some people will try being nice or weirdos, helps get perspective knowing what everyone else got.

“I-I… wow! Thank you so much!” Morgana exclaimed. “You’re right, um… I don’t know about all the stuff you’re suggesting… it sounds really **** to me… but you ARE right when you said I shouldn’t give up on my dreams. Maybe I was just going too far, thinking like that. But don’t worry! I won’t give up on my dreams, I promise!”

She glanced at the postscript. “…Don’t worry. I promise! I’m going to respond to everyone! I-I won’t run away!”

Last night, her mousey instincts had taken the better of her, and she’d been overwhelmed, and fled. She wasn’t going to run this time, though.

Dear Morgana,

I just want to start this off by congratulating you on the recent loss of your virginity. Especially pleased to hear you accept the role of big titty goth girlfriend officially. Now that you have accepted the role though there are things you can do to better fit the role. For example, the transformation of the same name mentions that nipple piercings are not included. An upgrade to the transformation may rectify this or you could just get some on your own. Just a suggestion that you may want to consider.

Optimistic for your future,

Sally

Morgana turned red. She wished she hadn’t just made that promise to herself to not run away. “Th-thank you, um, Sally, for your congratulations. Losing my virginity, having s-sex for the first time, it was nice, but, I don’t know about getting my nipples pierced… Gina did, and that might look nice to her, but I don’t think… um… I don’t know… thank you anyway, though!”

She took a few deep breaths to calm herself down, and grabbed another letter.

This one came with a black rose, much to her surprise.

Morgana- There is nothing wrong with fantasy so long as you can balance it with reality. Explore your dreams with Nick, he might shock you and it harms neither of you to talk about them. You should also definitely explore your friendship with Sylvia, you could both use a one true friend and I see potential.

“Thank you for the rose, and for your advice. You’re right, um, maybe I can explore some more of my fantasies with Nick… as for Sylvia, I do like her… and like me, she knows what it’s like to be alone… you’re right! Maybe I could try to get even closer to her!” Morgana nodded in resolution. There were still more letters to get to.

Her confidence was actually starting to pick up!

Morgana

For a late addition, I think you’ve really found your place on the show! You’re doing fine, just don’t be afraid to let people know what you want. Dom/sub play is all about consent, and I’m sure there are contestants who wouldn’t mind indulging with you and you’re Master if you wanted to get a little switch on. Heck, Gina probably wouldn’t mind getting punished while pretending to be blonde, goody-two-shoes like Karen, just make sure to provide appropriate after care! You can do it! <3 Vee

Best of luck in the challenge. Maybe you’ll beat Dawn, like no one has before, and even if not, maybe she won’t pick the auditionee, like she has twice already. Nothing to worry about, I’m sure. Sincerely, Dee

…And just like that, it tanked.

“Um, thank you for saying all that stuff, about being submissive and d-dominant… I don’t know enough about that yet, but, um, I’ll experiment, maybe, and about what you were saying before… losing to Dawn… that’s… I think you might be right… I don’t think I can win…”

She looked down, her confidence shot. With a sigh, she grabbed another letter, looking at this one with a much more cynical eye.

Carly

“Okay, so let me get this right, you’re here to deliver some fan mail? I mean, hey, no biggie,” Carly shrugged. “I’ve always handled stuff like this before just fine, interacting with my fans! And I’m used to doing it with few clothes, too,” she giggled.

“Yeah… just… here… take it…” Nola was gasping for breath. “Running everywhere… at once… too much… can’t…”

She slumped over, dumping out a bunch of letters, and staggered off.

Carly took the first letter, and as she opened it, she thought about her sister. Was Marley doing alright? The fact that they were separated was a bit of a bad sign. But she supposed Dakota wouldn’t be too cruel to her… right?

„Dear Carly, you‘re a sunshine all the way. It hasn‘t always been easy but seeing you smile brings a smile to my face as well. Your good mood is definitivey infectious and I‘m glad that you finally got someone to talk about all the bad things that happened. Nonetheless I‘m supper happy that you finally found love with Dani and I wish all the bests for your relationship. While it‘s not a classic relationship I can see that you certainly enjoy it and I hope that you two can go a long way. #TeamGamerGirls“

Carly brightened. This wasn’t like the vague encouragements she’d received on her photo sets, this was genuine and straight from the heart. “Aww! Thank you so much! I’m glad to hear I’m bringing a smile to your face! As for my relationship with Dani… well, I just want to let you know that I’m trying my best to make it work! So you don’t have to worry about us, okay?” She winked at where she imagined the camera was and smiled, just like the letter-writer requested.

“Okay, who’s next?” She rubbed her hands together eagerly and grabbed another letter. This one had a wax seal, which was surprising.

Esteemed Lady Carly,

My many congratulations to your recent awakening to your new love, Lady Dani. Your desire for each other has been evident to many for quite some time and its good to see progress and growth. I hope this time is full of beautiful self discovery for you. I write this to you as someone who has been embroiled in many a debate regarding yourself and Lady Dani. I have witness your slide down the popularity rankings and feel I must impart some of the debate you have not been privy to. Many have seen you transform from a open fun loving girl who seemed very open to the concept of the game, to a girl who went through tragic loss, and finally to a girl who has thrown all of her other paths away for a romance. While many welcome your romance, others fear it will isolate you. Turn you, someone who has great promise, into an isolated prize for someone else. The game is far from over, and you must start to decide what you want your position to be once the curtain falls. I implore you to discover for yourself what you want most and not be defined by others.

To Emergent Love

His Majesty the Emperor of the Lost City of Aurelior

PS: You had a transformation a round or two ago that might seem much more valuable than it did at the offset, to be able to gain lustful desires for Lady Dani. The game rewards those that unabashedly chase their desires, just like Lady Gina regaining that Rebellious style she so loves. Should you make your intentions known, even just to the Host, very likely a path will soon appear for you.

Carly was about to thank the writer of the letter, but once she saw what was written on the postscript she stopped herself. It gave her some very complex emotions. “Um... look, I’m not sure if I’m okay with that. While I appreciate what you’re saying, I’m not interested in women. While I like the idea of changing myself to be attracted to Dani... I don’t know if that’s the right thing to do.”

It seemed so unusual. So problematic. And what would Dani think?

It made her shiver. She tried to shake that out by grabbing another letter, this one looking a bit more modern.

Dear Carly,

Harem Hotel has had many sexy contestants over the years but few wear it as well as you do. You have been in my top 3 of this season from beginning to end (except for a brief window after you made Mimi cry but it's all good now) and still going strong. A fun outgoing personality, huge boobs, enjoying your transformations instead of whining all the time, huge boobs, loves sex, and huge boobs. Honestly I think the only complaint I could possibly throw your way is your lack of romance with the master but you still get along well with him and love having sex with him so I'm forgiving that fault. Also please keep being kind to Sylvia. Without her you wouldn't have your lovely sister.

Rooting for you,

Sally

Carly blinked. She recognized that name. Where had- Oh! “Ah! Sally! I remember you! You were the girl dressed as Junko Enoshima at Nick and Mary’s wedding! Oh, gosh! Wow, I didn’t think even you would write to me, um, okay, thanks for all the talk about my boobs, and all this other praise... Look, I told you guys, I tried with Nick, okay? But it just did NOT work. ...And yeah. I know Sylvia’s important. Of course I’ll keep being nice to her, no need to worry!”

With a smile for Sally, Carly picked up the next letter and opened it.

Carly

You’ve been through a lot, and still have it in you to share yourself with the world, share your screen time with your sister, bridge the gap to relevancy for your girlfriend, and maybe save your sister’s other mom who’s also your Master’s daughter. Major props for being able to carry so many loads, and here I thought those banging knockers would be the biggest strain on your back. Rooting for your happiness! <3 Vee

Every team needs a utility player to fill the gaps, I suppose. Hopefully, your lack of commitment to the Master doesn’t get you benched. Sincerely, Dee

Carly’s only answer was a sheepish laugh. “Well, I know my relationship with Dani hasn’t gone over great with the audience. But I don’t care about that. I don’t care about bearing the weight, either. I’m going to look out for Dani first and foremost, but if there’s the option, I don’t have a problem with saving Sylvia. I know how much she means to my sister, so she means a lot to me, too. Without her, I wouldn’t even have Marley in my life!”

With that in mind, she grabbed the next letter, and opened it to see a lavender rose included in the envelope, much to her surprise. “A rose, huh?” She laughed. “You sure this one isn’t meant for Marley? She’s the one who likes flowers! Though, did she even get any fan mail at all, I wonder…?”

Carly- An open relationship can be very hard. You will need open honest communication and a balanced relationship. That said you are off to a great start. Please do try to use your obvious favoritism from Dakota to try and Shield Dani from more torment and pain if you can. Do please try to not just run from problems in the future, you have someone depending on you now. Two someones really. That said we are rooting for you and your relationship.

“Yeah, you’re right about that,” Carly nodded in agreement. “Open, honest communication. And I haven’t been the best at that before, but believe me, I’m making an effort to try. I appreciate your concerns, but don’t worry- I know I can handle it! And I’ll take care of Dani no matter what!”

She was getting a lot of mail about her relationship with Dani. And while she appreciated that the audience was so supportive, she hoped that she could get letters about other stuff, too.

Dear Carly:

You are no stranger to online culture, so I know this fact will nor surprise you: you have fans.

Yet, it might surprise you why those fans are there. Some, might, as you must know, admire your body. Some you attitude towards physical intercourse. Some who like thay you are game for most stuff. And there are some that admire how loyal you are.

That last quality is perhaps undervalued, but the way you chose to stand up for Dani and for Mimi before that shows who you truly are. You are person who chooses their people and lives and die for them (even if it means being overshadow by them sometines) and those are the kind of people we too few of.

It is something to admire and to wish to emulate. I know you will fight to end because is the only way to protect those that matter to you and so, I can only say they are fortunate to have you.

Good luck, you deserve it

NotTrulyAStranger

There it was, finally, someone who focused more on who she was, not who she was dating. That was enough to bring a smile to her face.

“Wow, you’re so kind, saying that,” Carly murmured, placing her hand over her heart. An easy gesture to make, given her lack of clothing to cover her chest. “I’m a little surprised myself, honestly. I never thought... well, I always just took it easy, you know? Creating content based on what I liked, and people liked following me for it. I guess, after losing Emmy... I didn’t have anything really worth standing up for after that. But now I do. I have Marley... and Dani... and I have all my friends.”

Her smile widened. “And I would do anything for them!” She asserted proudly, glad to show off just how much she cared about the people in her life.

With that in mind, she reached for her next letter.

To Carly, from Hardric:

Hello to you.

I would say congrats are in order after what happened this week. I mean, there will likely be kinks to work out, but you definitely scored big here.

And not in a ‘friendly’ situation mind you, what with the whole ‘sexual and romantic affinities mismatching’ problem.

Hope you manage to keep this working and moving on, especially in an environment like this one. Mind you, I'm not thinking of Nick as the main obstacle here. But I doubt anyone here really thought so.

But on other topics, your sister Marley. You… ‘helped’ her with that last round, but you might want to see about doing so again. Someone clearly needs the help, and if she won’t take it from you, well, you got friends, and now an option to not talk to them at the same time as your sister. Use it, see about helping her advance things with Nick, and admitting she wants this. She needs that.

And this one goes without saying, but treasure her love. Family is important, when it is functional, and I’d say you are to each other. Or at least, as much as this show will allow.

Keep going,

Hardric.

PS: Hope everyone enjoys their letters. And Marley does not get an overbearing mom reading hers. Wonder where she could have gotten the habit if it happens though.

Carly sighed. “Finally, someone else gets it! Marley… look, she’s great and everything, but she’s too afraid of going after what she wants. And you know why, right? It’s because, in a way, she had her shot, and she flubbed it. So now she’s afraid of trying again, even if she’s a little different than she was before. She’s got this date coming up, whatever that’s about, but I don’t know if it’s going to make a difference… I hope it will. I hope she goes after what she wants. We’ll just have to see…”

As Carly reached for another letter, she thought about her sister, and hoped Marley was doing okay.

Marley

Marley looked around suspiciously. She didn’t fully understand what was going on, but she knew one thing. Carly was nowhere to be seen, and she hadn’t collapsed into slime. So either she was somewhere within the ten-foot limit and she just couldn’t see her due to the tight walls, or the transformations had been suppressed.

Either way, it didn’t help with her current situation.

“Ha… what… a stupid… THING!” Nola groaned, leaning on the wall and gasping for air. “Why do you have to be in… hah… your own room!? Couldn’t you… hah… hah… be with your sister? You were eliminated… and you still… igh… get mail…”

She dumped the letters on the floor. Marley was astounded by how many there were. Maybe what Dakota had said before about having massive fan support wasn’t just another tactic to goad the others.

“…What am I supposed to do?” She asked Nola, but the leprechaun was already gone. Without an answer, Marley shrugged, and picked up a letter to read.

Fan Mail; Intended for Marley

Marley, don't let your sister outshine you. Be proactive, go get what you want (and we both know who that special guy is). That is all, your fan Mr. Green.

“Um… look, I get it, okay? This is about Nick, right?” Marley blushed. “Sure, I like him, but come on, going after him on my own, when I’ve already been eliminated? There’s no way! I’m happy just supporting Carly whenever she’s with him. That’s enough for me.”

Even as she said that, though, the pounding ache in her heart reminded her that it wasn’t true.

Marley

I’m happy you have your mom again, and I’m happy you’ve found your place. As someone meant to mimic, you’ve really come into your own. I really hope you can be free of your sister in the future, because you clearly need some space for yourself. You’ve been stuck in the same place for too long and you need to spread your wings. It’s unfair that you only barely got that chance.

I genuinely enjoy seeing you interact with others and you’re an amazing part of every conversation. Don’t feel like you have to hold back too much, you’ve got great intuition.

Slime Friend

Another sigh escaped Marley’s lips, though this one was punctuated with a smile. “That’s nice to say… and you’re right, I know I barely got a chance, but it’s how things work, right? I’m happy enough with the fact that I get to be myself, that I get to be around others, and be happy. That’s how I feel. We all have so much fun together, and those brief moments I get with Nick, that’s enough. I don’t know if it’s fair, to wish for more.”

But she did wish for more. Even if she tried to deny it.

Marley- We rooted for you when you were still Mimi and love you still as Marley. Please take a page from your sister's book and let Nick know your feelings. Just because you are no longer in his harem officially does no mean you cannot be in his heart. Also use the opportunity you have to be with him on Carla and Dani's date nights. You can be with him while they spend time together, if all within ten feet of each other.

The letter came with a white rose. Marley knew what it symbolized, just like she knew what the letter writer was trying to say.

“I know I’m in Nick’s heart,” she said softly. “He cares about me. But that’s just it. If I asked for anything more… is that really fair to all the other girls? The ones who love him, and are fighting for him? I just don’t think that’s right…”

So many people were telling Marley to act on her feelings that she actually thought maybe she should. But that was crazy! Marley shook her head quickly to assuage those thoughts. Maybe if she got a letter from somebody else, talking about something else, that would help with her feelings.

To Marley, from Hardric:

Hello to you.

Happy for you there'll be from now on more opportunities to do your own thing besides being **** around Carly round the clock.

Not that I think being with her is bad, buuuuut… Three brothers. Might be a different kind of fishes, but I think you get my drift here. Still, you seem to have each other’s back, so I’d say it is good for you too besides this. Keep it in mind. And tease the sibling I guess, divine right and all that jazz. Just make sure to not go for rivalries mechanics. Even involuntarily. Anyone thinking or writing this shit is ‘healthy’ never had a sibling, clearly.

Speaking of family, hope Sylvia keeps doing right by you, or at least trying. Gygax knows, she had… a harsh reference as a starting point. And gets to keep doing so (bluntly told, not trusting your… technically grandmother I guess, sorry, with her fate by now).

Aaaaand, my apologies, but… Think about some sayings about physicians needing to heal themselves. Carly showed you you could go for it, and Holly got these moments there this week, so please go for it. Nick is clearly into you too, and you really think he’s going to say “*No*”? This guy?

You get to enjoy this as much as anyone here, rat-suits’ above opinion be damned. Or the one of… ‘Granny’ Dakota I guess (frak it, you only live once, she gets the snark, can’t cower in a letter).

My apologies for the mental picture.

But nonetheless, you deserve getting your own life out of this as much as anyone else, origins be damned.

Keep going, Hardric.

PS: Should normally go without saying, but I hope Sylvia isn’t trying to filter her daughter’s letters out. She showed more class than this, but the example of the parents is what it is…

Marley was a little confused by the postscript. Did he mean Dakota filtering out Sylvia’s letters? Sylvia didn’t have the control to filter out hers. And while this letter once again asked about her feelings for Nick, there was a lot more there.

“Thank you for asking about my mom,” she said, blushing with joy. “I know she’s difficult, and weird, and she’s a little twisted… but she’s still my mom, you know? I remember everything. I remember how much she loved me, and cared for me. And that’s what I’m going to keep thinking about her. I’m afraid she might get eliminated, but I hope she won’t… aargh, it’s just so difficult! I wish she could be more understanding of others sometimes!”

Marley felt like pulling out her hair. She groaned, and hung her head, sighing. What a mess.

She grabbed another letter.

Dear Marley,

Firstly I would like to apologize. As a dear friend of your mother I want to give my apologies for not properly greeting you. Kendra distracted me with her attitude but that is no excuse for not saying hi to my friend's daughter. Secondly you are obviously in love with Nick and should just confess to him already. I know you were eliminated but you didn't deserve to be just because Dani is a simp and you still deserve a chance at happiness. Nick, while sometimes a dunderhead, is one of those rare masters that seems capable of treating all of the loves in his life well and that could include you.

Cheering you on,

Aunty Sally

“Ah…” Tears welled up in her eyes. “Aunt Sally…”

Marley remembered Sally. She remembered one time, when Sylvia had brought her over to show her off, back when she was still just a sprout. She talked about the gamer girl all the time. Sally had been one of Sylvia’s few friends, and someone she’d needed dearly. While they hadn’t gotten a chance to catch up on things back at the wedding, it had warmed her heart seeing her mom interacting with all her friends.

And getting a letter from her now… that meant the world.

“I know I’m in love with him, Aunt Sally,” she groaned, crumpling the letter in her fingers out of frustration. “I just don’t know what to do with that love…”

Still, the letter meant the world to her. She hugged it to her chest and smiled.

Dani

Dani walked in an antsy pace around the room, chewing on her lip. This was absolutely what she didn’t want. She was locked in a room, and **** to read her “fan” mail? Oh, right, like anybody had nice things to say to her. The voters had made it clear with the last popularity poll just what they thought about her, and it made her sick.

“Can’ttalkgottagobye!” Nola barely popped in for two seconds to dump a stack of letters into the room before disappearing, surprising Dani.

“Well, fuck… might as well get it over with,” she grumbled, grabbing the first letter on the stack.

Hello Dani. I hope you will be willing to read this letter. You have plenty of reasons to hate the audience of Harem Hotel and I am undoubtedly an active part of it, but I'm also a professional illustrator with intimate knowledge of depression and how it can shut down your creative side for years. From what I got to see throughout the season, you are on your way to overcoming the difficulties that have caged you for a very long time. I want to say that I am proud of you and I know that every little step forward is a challenge in itself, but you are capable of it. You have an inner strength that dwarfs your physical strength. Continue to be active and take initiative and you will see that you can climb to a better future, even if it is not exactly what you originally expected it to be. I allowed myself to use the few multi-universal powers I have and managed to find some of your old artwork to examine. You have a real talent and it is completely within your power to be a professional illustrator and artist yourself. You may be a little rusty today, but when you return to painting you will soon discover that you will be able to reach your previous level and later even surpass it. I recommend you take advantage of the hotel's unlimited access to media, to explore more illustration and animation styles. Manga and Anime are great and you already have a good understanding of their visual language, but if you delve into other styles as well, you will find additional tools with which you will be able to express what you want through drawing. I also hope your season host will allow you to receive along with my letter the package I attached to it. it has art supplies for you, including my old Mahl Stick. I am aware that in this age of digital art, such tools are not really used anymore, but I believe that if you give it a try, you will find it surprisingly useful. rise and succeed Dani. Taleslord

“…Huh?” Dani read the letter again, just to make sure she hadn’t missed anything. But what she read didn’t seem to make any sense. “What the heck?”

It wasn’t what she expected. No one mocking her for being a lesbian or telling her to get over herself and sleep with Nick already. It wasn’t even saying how “hot” it was to see her get it on with a girl.

It was someone who was being genuinely caring and helpful… and she didn’t know how to feel about that.

“I… thank you,” she breathed, reading the letter a third time just to make sure she hadn’t missed some line that would reveal it was all a sick joke at her expense. She looked up at the camera, trying not to be overwhelmed by emotion. “Hearing that from you… it really means a lot. My art… I always thought it was a part of me, and after Joan, I just… I gave up on it. It hurt too much. But Carly… Carly, she makes me want to try again. I just… don’t know if I can.”

The letter hadn’t been what she expected. But it was enough to compel her to read another one. This one came with a blue rose.

Dani- Your strength in the face of adversity is an inspiration. Don't give up on yourself or on Carly. While many of the audience may not like you, fuck them. You absolutely do still have supporters who want good things for you. We see the **** and torment you have been put through and are cheering you on in your resistance. But do keep in mind you have the opportunity to lessen your burdens, please look into uprgrading your transformations. The improvements may surprise you. Also while your focus is rightfully on your new relationship don't forget you really need to forge a place with Nick before one is **** on you. Fuck the haters, stay strong, and know you have at least one person wishing you well.

“Wow, I mean… you really feel that way?!” Dani couldn’t believe that anybody actually supported her. And they certainly couldn’t support her relationship with Carly, could they? And yet, all the evidence she was getting suggested just the opposite, and she didn’t know what to make of it. “I-I don’t know about upgrading my transformations, but you’re right. I really do need to figure out where Nick and I stand, especially now that my relationship with him and Carly is so twisted up. But thank you so much for your kind words. I hope you’ll continue cheering me on!”

The bad mood she’d been at the start of this whole mess was quickly turning around. But she suspected that a single negative letter would be enough to change all that.

Dani

FINALLY! It may have taken a long, looooong time, but when you tenderly touched your Master’s hands while you both groped your hot girlfriend as she bounced on his manly dick, it was sooo ROMANTIC! <3 Vee

I guess it makes sense that you were the Horse, since you were the last one to the gates. Sincerely, Dee

Dani cringed. It wasn’t negative in so much as it was maybe the grossest thing she’d ever read. She actually felt sick. “Romantic?!” She spat. “There was nothing romantic about that! I-I mean, it was romantic with Carly, but with Nick!? No, no way! There’s not even the slightest chance, he’s a man!” She exploded.

Furious and frustrated, she grabbed another letter.

Esteemed Lady Dani

I write this to you to hopefully provide some clarity, even if you might not desire it or even despise me for imparting it. On this season you above nobody else have proven the most contentious amongst those who observe the game, surely no shock to yourself. There has been great debate on if the game has been cruel or kind to you. Many point to the fact that you must suffer those dreams you find so uncomfortable, or the shackling of you to your friend Nick as signs of the shows cruelty. Others point to the fact the other girls have suffered much greater changes than yourself who can only stomach the show through the application of several transformations and the other transformations have light effects or an upside like your new figures great strength. There are even calls of bias regarding the perceived double standard regarding your sexuality as Lady Carly had such a change on the table, yet you yourself will never receive one. Your steadfast dedication to remaining as unchanged as possible by the game is an admirable one, but I must warn you that nobody can truly escape the game without winning it. You are likely to be tied to Sir Nick in one way or another for the rest of your life. You are free to spurn any romantic and lustful emotions for him, but you must find a role you are comfortable playing in the harem. Your lack of action when it comes to even choosing a non sexual role for yourself has been concerning. If you do not show the many people that watch the game that you have just an entertaining and emotional path for yourself to walk; then I am afraid they will more and more **** you to walk paths that you would not like. Your actions and choices go farther than you ay imagine, so do not delay because in the most dire of cases your time is not long.

May You Find Your Path,

His Majesty the Emperor of the Lost City of Aurelior

Dani sighed. “Look, I know, Nick and I are tied together. I know I need to find a role in the harem. I’m not interested in anything sexual, not a chance! I’m doing the best I can to overcome my issues, but I’m not quitting. As for winning, though...”

She hung her head. “I know that’s probably not in the cards.” That was the truth. Dani was certain she wasn’t going to win. With a heavy heart, she grabbed another letter.

To Dani, from Hardric:

Greetings.

I am happy you got to finally eke out something that can be considered as a win in this mess of a show. I do hope it keeps going this way for you, and can last *after* this whole thing gets whatever resolution it will have. And that you do make it out, let’s be honest; You and anyone else on this island.

This Internet Monkey only has braying you to tune out at will, but I would say do not sweat too much about your current relationship, for whom i would say congratulations are in order. You all want it to some degree, took steps to address concerns. That’s more healthy than far too many relationships. So don’t let hurdles later undermine this. And well, don’t forget Serenity either (Carly is taking steps regarding her situation with Nick and you, surely she won’t sweat you doing the same on this side, right)?

Give it a chance, everyone should be allowed to get one. Including the second ones, especially when the first ones were so… Yeah.

Keep going,

Hardric.

PS:Good luck with TFs in the future, my trust in new management is limited. let’s see them at least give these letters to everyone to start with.

That letter caught Dani off-guard. “Um… okay, first off, thanks for your well-wishes, Carly and I are doing the best we can. As for Serenity… look, we’re friends, alright? I don’t think it’s anything more than that. I don’t think Carly would care that much if I had something physical going on with her, but I don’t really think I want that. What I do know, though, is that Serenity is a very important person to me. But so is Nick. And Carly is my whole world right now. So while appreciate your thoughts, I don’t think if I’ll go that direction. Sorry.”

Why was she apologizing for not sleeping with a lesbian siren, again? Confused, she shook her head, and grabbed another letter.

„Dear Dani, I‘ve been rooting for you since the very beginning of the show. I don‘t know what it is, but something about you really intrigues me and has got me rooting for you. I know there aren‘t many Dani fans out there, but believe me you certainly got some fans at least. I know the show is trying to change you, but stay strong and stay true to yourself. I am also really glad that you and Carly finally got together. I‘ve been rooting for the two of you to come together for quite a while and am really happy that you found yourselves. Perhaps when all wounds are healed I‘d love to see you drawing one day, maybe Carly can give you some new inspiration. Go on and stay proud, you‘ve got nothing to be ashamed of. #JusticeForDani #TeamGamerGirls“

That one brought the smile back to her face for good. “So we had people rooting for us for this long, huh?” She said, shaking her head. “Thank you, that means a lot. And yeah, I know I don’t have a lot of fans, but I promise, I’m still trying my best to get a happy ending. I won’t let the show change me if I can help it, I’ll keep going, and keep being true to myself! So you just watch me, alright?” Saying that brought a smile to her face, and she held her head up high, going for the next letter.

Dear Dani,

I appreciate you for sticking to your guns and staying true to yourself. It doesn’t make for entertaining viewing, but you also don’t give a fuck about that, which I appreciate. Without being mean, I hope you get eliminated because you don’t seem like you’re having a good time and resenting every moment you’re there. This would free you from the obligation and let you, hopefully, be happier.

With the knowledge you gained here, what would you do?

Well, so much for positivity. “Thanks for appreciating that,” she sighed. “As for getting eliminated? Uh, no thanks. No exit transformations for me. I doubt they would ‘free’ me from my obligation as you say.”

Dani shook her head. She couldn’t believe someone would actually want her to eliminate herself! No way that was the case for anybody else, right? If she got one more letter like that, she might snap!

Hopefully the next one was better.

Dear Dani,

A tomboy that hasn't had their strength stolen from them. A lesbian in a male master's harem that has gone this long without doing anything with him. Despite your hardships you have managed many rare situations in the history of this show. And honestly I like you. Really I do. I think we could have a lot of fun playing games together. But I'm sorry to say that I am hoping for your elimination. I believe your slot in the harem should go to someone that wants to be together with Nick. Also it could be a kindness for you. One light elimination transformation compared to who knows how many more regular ones could be the way to go for you. Regardless if you do get eliminated I hope it isn't an awful one.

Hoping for the best,

Sally

P.S. Your wrong about Fruits Basket. The right couple won

“Okay, what the actual fuck!?” She screamed. “Who would say something like that to someone in a letter? That’s gotta be the cruelest, most horrible thing you could ever say to a person!”

She was so enraged, she needed to take a moment to breathe.

“…Thinking Tohru and Kyo belonged together, you’re fucking demented!”

Holly

“I don’t get it!” Holly looked around, confused. “Is this abandonment play? What the heck? Why?! I mean, if it is, I’m cool with that, but still!”

“It’s… it’s not…” Nola looked like **** warmed over as she limped into the room. Holly was her last stop before going back to Dakota. “Why… why do you get letters… you’re fucking… eliminated… whatever! Here!”

Burnt out and ready to call it a night, Nola left Holly alone with her letters, which Holly picked up, surprised she was getting anything at all.

Holly:

When you started this season, you were considered the most antagonistic of all the girls, you had a hard hand to play and you did your best. You were eliminated, sadly. But even then you searched for ways to make the ones you cared about (Nick, Mary and the rest) happy. That is more than your transformation, that is you, and that is something that deserves admiration.

You are the one that chooses to fight as long as necesario for the things that matter to you. Keep fighting, you deserve happiness.

NotTrulyAStranger

Holly smiled. That was nice to hear. Ever since her elimination, she hadn’t expected much of anything. But to get a letter like that… “Thank you, this really means a lot,” she said, raising her head and looking at the spot where she expected a camera would be. “I know I could have handled things better at the start… that’s probably why I got eliminated first. But don’t worry. I’m incredibly happy right now, and I’m going to keep fighting for my happiness!”

She wondered what the other letters would contain. There weren’t very many of them, which she expected. After all, she was an eliminated contestant.

Holly

You’ve been one of my favorites for a while now and I’ve always lamented you not staying in the season longer. I would have simply loved seeing you blossom into your desires, whether cucquean or otherwise and I wonder what transformations would have helped you develop. Do you sometimes think about it too? About what could have been as a contestant and having transformations that would mae others better for your master to fuck? If so, why don’t you nudge Mary a little?

Holly sighed. That was something she expected. “Well, of course I think about it,” she nodded. “After all, I mean, who wouldn’t think about what their life could have been like with the man they loved? I’ve talked about this with Mary a lot, about what I would have done differently in the past, how things could be different… but it would have been before I came to this place. I mean back then… back in college… if I could go back and change everything, I would. But I can’t. And the way I am now… that’s happiness more than enough.”

Even as she said that, she couldn’t ignore the wondering in her heart.

To Holly, from Hardric:

Hello to you.

Guess it will be a short one, but I still wanted to write it.

Happy for you that you are getting to get more involved this week. Just because you got eliminated, or of what you might prefer, you should get to have attention towards you too, and this being an okay thing.

So yeah, don’t let yourself be put in the cage or out of things systematically, try asking for yourself too. I mean, you really think Nick is going to say ‘Nope, Never’? That Nick? Why should there be exceptions to this while ‘this night, she is a princess’ thing?

Yes, I guess even after all of this show, there would be awkward stuff left to solve here… But if anything, it is only *more* fodder to try and do this.

And I am sure the other girls won’t mind either.

Keep going,

Hardric.

PS: Oh, speaking of the other girls… Can’t believe I’m saying this, but you might try to remind them you exist *at night too*. Dunno if you enjoyed this more for this or not, but with the action going on, you getting edged until this week for one release… I guess this is part of getting more attention for you too.

PPS: Speaking of ‘edging’, I hope everyone got their letters. That kind of ‘edging’, especially in this show? …Not even as a cheap drama ploy from the host to make people feel ‘unwanted’.

“Great, just what I figured.” Holly rolled her eyes. “Look, I know, if I asked Nick, then he would probably say yes, but you don’t get it! It’s better for everyone if he has sex with someone better! Someone he likes more, someone who turns him on more, someone who’s not… me. I’m perfectly content just sitting off on the sidelines, watching him be given the love he deserves… love that’s not meant for me, after what I did…”

Dear Holly,

NICK LOVES YOU. ACCEPT IT. HAVE SEX WITH HIM. LOTS OF SEX.

Yelling in frustration,

Sally

“Urk!” Holly turned bright red. “Look, s-stop putting the idea of Nick having sex with me into my head! It’s not happening! This is his night with Sylvia! I’ll watch, but just asking for sex… no way!”

She shook her head.

“…No way…”

Dakota

Dakota reappeared in her room, and poured herself a glass of wine. This round had stretched for an eternity, and she really needed something to drink to take the edge off.

“Are you done?” She asked, looking up at an out of breath Nola.

“Y-yes… mistress…” Nola panted, nearly collapsing on the ground since Dakota wouldn’t let her sit. “Just the letters for Sylvia left…”

“I see. Burn those. There’s no sense in giving letters to that thing.”

Nola winced. “A-are you sure?”

Dakota glanced sharply at her. “Are you questioning me?”

“N-no, mistress!” Nola hopped to her feet. She shook her head quickly. “Um, but before I do… what about the letters to you, mistress?”

Dakota blinked, taken aback. “Letters… to me?”

“Yeah, you got a bunch!” Nola dumped a bunch of letters out on the floor, like she’d done for the other girls. It was only then that she realized what she’d just done. “W-wait! I’m so sorry, mistress, I’ll clean these up right away!”

“…No, don’t bother,” Dakota said, picking up a letter and leaning back in her seat, cracking it open.

Dear Dakota,

Fuck You

Sincerely Sally

Dakota scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Who…? Oh. That brat, the one with the video game season. Sylvia’s little ‘friend’. What a joke.”

She crumpled up the letter and tossed it away, before grabbing another one.

Fan Mail; for Dakota

Hey Dakota, I'm still a huge fan of you despite the circumstance you find yourself. Your position as the host is all the more reason you need to try to keep your head and remember the people who care about you, listen to Nick from time to time (i mean LISTEN) . Nick's a person you still trust more then anybody (even if you can't see that) . Give listening a shot sometimes, your fan Mr. Green.

Dakota scowled. “…Care about me… you can’t be serious. I know I can trust Nick. But that doesn’t mean he can trust himself. He’s too gentle, too kind… he doesn’t know what he’s doing. That’s why I have to be the one to make him happy this time…”

She crumpled up that letter, too.

Dakota,

Sister, oh Gods do I feel like I can empathize with you. As you may or may not be aware, I, too, have suffered lately from a severe deficit of competent help. I must confess that I experienced a rather un-hostlike bout of jealousy at the ease with which you... handled your little issue. Genius! Inspired! You're an inspiration to me. You've opened my eyes to a whole new possibility of employee performance improvement initiatives. So impressive!

Your biggest fangirl,

Sage

XOXO ????

P.S. if you have any spare transformations or last year's merch cluttering up your shelf space, I'd be more than happy to take them off your hands. Not like charity. Just, you know, if you don't want them anymore. No big deal. But call me if you want me to come pick them up.

P.P.S. I LOVE what you've done with your hair! And EVERYONE knows that canes are SO HOT right now ????????????. You go, girl! I'll talk to you soon! K bye!

Dakota smirked. “Ah, I do love a good sycophant. Sage… oh, she’s the one with the legal branch? As someone who’s dabbled in the field of law a bit myself in that little fledgling Nezoko’s branch, I have to say, it’s quite an amusing idea… thank you for granting me the proper respect. I’d be happy to draw up a list of some of the less… appreciated transformations I’ve come up with. As for those of my predecessor… help yourself. I have no use for that refuse.”

Ego properly inflated, Dakota opened the next letter.

Dear Dakota,

I will have you as an auditonee. That ie my decision.

Signed the producer.

She rolled her eyes. “Good luck with that, I have enough on my plate already,” she snorted. Even if that letter WAS from a producer, she had no intention of letting it influence her actions. She grabbed another.

to Dakota from Shar- You can try to mask the pain with petty bitterness all you want but it's going to come to the surface eventually. I know you are trying to shield them as best you can but do try not to do so in a way that makes them hate you. Happiness is possible, endings can be sweet, no one is so far lost in the darkness they cannot find their way back into the light. Most importantly, you are not your mother. Do not let her continue to rule your life. P.S. The Dragon looks great on you.

Dakota ground her teeth together. “You think you’re so special, Shar? You with your little goth girls? As if that matters one BIT! You want petty bitterness!? You haven’t even SEEN what I can do, you bitch!”

“D-Dakota…” Nola stammered.

“You! Shut your mouth!” Dakota spat, sending a golden glare her way. “I won’t have this… fucking bitch tell me to check my attitude!”

She ripped the letter to tiny pieces, and then the pieces burst into flames.

Furious, Dakota grabbed another letter from the pile.

Dear Lady Dakota,

You are amazing, but of course you already knew that! It's a raw deal having to craft loving relationships for the man you love so so much. I wouldn't wish such a state of affairs on anyone, and the fact that you have such a high level of respect for the show and the responsibilities therein is nothing short of admirable. You're doing a fantastic job and your efforts deserve recognition! It's okay to be a little selfish though. Most others think you're already being selfish, but that's just silly. You're being more selfless than most anyone, setting aside your own feelings in order to make Nick happy, in your own way of course. It's okay to want to share in that happiness yourself though. Also, and this may make you destroy this letter so I apologize beforehand, you don't have to be antagonistic toward Sylvia. You more than anyone understand how the woman who made you can be a miserable blight to your existence. You don't have to repeat that mistake.

With Admiration and Sincerity,

(Never) Silent Watcher

There were a lot of pleasant words on there. Words of kindness and adoration, giving Dakota all the praise she felt she deserved.

She didn’t notice any of them.

“You… what do you think you know?” She spat, ripping up the letter and tossing it aside. “You think how I treat that thing matters? And not only that… bringing up her?! You don’t know anything, so keep your fucking thoughts to yourself!”

This was a mistake. Dakota was done. She didn’t want to read anymore. She was ready to burn up the rest of the letters, when her cane start rumbling.

A sour expression crossed her face. “I see… so you’re going to make me go through with this, then?” She spat.

She didn’t have any choice. She had to read the rest of the letters, as much as it infuriated her.

Seeing no other options, she reached for another. There were only a few more.

Dakota

Dakota, you are and were my favorite contestant. I’m incredibly sorry that you were denied your chance to keep going and especially the way in which it happened. I’m still rooting for you to make it out, for you to find your happiness. I’m well aware that you can’t do much from your position as host, phenomenal cosmic powers, itty bitty freedom and all that.

Still, I want you to know that you deserve to be loved and cared for, and that your worth isn’t just your worth to someone else. I’m well aware I won’t get a proper, truthful response here. Your hands are bound.

So let me ask you some questions then:

Was the new life you got the one you planned for yourself beforehand, or not? As someone that also studied film and literature, I’m happy to see a fellow cinephile and I wondered if you could name your favorite movie. And also your favorite memory of your new life. (Have you watched Tarsem Singh’s The Fall by any chance)

How does it feel being the host again? Have you missed it? Would you have liked to continue.

Also Nick and Gina love you, you know this. Don’t push them away too much because you want to help them. You deserve everything too.

(Also you’re probably going to get a lot of letters about Sylvia, but don’t dismiss her too quickly. There’s a reason you made her)

DakotaFan4Ever

“Well… I appreciate your kind words,” she said, trying to keep the sharp edges out of her voice. “You just don’t understand. For me… something like this… it’s just the way things are. Happiness… my happiness is Nick’s happiness. It always has been, and it always will be. So no, I won’t answer your questions. Favorite movies? Not important. Memories? They don’t matter. As for how I feel about being the host again? I would think that my actions speak for themselves, wouldn’t you agree?”

And then, there was the other part.

“I already know I deserve everything,” she muttered. “Nick… Gina… I know they care about me. But what you said… about Sylvia… The reason I made her? Isn’t that obvious? I made her to serve a purpose. And now that purpose is served, I no longer have any use for her. All these people, thinking about her like she’s a person, with thoughts and feelings… you’re WRONG! You don’t understand anything! She’s just a thing! A tool! Not… not something you have to care about! Not something that deserves any kindness! You think I’m just like that bitch, because of how I treat fucking Sylvia?! She’s not a person! She’s not my fucking child, and she doesn’t deserve anything from me!”

Dakota slumped back into her seat and caught her breath.

She only had one letter left. She might as well get it over with.

To Dakota, From Hardric:

Greetings.

Okay, this Internet Monkey is not having big hopes for this one, especially if my letter to Sylvia got here first. But F it, meant what I said about keep trying, not gonna not do it.

I feel bad for you. For all the anger I feel about some of your decisions and actions, again, my other letter is not really ambiguous, but… I really, really feel sad for you. Life on Earth and these rat suits above you took pretty much everything.

And then you got this other chance, and it blew up, and I kinda doubt the rat suits above you are going to let something else go your way on this front.

And now, the guy you have been doing all of this for… Things look dicey between you to say the least.

Thing is… You did your part spoiling this too.

Welp, if this letter didn’t go into cinders by now, I'm gonna go for it.

The host part, I guess the rat suits would have done the seasons anyways, and I don’t need much imagination for the price of disobedience. Hope you did find ways to lessen the hurt, and not just speaking of the contestants. And thinking of something else than embracing it, the rat suits don’t deserve that victory.

But the part with the others, that was a grave you help digging too. Can imagine you didn’t want another Queen than you, likely hurt to imagine, but… Harem, you were not going to make it alone, unfortunately.

And there is the blonde elephant named Sylvia in the room… Fuck it, Reality Warping Killer GM slipping back be damned, why letting this bitch that gave birth to you win? The rat suits, I can imagine active defiance here is… yeah, not finishing this one, but her? Why give her the consideration of emulating her? She deserves this victory even less than you deserve your crap hand, or the one you tried foisting over to your daughter thanks to her sterling example.

And you have to care about this. People don’t warp into a room to say they don’t care while un-personing the target. And expect to be believed. Unless it really hurts that much admitting it. They also don’t take ‘replacements’ when they don’t care.

Please try it. That soft-hearted idiot Nick offers you his hand still? F-ing take it and get what you can, people keep saying compassion is weakness, but frak, what is weak about offering something despite everything that happened in situations like this, and still try despite the hurt? Is this going to be what you want at the end of it? Not likely, but he is still offering it. That is fucking precious, no wasting that. The girls don’t like you? Well, show them a carrot that is not just hiding yet another nailed bat. You can care about these sirens and Nick, you can care about them. And Sylvia. Nothing else should need to be added here about her. Besides ‘Be a F-ing Mother Worth The Name.’ Show the bitch who failed you how it’s done.

What are the rat suits going to do about this that hasn’t been done already, especially if the ratings work? If this is to be the end… Why leave regrets and stuff unsaid? Why stop living already? Why give the rats of the world one more victory?

And if I am wrong *again* about all of this, that there is a plan there besides repeat trips to Egypt… Still please find a way to let them know before the end. Will leave cleaner wounds to move on for everyone, and, welp, you doubly deserve the proper closure yourself if it is the case.

Keep going,

Hardric.

When Dakota finished the letter, she was quiet for a very long time. Long enough that Nola felt like she was going to piss herself in fear. But she remained rooted in place, trembling with uncertainty.

Finally, Dakota raised her head, and stared at the leprechaun with tired eyes.

“Nola…”

“Y-YES!?”

“Those letters… the ones sent to Sylvia…”

“Right, yes, on my way! I’ll burn them up in a jiffy!” Nola nodded frantically, scrambling to gather them together in a bag.

“No… don’t. Give them to her or not. It doesn’t really matter…” Dakota muttered, rubbing her temples. She picked up her wine glass and took a long gulp while Nola stared at her in confusion.

“Y-yes, mistress,” she nodded warily.

Dakota tossed the wine glass aside and it smashed against the wall.

“A mother… what a fucking joke.”

Sylvia

Sylvia sat on the bed and stared vacantly at the white wall. The other girls were probably getting letters. But she doubted that she would receive any. If she had, wouldn’t she have gotten them by now?

Nobody wanted to write to her. Why would they?

She was just some useless failure who couldn’t even successfully host a single season. No matter how hard she tried to get to know the others and befriend them, she knew that it was pointless. There was no hope for someone like her, regardless of what the polls said.

“There’s no point in reading those letters, even if I get them.”

“Well, gee, THAT really makes me feel like I made the right choice, hauling them all the way here.”

Sylvia sprung out of bed in surprise when she heard Nola’s sarcastic voice.

For once, her leprechaun friend wasn’t smiling. She looked completely wiped out.

“N-Nola! What… is that…?”

“Letters for you?” Her smile returned. “You betcha! You’ve got a ton of ‘em!”

And with that, Nola dumped a veritable sea of letters onto the floor, to an astounded Sylvia’s amazement.

“And this one’s special delivery,” Nola said, tossing her one.

Sylvia recognized the handwriting on the envelope and nearly burst out crying.

Dear Sylvia,

I'm so sorry about you losing your season. That had to be devastating and you didn't deserve that. But on the bright side you get to be with Nick now. I'm really pulling for you to make your way officially into the harem even if it means losing one of the many other awesome ladies. Good luck

Best wishes,

Your friend Sally

P.S. If you don't use Fuck the Voters by the time the round is over you should copy Method Acting at the last minute. That way you don't upset Rose and can have a lot of fun with it

P.S.S. See if you can convince Dawn to buy her collar. I would really love for her to wear it

“Sally…” She sniffled. It was short and to the point. But then, Sally was a lot like that. The sincerity of her friend’s feelings came through easily. “Thank you, thank you so much. I’ll do my best, I promise.”

Esteemed Lady Sylvia,

I hope you will find the warmth of the family you so richly deserve.

May your Heart Find Hearth

His Majesty the Emperor of the Lost City of Aurelior

Sylvia gasped. “Oh, you’re so sweet! Thank you so much! I’m going to do my best to find the family I deserve,” she said, closing the letter and hugging it close to her chest. She exhaled and set it down, and grabbed another one. She hoped the positive vibes would continue.

To Sylvia,

Parents only matter as much as you need them. You were a great parent to Mimi/Marley in the garden, and you continue to show your love for her as the familial entanglement has gotten more complicated. She has two more people, Carly and Dani, that would be great to get to know and enmesh yourself with. Everyone needs support, and you're fellow contestants would be great to rebuild your connections with. You're a good person, but you were never offered the proper support or deserved comfort. Mary, Dawn, Carly, all three have aspects of familial love that they could offer you

“Wow, that… that’s really nice, too,” Sylvia gasped, as she read the next letter. “And you’re right… Marley is my family… and her family is my family too, in a way. But… do you really think I’m a good person? I didn’t… I’m not… really?”

That sounded so strange to her. But she kept picking up letters and tearing through them, one after another, reading the supportive and encouraging words written within.

To Sylvia, From Hardric:

Hello to you.

Now, I realize one Internet Monkey’s braying is likely to mean nothing if you don’t want to accept it, but...

People should always get a second chance, and I do hope you get it and make it work past this Danger Week, and want to think I am not alone on that. Don’t give up on this, passively or in any other way. Hope you get a win out of this, even without nailing the wish.

Is it hard? Does it feel undeserved? Maybe, but only people who did nothing get to say they never failed or messed up or hurt others, and they are already messing up life as it is. Some of these failures or bad actions can be worse to recover from, but someone putting in the effort to understand what they did wrong, and move up… That’s someone that should be allowed to get better. Especially when the first hand dealt to them was so…difficult.

Regarding your odds of pulling it off, I’d say… You’re on your way. Keep going. Is it going to be a smooth ride? Yeah, nope. But you definitely showed so far you can make it to the finish line on this. Thing is to, again, keep going. You clearly can care about others (and not just contestants, see Marley and Holly), you just need to keep learning about stuff where TFs are not the be-all end-all, even if popularity helps ‘winning’, especially if they are unwanted, and treating people like, well people and being seen as one. Don’t be afraid though, even people born into it can take years to get it right. You decidedly faster here. But since TFs are also part of your life… just make the effort of making what you have work with the others in that harem, and getting their agreement. F everyone else, if they judge you they don’t deserve the effort… Yup, realize what it means regarding the audience. Still apply it to people you’ll meet besides this group. And you’ll f-ing meet them, means you got out of this.

You might think this would be unfair to one of the others, would be stealing one of their places but… Look, you might not believe it from the Internet Rando, but pretty sure the point where you’d be kept out to be a ‘convenient elimination’ is long past, and if these were the kind of people to do that, they wouldn’t have been worth the time anyways. But they are not the kind of people to do that, that much is plain. So give it your best, get with them, and get to be a family with them. Get to see how it is supposed to work better with them instead of… What you got before.

That one about the matter of family is likely hurting the most. One should be able to count on family as the one safety net in that world, and… welp. To say it is sad is un understatement, but, well you got the girls, Marley/Mimi, and Nick. You can get this family. Hopefully half-siblings for Marley/Mimi someday. Regarding Daddy stuff… Nick talked RP-ing. Might want some of the real deal too someday, but start there, and build up, not necessarily sexual scenarios, safewords included (re-including for the SFW ones), I mena, this is bloody Nick, you really think he won’t try? And speaking of words, try *figuratively* kicking his writer butt, or the others’, to get another nickname that can work on the daily without cringe *and* for this kind of situation. Build it together, it can only work better that way (apologies for voting for the de-aging too maybe, depends how you take it now, but figured it was the closest thing letting you keep your own body to build your own identity. At least you know you are late blooming *hard* once the show’s over I guess?).

But getting off that tangent… If you really think your mother does care about you… Welp, I just ranted about you deserving the second chance, not gonna be a hypocrite there about her getting one or not if you want to. But if you’ll take the suggestion, she’ll have to make the first step, or at least take steps towards you. Because unless she makes the effort, you’re only getting more pain out of this. Also, don’t condition your life by waiting for it. If you step up to move forwards and make amends with the others, she bloody can make the effort with you too if she cares even slightly.

Again, just don’t give up. You deserve a chance, same as everyone else here. And anyone telling you otherwise can have intercourse with a rusted chainsaw or an equally rusted wood chipper.

Want to see you move past the Danger Zone.

Keep going,

Hardric

PS: It will likely have started before this gets here, but… Good luck for your *deuxième* Nick day (we French make the distinction between ‘Second, and no more after’, and ‘Second, with more to come after’. I think this letter makes it clear which one of these two I mean here. In doubt, ask Rose).

“I-! I don’t even know where to begin!” She gushed, as tears rolled down her cheeks. The letter was so long and filled with so much encouragement, she couldn’t possibly do it justice. “I-I-! Just, thank you, so, so much… you don’t know how much that means to me, to have someone think I deserve a second change. Even I… even I didn’t think I deserved that much, but… thank you. If only there was something I could do… I want to help everyone as much as I can, but… I still just don’t know.”

She wiped her eyes and read it again, smiling joyfully at the words written on it. The part about Dakota caring about her… she doubted it was true. But she couldn’t help herself. She had hope… and that was the best she could do.

Fan Mail; for Sylvia

Sylvia you have yet to realize your full potential as a person (you ARE a person by the way), i wish you luck and hope you make it into the harem. I would love to see this potential realized, your fan Mr. Green.

“Do you really think so?” She asked, her voice brimming with hope. “Do you really think I’m a person?”

Sylvia

You’ve been put in a very difficult position, one that I don’t envy. You’ve never been properly socialized and are now **** to learn morality outside of your known world and you’re adapting so well!

Yes, you make mistakes and you have a different compass than most, but you’re trying and adapting so well to it. I’m so proud of you for trying to be better and I still hope you and your ‘mother’ reconcile.

I wish there wasn’t an impending threat of annihilation hanging over your head so you could take your time and really luxuriate in this newfound freedom.

Also I know you have a deep need to have a father, but if you truly want that…don’t make it sexual. These two things need to be different unless explicitly asked to by the person involved.

What is your deepest wish?

That one gave her some pause. “Well… you’re right. I haven’t really had the opportunity to properly socialize. I appreciate you recognizing that, and thanks for noticing I’m trying my best!” That made her smile. “As for the Daddy stuff… I get it, okay? But it’s not like I can STOP calling Daddy ‘Daddy’ you know?”

She sighed.

“I just… I just want to have someone care about me as a parent, is that so wrong? If I had to answer the question of what is my deepest wish… it’s that, without a doubt.”

She picked herself up, refusing to let the letter get her down, and grabbed another.

Sylvia

I really feel for you. I’ve watched every single season of Harem Hotel and I still don’t understand why most humans are so unhappy with the chance to be transformed into their best selves. My only knock on you is that you came up with the auditionee system, because why not just let all the girls be in the harem!! Keep doing your best! <3 Vee

Orchestrating the downfall of your creator through clever manipulation of the contestant’s transformations, interactions, and the challenge was very impressive. Seems that killer instinct disappeared when you were dusted though. Shame. Sincerely, Dee

“Oh, are you… oh, I see,” Sylvia said, realizing who was writing to her. “Um… look, I get it, in my opinion, the girls SHOULD be happy! They’re getting transformed, after all! …But it’s obvious they’re not. So maybe… maybe we don’t know best for everything. As for the Auditionee system… I don’t know. I thought I was being special, being original, but maybe it was a mistake. You’re right, Dee… I just keep making mistakes…”

Sylvia sighed and hung her head. Her sense of positivity had been blunted somewhat, but not enough to get her to stop.

She picked up another letter. This one contained a pink rose.

Sylvia- Your desire for your mother's approval is understandable but you have to come to grips with the fact that she is broken and may never come to care for you as she should. Good on you for not making the same mistake with your own daughter. Continue to grow as a person and we will continue to cheer you on from the sidelines as you forge your own path apart from what Dakota desires.

“…I see… so that’s it, is it? Dakota… mom’s broken…” Sylvia looked down. She’d never considered that before. But so many letters she’d gotten had said the same thing. That it wasn’t her fault. Dakota was the one at fault. She was the one making the mistakes, doing the wrong things. She was the one who deserved to be scorned, not Sylvia.

Sylvia didn’t know if that was true or not. But she did know that regardless of whether or not her creator was broken… she still loved her. Maybe she shouldn’t, but she did. Just because Dakota couldn’t care for her, that didn’t mean Sylvia couldn’t care for others.

“Thank you, Shar,” she said, seeing through the lack of a name easily. “I hope your season’s doing well, too.”

Sylvia sat back and smiled, wiping the tears from her eyes. There were so many more letters to get through. It took her an eternity, but she finally managed to get through them all.

“Oh, wait, there’s one more!”

Sylvia looked up to see Nola wearing an awkward smile. She handed Sylvia a note scrawled on green paper.

You can do your best! I know it!

Nola

Sylvia’s tears soon returned. She raised her head, her lip quivering.

“Nola…”

“Hey, come on,” Nola said, accepting the hug from her fellow former host. “I’m on your side, remember? I’m rooting for you! Give ‘em one good for all us hosts booted off their seasons!”

“Yeah,” Sylvia nodded, wiping her eyes and smiling. “I will!”

Serenity sat on the couch, watching some TV. She had nearly two decades of television to catch up on, after all.

She hardly even noticed when Nola entered the room.

“What are you doing here?” She frowned. Sylvia had never mentioned anything about having a leprechaun for a roommate.

“I, uh… don’t tell anybody,” Nola whispered, keeping her voice hushed. “But there were some letters for us, too.”

Serenity sat up straight and blinked, staring at Nola in confusion. “…Letters?”

Nola nodded. “Yup. Letters. From the audience of this season. One for you, and one for me! I snuck ‘em out when Dakota wasn’t looking.”

Serenity didn’t know what to say. She accepted the letter read it carefully. It was the first time someone had sent her something in a long while.

To Serenity, from Hardric:

Greetings.

For what little it is worth, I do hope you get some kind of second chance out of this meeting.

Just don’t be afraid to try and go for it. Things here are already asking for all of them to pull their weight into one big effort, managing you too along the way will hardly be a noticeable increase.

And you really need the second chance. And happiness. So try for it, these folks are the kind of people who would let you have it, so don’t hesitate.

Keep going,

Hardric.

PS: Hope the new digs suit you.

“Second chance?” Serenity scoffed, rolling her eyes. “I don’t need that. As long as I have the water, and some decent people to hang with, I’m fine. As for my ‘digs’… well, there’s only one bed. And the green one snores like a chainsaw. Take a guess how that makes me feel.”

“Well, you make me horny, so there!” Nola pouted, sticking out her tongue.

“That isn’t really an insult,” Serenity pointed out, hissing at the leprechaun.

That made Nola giggled as she read her own letter.

To Nola, from Hardric:

Greetings,

I guess I don’t have that much to say here, but still, hang in there.

From what little has been made available to viewers, I suspect you’re not getting easy times. Still, i wish you the best, you don’t seem to be the kind of host hellbent on breaking people, so definitely going this for you.

I hope you keep being friendly with others here, and get to have some of that returned to you too. Just, try to let them speak first, or more than you at times. I am a touch of a rambler myself, so yeah, try to keep a look at this, don’t want to feel like you invade the other’s life with this.

And at least… You’re getting to see how it’s done and ideas for when you get back to your own seasons? Both things to do and… think about I guess (going by these shows, I think Shar is another host you might want to look at for hints about getting the contestants playing ball).

Keep going,

Hardric.

PS: Dunno if it will be you or the fairies, or Dakota caning I guess, distributing all of this, but good luck with that, and receptioning them too. I mean, everyone is getting those, gotta be hard making sure they also all get them.

“Aaagh!” Nola groaned. “It was meeeeee! I did it! And it SUCKED! You’re right, I’m not getting easy times! But it’s okay! Dakota helped me out a bunch! She was nice to help me, even if she does work me to **** on occasion, but it’s fine! I’m still doing my best, don’t worry! And I’m going to make sure that when the producers finally give me my old season back, I’ll put what I’ve learned from Dakota to good use! I’m going to be, like, super-evil! If I see a puppy? They’re getting KICK! Yessir! And… I’ll sweep off the plates from tables when they’re half-eaten, so the contestants won’t get to finish their meals! I’m gonna be, like, so bad!”

Serenity scoffed and rolled her eyes as Nola kept rambling.

Then, something fell out of Nola’s hands. It was another note!

“Oh!” She gasped. “Another one?”

She didn’t expect two. She opened it, and peered at the contents with excitement.

Hi Nola don’t worry you’re not forgotten I’m sure you’ll be useful in a future show. –Producer

Nola’s jaw dropped and her eyes widened. “Wahoo!” She cheered, pumping both fists into the air. “I’m not forgotten!”

The leprechaun couldn’t be happier.

Even Serenity had to smile at that.