Of course she jinxed the bedroom.

With a grin (which I never thought was going to fade at this rate), Jinx snapped her fingers. One of the doors down the hall swung open. "Right this way," she purred. She swayed off toward the door, turning around to motion me to follow.

Behind me, Raven gave me a shove. "Let's not keep her waiting," she insisted. Sighing, I followed Jinx, Raven locked around my arm with an adoring expression on her face. I knew I should have been happier at this point. Three adoring women who would love me, no matter what I did? That's a pretty good deal.

The problem lay in keeping them satisfied. With luck, they had a sort of...sensor that detected if I had other units in the house and would adjust their libido accordingly so that they don't run the risk of fucking me to ****.

The bedroom was much of the same as the rest of the house. Dark. When Jinx stepped inside, candles lit around the room. There was a large bookshelf, undoubtedly crammed with Raven's favorite reading material, in the corner...a statue of the mask of comedy and tragedy (which I recognized from the cartoon as one of the decorations in Raven's room)...and a very, very large bed.

In fact...there seemed to be a sort of TARDIS effect going on here. The room seemed bigger on the inside. "I could get used to this," I mused as Raven shut the door behind her.

Jinx threw herself onto the bed. "And if you don't like anything, I can fix it," she declared. I was about to join her on the bed when a thought occurred to me. "Jinx...is there anything in this room that's going to look at, snap at, or otherwise do something an inanimate object can't do at me?" I asked warily.

Raven let out a sigh, much like when I mentioned the microwave. Jinx's grin turned somewhat nervous. "Well...a couple of things...nothing's alive or anything, buuuut..." she began, fiddling with her fingers.