Clover and you have a talk

You slowly closed the door until you heard the quiet click before looking at Clover and grin, ”Let’s let them rest up for now.” She adjusted her tight shirt and touched up her lipstick, checking herself in a small pink compact mirror. She pursed her cute lips and seemed satisfied with how it turned out however a moment later she was frowning and passing her fingers through her hair.

“My hair! It's all frizzy. You wouldn’t happen to have any world-class hair stylists in your harem would you,” She batted her eyelashes and gave a puppy dog look. You did your usual counter and gave her a peck on the cheek.

You laughed a bit and rubbed your head as you thought, “I don’t know about world-class but I’m sure either Jean Grey, Erza, or Fubuki could help, maybe even Marinette, they’ve all been involved in fashion and Erza’s hair is wonderful.”

“Her hair is beautiful huh?” You froze at the tone and started looking for the nearest escape; the nearby window looked good especially with the pulsating red vein that appeared on Clover’s forehead. You were grimly reminded that less than a quarter of your slaves had anti-jealousy mods. The fact that there have been relatively few cat fights was a testament to their personalities and restraint.

Just as your hand twitches towards the window’s latch, Clover let out a long sigh and leaned against the wall. “Sorry, everything has been like very stressful and I haven’t been able to get in a good mani-pedi or even a good lay.” She gave you a heated and pointed look; you could feel your skin start to burn.

“Well, I was able to at least help with the last part, right?” You ask careful, going back through the last hour. You only briefly got distracted by the trip down memory lane and earned yourself only a slightly noticeable boner; it was tired.

You register that Clover had been speaking, “Sorry can you repeat all that?”

Her glare could melt steel, “I SAID, it was alright. Hinata needs a bit more experience with her tongue but she was able to find the little special spots. But you gotta do more than just find them you know. And we're gonna have to talk about the spanking.”

“I admit that my spanking hand wasn’t up to snuff, there was a whole thing earlier.”

“Not what I meant but WHATEVER.” Clover sighed as Kyoka passed through the hallway carrying a portable set of speakers and other audio equipment you recognize from the wedding gift pile. Thank RealDreams for the storage cubes used to pack it all away. You were surprised she was even able to carry it all, her hero training and bank robbery experience really had an effect. She slowed down as she passed the two of you before spotting Clover’s posture and general aura and hurried off.

“Anything I can help with the other stressful parts?” You tentatively asked, not knowing if this was a venting moment or asking for help moment. Clover brushed a strand of her cute hair behind her ear as she gave you a long suffering look you were long familiar with.

“You kinda caused the other ‘stuff’ too, bucko, “ Clover said as she decided to sit down in the cushioned alcove by the window you had nearly moved to jump out of. You sat down next to her as she leaned against the wall. “Like that ugly little mop bucket you brought in with the Amazonians, and DON’T get me started on what they did to the dorms and processing 1-B. That stupid mop bucket somehow got control of the sprinklers, the heater, and the de-boober. Not only was my hairdo a mess,” She grabbed her own E-Cup bust. “I was without these for like a whole day!”

You suppressed a smirk. The ‘de-boober’ as Clover put it was one of the devices used to get characters back to their default. During the initial processing by RealDreams, their body shape would be recorded and restored during ReinCorp’s processing if the body was in a condition where they were harder to resell. A common problem was a character being brought in with boulder sized boobs or massive pecs. You recall the Kim Possible that was brought in with Popeyes sized arms. The ‘de-boober’ was used to shrink specific body parts down so that the character could live more normally before resale; it was cheaper than using chrono(time) magic to reverse them back to the moment they were taken.

“They really took that long to wrench control back?” You wonder who was on cyber security that day, maybe Dennis Nedry; Cisco Ramon always had to clean up his messes. Now that you think of it, why were the sprinklers, heater, and ‘de-boober’ devices all on the same systems?

“No, it just like took them a really long time to unlock the infirmary,” Clover said with an unusual twist in her voice; one you heard in your other girls when they were being a bit obtuse.

“Were you helping bring someone in during Mop Bucket’s Spree?” You raised an eyebrow and leaned towards her, wondering if she had gotten hurt more than just losing her boobs and messy hair.

“Nope, they were checking on the baby,” She said, patting her belly. You could almost hear the narrator saying ‘here we go again’.