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You're On Your Own in the Real World

The morning light, soft and diffused, filtered through the penthouse windows, painting the room in hues of pale gold. Turner stirred, his muscles still a tad sore from the night before. He shifted slightly, careful not to disturb the weight nestled against his chest. Emma lay curled against him, her soft breaths warm against his skin. He smiled, remembering the events of the previous night, a mix of disbelief and lingering arousal swirling within him.

He glanced down at the floor, where Becca still slept soundly, wrapped in her makeshift bed. A wave of guilt washed over him, quickly followed by a strange sense of… detachment. It was as if the night's events had created a separate reality, a bubble of intimacy that existed outside the usual dynamics of their complicated relationship.

He gently stroked Emma's hair, marveling at how peaceful she looked in her sleep. He couldn't help but wonder what she'd think if she knew what she'd done. Would she be mortified? Amused? Or would she simply shrug it off as another bizarre occurrence in the Harem Hotel?

A soft groan from the floor broke his reverie. Becca stirred, her eyelids fluttering open. She blinked, her gaze slowly focusing on the scene before her. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in Turner and Emma, still entwined in the bed.

"Morning," Turner said, his voice low, a hint of awkwardness creeping in.

Becca sat up, rubbing her eyes. "Morning," she replied, her voice still thick with sleep. She glanced between Turner and Emma, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes. "Sleep well?"

"Uh, yeah," Turner stammered, his cheeks flushing slightly. "Yeah, we did."

Emma shifted beside him, her eyelids fluttering open. She blinked, her gaze slowly focusing on Turner. A soft smile spread across her lips. "Morning," she murmured, her voice still groggy.

"Morning," Turner replied, his cheeks still slightly flushed.

Emma stretched, her body arching slightly against his. Her gaze drifted down to the tangled sheets, then back up to Turner's face, who was still wearing a questioning look on his face. A flicker of confusion crossed her features. "What… what happened?" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of bewilderment.

Turner hesitated, unsure of how to answer. He glanced at Becca, who was watching them with a quiet intensity. "You… you were sleepwalking," he said, his voice low.

Emma's eyes widened. "Sleepwalking?" she repeated, her brow furrowed. "I don't sleepwalk."

"Well, you did last night," Turner said, continuing to keep his voice gentle. "And… you were very… active."

Emma's cheeks flushed crimson. "Active?" she repeated, her voice barely a whisper. "What do you mean, active?"

Turner took a deep breath, knowing he had to tread carefully. "Like… you gave me a… a blowjob," he said, his voice barely audible.

Emma's jaw dropped, her eyes wide with shock. "I… I did what?" she stammered, her voice trembling.

Becca's eyes widened, a mixture of disbelief and something akin to morbid curiosity flashing across her face. "Wait, seriously? You sleepwalked and… that happened?"

Emma's face was now a shade of red that Turner had never seen before. She looked like she wanted to disappear into the sheets. "I… I don't remember any of that," she whispered, her voice laced with mortification. "That's… that's impossible."

"Well, it happened," Turner said, trying to sound reassuring, though he knew he was failing miserably. He glanced at Becca, who was now sitting cross-legged on the floor, her gaze fixed on Emma. "I mean, it was… intense."

Becca raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing on her lips. "Intense?" she repeated, her voice laced with sarcasm. "That's one way to put it. I'm guessing 'awkward' and 'completely insane' also apply."

"Becca," Turner said, his voice laced with a warning tone.

"What?" Becca shrugged, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'm just calling it like I see it. It's not every day you wake up to find your boyfriend and his… sleepwalking partner… in a compromising position."

Emma buried her face in her hands, a muffled groan escaping her lips. "This is a nightmare," she mumbled. "A complete and utter nightmare."

"Tell me about it," Turner muttered under his breath.

"So," Becca continued, her voice laced with a playful tone, "does this mean Emma's got some hidden talents we didn't know about?"

Emma's head snapped up, her eyes blazing. "Becca, shut up!" she hissed, her voice trembling with anger and embarrassment.

"Hey, I'm just asking the important questions," Becca said, her smile widening with her playful tone.

Turner sighed, rubbing his temples. "Can we please not do this right now?" he asked, his voice laced with exasperation. "This is already awkward enough."

"Awkward?" Becca repeated, her eyes widening in mock surprise. "I thought we were having a little morning bonding session. Sharing our… intimate experiences. You know, like friends do."

"This isn't an 'intimate experience'," Emma said, her voice sharp. "This is a… a violation!"

"A violation?" Becca raised an eyebrow, her smile fading slightly. "That's a bit harsh, don't you think? I mean, you were the one doing the… violating."

"I was asleep!" Emma exclaimed, her voice rising in pitch. "I didn't know what I was doing! That's the whole point!"

"Okay, okay, everyone calm down," Turner said, raising his hands in a gesture of peace. "Let's just… talk about this rationally."

"Rationally?" Emma scoffed, her eyes filled with tears of frustration. "There's nothing rational about this! I gave my… I gave Turner a… while I was asleep! How is that rational?"

"Well," Becca interjected, her tone surprisingly calm, "from a purely biological standpoint, it's actually quite fascinating. The human body is capable of some remarkable feats during sleep. It's not uncommon for people to perform complex actions without conscious awareness." She paused, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Though, I admit, the… specific nature of your actions is rather unique."

Emma glared at her, her cheeks still burning. "Becca, this isn't a science lecture. I'm mortified!"

"I understand that," Becca said, her voice softening slightly. "But panicking won't solve anything. Perhaps we should focus on understanding why this happened."

"Why?" Emma repeated, her voice laced with incredulity. "Because this place is insane! Because Kendra is messing with our heads! That's why!"

"Bingo," Turner pointed. "It's probably a mix of your two transformations. One allowed Kendra to put you in a compromising position, and the other one made it so your innate desire for a threesome took over. It didn't seem to matter that everybody here...well, except for me...was asleep."

Emma stared at them, her mind reeling. "So… so Kendra made me… made me do that?" she asked, her voice laced with disbelief.

"Indirectly," Turner said, his voice gentle. "She gave you the means, and then she let...nature take its course."

Emma pursed her lips and looked up at the leaderboard ever-present in the penthouse. Her name, which had been sitting at the bottom prior, had now rocketed up to the middle of the pack. While she was sitting there, mulling things over, a loud foghorn sounded from the plaza, followed by Kendra's voice.

"Hey y'all, get ready for round three of the week!" the Southern lady boomed.

"Guess we should head down there," Becca begrudgingly said.

"Alright, let's get things started!" Kendra rubbed her hands together. "Now, before any of the transformations, I'd like to introduce everyone to...Anastasia Volkov!"

Anastasia stood there scowling at Kendra, but at the mention of her name, she started to speak. "Uh...hi everyone. I imagine everyone here was **** just like I was?"

"You'd guess right," Lana grumbled.

"Wait, Anastasia?" Turner scratched his head. "Where do I know you from?"

"Remember that party at Roofie Rho?" Anastasia offered. "I was that gymnast that you met there..."

"Oh, right!" Turner nodded. "Why...why her, Kendra? I'm not exactly close with her. I mean, don't get me wrong, I didn't want anyone more to show up, but..."

"Variety," Kendra flatly responded. "I was toyin' with the idea of bringin' your sister in here, but she's..."

"You wanted to bring Phoebe in here?" Sara all but yelled. "Hell no."

"Woah, hold your horses!" Kendra threw her hands up. "I didn't. Which is exactly why Anastasia is here. Now, without further ado, let's look at the current standings."

She pointed at the screen in front of them, which displayed the current VP totals everyone had.

VP Standings:

Sara (41 VP)
Paige (39 VP)
Charlotte (22 VP)
Abby (17 VP)
Emma (16 VP)
Mandy (15 VP)
Kathryn (12 VP)
Lauren (8 VP)
Lana (5 VP)
Anastasia (0 VP)

"After a very productive first week, several of you seem to have had a very productive second week as well!" Kendra beamed. "Sara continues to climb high, maintaining her first-place lead and almost doubling her current sum! But Paige is right on her tail, still. And some others...seem to have not exactly taken the idea of winning to heart."

"Yeah, because that idea of winning is real easy to do when you've had these types of transformations," Lana rolled her eyes.

"Wasn't my fault, dear," Kendra condescendingly remarked. "You're the one who decided on gettin' last in the challenge last week."

"This whole thing is your fault," Kathryn pointed out. "Like...none of this would've happened without you."

"Now, before we go on a giant scapegoat mission, let's get on with this week's transformations," Kendra changed the subject. "And lucky you, Kathryn, you're immune this week due to your genius at the challenge last week. Much as I want to give you somethin' for that rebellion midweek, rules are rules, and you're safe."

"Hooray?" Kathryn responded.

"You should be happy," Kendra assented. "Now, onto second place in the challenge, it's you, Sara!"

Sara Rogers:

True Empathy: If explained to her, Sara will immediately understand all the nuances of a person's situation, and will be able to truly put herself in that person's shoes. (Romance)

Hyperdrive: Whenever Sara is around Turner or another of her romantic partners, her arousal will increase (exponentially when around multiple people). (Romance)

Equality: By paying a sum of BP (which will change based on who Sara chooses to use this on), Sara can make whomever she chooses get the full amount of victory points for sexual activities on Turner for the next four hours. (Bisexual)

"Full amount of victory points?" Kathryn mused. "Does that mean that some people haven't been getting that?"

"They've been getting the full amount for them," Kendra clarified. "You remember at the beginning how I said people are gonna get different numbers of points for different things, based on how close they are? Like how Becca would get fewer for the same things than, say, Emma?"

"That's why I only ever got one?" Becca raised an eyebrow.

"Indeed," Kendra nodded. "Anyways, this transformation means that our dear Sara will be able to let someone bypass that restriction. At least for four hours. Perfect for our little lovergirl here!"

"Lovergirl?" Sara asked.

"Well, I saw what you were about to do with Charlotte earlier this week," Kendra responded. "And I, as well as everyone here, knows what you did with Turner. Anyways, which one of these do you want the most?"

"Wait, hold on," Sara said, her brow furrowed. "So, you're telling me that some of us are getting… less for the same actions? That's… that's not fair."

Kendra smiled, a slow, knowing smile that made Sara's skin crawl. "Fairness is a… fluid concept, darling. In the Harem Hotel, we prioritize… compatibility. And, of course, entertainment."

"Compatibility?" Sara repeated, her voice laced with skepticism. "So, you're saying that because Becca…was closer to Turner, she got less? That's ridiculous."

"Not ridiculous, pragmatic," Kendra countered, her voice smooth. "Think of it as a tiered reward system. Those who are more…willing to go out of their comfort zone, shall we say, reap greater rewards."

Sara shook her head, her lips pressed into a thin line. "That's still not fair. It's… discriminatory."

Kendra chuckled. "Discrimination implies prejudice, darling. This is merely… strategic allocation of resources. Now, back to the matter at hand. Which of these intrigues you the most?"

Sara glanced at the list, her eyes lingering on "Equality." "So, with that one, I could… I could make it so everyone gets the same points?"

"One person, for four glorious hours," Kendra confirmed, her smile widening. "Imagine the… chaos. The… drama."

"But… how much BP?" Sara asked, her voice hesitant. "You said it changes."

"Ah, yes," Kendra said, her eyes gleaming. "That depends on who you choose to bestow this… gift upon. The more the difference'd be, the less it will cost, and vice versa."

"And if I use it on myself?" Sara asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Kendra's smile faltered slightly, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes. "You could do that, but it likely wouldn't be worth it."

Sara hesitated, her gaze drifting towards the other transformations. "And… Hyperdrive?" she asked, her cheeks flushing slightly. "What exactly does that… entail?"

"Entail?" Kendra repeated, her smile returning. "Why, it's quite simple, darling. Whenever you're near Turner or any of your… romantic partners, your arousal will increase. And the more of them you're around, the more… intense it will become."

Sara's blush deepened. "That sounds… intense," she murmured.

"Indeed," Kendra purred. "And True Empathy? Well, that's a gift of understanding. You'll understand everyone's situation, truly. You will be able to feel what they feel."

"That sounds… overwhelming," Sara said, her voice laced with apprehension. "But also… kind of nice."

"It can be," Kendra said, her eyes sparkling. "But remember, Sara, every gift has its… consequences. Now, which one will it be?"

"I guess I'd have to say Equality," Sara said. "Doesn't really seem like a downside to that one."

"Excellent choice!" Kendra clapped. "Now, onto our third-place woman, Mandy!"

Mandy Teller:

Sex Machine: It's no secret that Mandy is the oldest of all of the contestants here, and she's got to have some secret that allows her to keep up with the "spry youngins" of the harem. Well, now, that secret is sex with Turner. If Mandy has sex with Turner, she will gain improvements in physical capabilities until the next challenge. This effect does not stack. If Mandy does more minor sexual acts with Turner, she will gain more minor improvements. (Experienced)

Motherly Instinct: Mandy will always know where Lana and Turner are at any given moment. (Maternal)

Voice of Reason: If another harem member is about to do something reckless, Mandy can stop them from doing that thing simply by telling them not to. (Experienced)

"I see you're subtly trying to push for me to do something...untoward with Turner," Mandy noted. "Given that that's the most beneficial one. Aside from the obvious caveat, of course."

"Well, of course, it's called Harem Hotel for a reason," Kendra answered. "Now, which one would you like?"

"I'm not entirely certain I appreciate the… blatantness of it all," Mandy said, a hand on her chin. "'Sex Machine,' really? It's rather crude."

Kendra chuckled again. "Crude, perhaps. But effective, wouldn't you say? And let's be honest, Mandy, you're not exactly a shrinking violet. You've seen a thing or two in your time."

Mandy raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering in her eyes. "I've seen more than a thing or two, Kendra. But that doesn't mean I'm inclined to… jump at the first opportunity for… physical exertion."

"Physical exertion with benefits," Kendra corrected, her smile widening. "Imagine, Mandy, the power. The… vitality. You'll be unstoppable."

"Unstoppable?" Mandy repeated, her voice laced with skepticism. "I hardly think a few… encounters with Turner will turn me into a superhero."

"Perhaps not a superhero," Kendra conceded, "but certainly a… formidable competitor. And let's not forget the… minor improvements. Even a little… exercise… can go a long way."

Mandy considered this, her gaze drifting towards the other transformations. "Motherly Instinct," she mused. "That's… intriguing. Always knowing where Lana and Turner are? That could be… useful."

"Useful indeed," Kendra purred. "Especially in a place like this. Information is power, Mandy. And knowing their whereabouts could give you a distinct advantage."

Lana and Abby shared a worried look. Lana had been working so hard, with Abby's help, to make sure she had to see Mandy as little as possible, and this could completely undo that.

"And 'Voice of Reason'," Mandy continued, her brow furrowed. "That could be… invaluable. Preventing others from making… foolish mistakes. That could save a lot of trouble."

"Trouble is… inevitable, darling," Kendra said, her eyes twinkling. "But preventing it? That's… strategic. And Mandy, you're a strategic woman."

"I am," Mandy agreed, her voice firm. "But I'm also a pragmatist. And I'm not entirely convinced that… 'Sex Machine' is the most pragmatic choice."

"Oh, but it is, Mandy," Kendra countered, her voice smooth as silk. "Think of the… efficiency. The… return on investment. A few… moments of pleasure, and you're rewarded with enhanced physical capabilities. It's a win-win."

"A win for whom?" Mandy asked, her gaze fixed on Kendra. "For me? Or for you?"

Kendra's smile never faltered. "For both of us, darling. A mutually beneficial arrangement. That's how we do things here at the Harem Hotel."

"And what if I choose not to participate in this… arrangement?" Mandy asked, her voice laced with a hint of defiance. "What if I choose one of the other options?"

"Then you'll choose one of the other options," Kendra said, her voice nonchalant. "The choice is yours, Mandy. Always has been."

"But some choices have… greater rewards," Mandy noted.

"Indeed they do," Kendra agreed, her eyes gleaming. "And some choices have… greater consequences. It's all about weighing the risks and the rewards, isn't it?"

Mandy sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. "It seems I'm caught between a rock and a hard place," she muttered.

"Or perhaps," Kendra suggested, her voice soft, "between pleasure and power. A rather… tempting predicament, wouldn't you say?"

"Regardless, I'd still go for Motherly Instinct," Mandy answered Kendra's initial question. "It seems the least...intrusive."

"I see," Kendra slowly nodded. "Now, since Becca was next but she's been eliminated, we're onto Paige, let's see what she has available."

Paige Brooks:

Debauchery: Paige will slowly start to appreciate the game and start playing it the way it's meant to be played, as a smutty sex romp. She will slowly become sexually aroused by those who are willing to do the same, and eventually aroused by the mere idea of it. (Corruption)

Competition: Paige will slowly get jealous of Turner's sexual acts with other women. She was his first, so she should be the only one for him. As she hears about more and more, her jealousy will grow more and more, and her awareness will decrease as she is only able to focus on settling the score. This will all reset once Paige does everything she has heard about the other contestants doing. (Ex-Girlfriend)

Anarchist: The more chaos in the game, the better, at least according to Paige. She will gain arousal proportional to the level of chaos that is currently in the harem. (Vengeance)

"Quite the spread of options there," Kendra remarked. "Especially now that Becca's gone and you won't have to deal with fighting her every junction. Which one tickles your fancy the most, Paige?"

Paige arched an eyebrow, her gaze lingering on the list. "Debauchery," she murmured, a hint of disdain in her voice. "How… predictable."

Kendra chuckled, a low, melodic sound. "Predictable, but also practical. This is, after all, Harem Hotel. And as you've no doubt observed, a certain… enthusiasm for the game is… advantageous."

"Enthusiasm?" Paige scoffed. "You mean… wantonness. A descent into… depravity."

"Depravity is a matter of perspective, darling," Kendra countered, her eyes twinkling. "One person's depravity is another's liberation."

Paige's lips curled into a thin smile. "Liberation?" she repeated, her voice laced with skepticism. "Or manipulation?"

"A bit of both, perhaps," Kendra conceded, her smile widening. "But remember, Paige, you have a choice. You can resist. Or you can… embrace. The choice is yours."

"Embrace… chaos," Paige mused, her gaze drifting to Anarchist. "That's… interesting. Arousal proportional to the level of chaos? That could be… entertaining."

"Entertaining indeed," Kendra purred. "Imagine, Paige, the power. The ability to… revel in the pandemonium. To find pleasure in the… disruption."

Paige sighed, her eyes gleaming. "That's… appealing. Especially after what all's happened this week."

"Order is… overrated," Kendra said, her voice laced with amusement. "Chaos, on the other hand, is… dynamic. Unpredictable. Exciting."

Paige's gaze shifted to Competition. "And jealousy," she noted, her voice flat. "How… cliché."

"Cliché, perhaps. But also… human," Kendra countered. "You were his first, Paige. And it's only natural to feel… possessive."

"Possessive?" Paige scoffed. "I'm not possessive."

"Aren't you?" Kendra asked, her eyes sparkling. "Ever since Becca swept him off his feet, you've seemed rather adamant about winnin' him back. In fact, I think one of the last things you said about him before comin' here was somethin' about how you were so much better than Becca for him."

Paige sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. "So, what? I'm supposed to choose between… self-destruction and… self-abasement?"

"Or," Kendra suggested, her voice soft, "between chaos and control. Between… vengeance and… victory. It's all 'bout perspective, Paige. And the choice, as always, is yours. Well, the audience's, but I'm asking you to choose which one you want."

"I guess...I guess I'll go with Anarchist," Paige threw up her hands in resignation. "Seems better to me than becoming a mess by these people, especially Sara, who are easily gonna trigger the other two."

"Seems like your rivalry is quickly shifting from Becca to Sara, how interestin'," Kendra mused. "Well, Lauren, onto you, let's look at what's on the table for your transformations!"

Lauren Cook:

Out On The Streets: Lauren will have to come out of her damn room every once in a while (at least once every two days) and show off her body to a minimum of two other people she comes in contact with. For each person beyond the first two that she shows off to, she will get a small bonus amount of BP. (Lax)

Ripple in Time: No longer will Lauren have all of her emotional baggage that she's afflicted with. Time will be rewinded to before she met her abusive boyfriend, and she will now be thirty years old in this alternative reality where she never had a boyfriend, got her shit together in life, and has been living comfortably for the last several years. (Random)

Leatherbound: Lauren might look good in leather. Well, whether she looks good in it or not isn't gonna be her problem anymore, because this transformation makes it so she can no longer wear anything BUT leather on the outside. (Alt)

"Now, once again, which one would you p-" Kendra started.

"Ripple in time," Lauren interrupted quickly.

"Really? That easily?" Kendra asked incredulously.

"Why not?" Lauren prompted. "Seems the best to me. The last several years have been a train wreck and this just...undoes everything."

"Right, well consider what happened to Lana here," Kendra tried to sow dissent. "She had her history rewritten to what many might consider as better, and-"

"Doesn't change anything," Lauren stopped her.

"Doesn't change anythin'?" Kendra repeated, her voice laced with a hint of surprise. "Surely, you must see the… potential pitfalls. Rewritin' history is no small feat. And as Lana discovered, sometimes, the… alterations… aren't quite what one expects."

Lauren shrugged, her gaze fixed on a distant point. "I've had enough of 'expectations'," she said, her voice flat. "I've had enough of 'potential pitfalls.' I just want… peace. I want… a chance to start over."

"...well, I guess that's that," Kendra said after a couple seconds. Just...don't get mad at me if one of the others gets chosen. Now, Charlotte, your turn!"

Charlotte Miller:

Can't Stop, Won't Stop: Charlotte will know when her current sexual partner is close to orgasming, and her body will hold off on her own orgasm until the other person has. (Girls' Girl)

**** Housewife: So, Charlotte likes cooking? Well now she's REALLY gonna like that, and cleaning, and basically everything else that a stereotypical 1950s housewife does, because every time Turner compliments her for any of those duties, she will feel a rush of arousal. (Stepford)

Center of Attention: Charlotte will increasingly feel the need for the attention to be on her, whether that be on a date, making an important statement, or just in everyday life. (Cheerleader)

"Any of these in particular strike your fancy?" Kendra prompted.

"The second one..." Charlotte started. "That sounds suspiciously close to messing with my sexuality. Giving me a rush of arousal when a guy does something to me? How's that going to work when I'm not sexually attracted to him? No offense, Turner."

"None taken," Turner neutrally responded.

"Ah, but that's the beauty of it, darling," Kendra purred, her eyes twinkling. "It's not about sexual attraction, per se. It's about… positive reinforcement. A simple compliment, a word of praise, and you'll feel a delightful… surge."

"A surge?" Charlotte repeated, her brow furrowed. "Like… a jolt of energy?"

"Somethin' like that," Kendra confirmed, her smile widening. "A feelin' of… satisfaction. Of… accomplishment. And, of course, a little… arousal. Of course, you felt that earlier this week, courtesy of Lauren."

Charlotte blushed deeply, remembering that point in the week when Lauren transferred her arousal, resulting in...an encounter between herself and Paige.

"Think of it as… encouragement," Kendra continued to pry. "A little… push in the right direction."

Charlotte's eyes narrowed, her voice laced with skepticism. "Towards… domestic servitude?"

"Domestic bliss," Kendra corrected, her smile never faltering. "Imagine, Charlotte, the joy of creatin' a… perfect home. The satisfaction of… nurturing. The… fulfillment of… pleasing."

Charlotte scoffed. "I'm not in the business of pleasing anyone, necessarily. I'm in life to… have fun. Explore."

"And explore you shall," Kendra said, her eyes sparkling. "But remember, Charlotte, exploration can take many forms. And sometimes, the most unexpected paths lead to the greatest… discoveries."

"Discoveries," Charlotte repeated, her gaze drifting towards the other transformations. "Like… knowing when someone's close to… you know?"

"Indeed," Kendra purred. "Can't Stop, Won't Stop. A gift of… synchronicity. Of… shared pleasure. Imagine, Charlotte, the… intimacy. The… connection."

"Connection," Charlotte murmured, her eyes widening slightly. "That sounds… nice."

"It is," Kendra confirmed, her voice soft. "But remember, Charlotte, every connection has its… responsibilities. And sometimes, those responsibilities require a little… sacrifice."

"Like… holding back?" Charlotte asked, her brow furrowed.

"Precisely," Kendra said, her smile widening. "A selfless act of… devotion. A testament to your… generosity."

"Generosity," Charlotte repeated, her gaze shifting to Center of Attention. "And what about… attention? That sounds… exciting."

"Exciting indeed," Kendra purred. "Imagine, Charlotte, the spotlight. The… adoration. The… power. To command the room. To captivate the audience. To be the… center of the universe."

Charlotte's eyes started gleaming. "That sounds… amazing. But also exhausting, and I don't necessarily want to be that girl, y'know? The one who can't stop focusing on herself."

"A valid concern," Kendra acknowledged, her smile softening slightly. "Balance, Charlotte, is key. Even the brightest star needs its moments of quiet reflection, lest it be...blinding"

"Blinding," Charlotte murmured, her gaze drifting back to the list. "So, it's… domestic bliss, selfless devotion, or… blinding stardom? Honestly, out of those, I'd choose 'Can't Stop, Won't Stop'. Seems like the least of three evils."

"None of them are evil," Kendra corrected. "Simply...in different people's wheelhouses. Ultimately, though, it's not up to you to decide. Movin' onto Abby! You got quite the boon for helpin' Emma out in the challenge, but some of that boon will be diminished following the...events surrounding Becca's elimination. However, I'm a generous host, so not all of your transformations will be bad. Take a look for yourself."

Abigail Reed:

Advanced Placement: Abby seems to be a little inexperienced about sex. Wouldn't it be nice if there was a transformation she could get that would make her more knowledgeable about it? (The Perfect Girlfriend)

Nothing I Haven't Seen: Abby is practically Turner's roommate, so she will have little qualms with being nude or near-nude around him because they basically live together. It's nothing he hasn't seen before! (Homewrecker)

Mind, Body, and Soul: Putting that psychologist training to work, eh? Abby will now be able to train herself differently, eventually learning and being able to make minor (and temporary) mental and physical changes to herself. (Adventurous)

"Gee, I sure wonder which of these is the so-called bad transformation," Abby rolled her eyes.

"Again, as I've asked everyone, which one would you prefer?" Kendra posed.

"Well, I'm obviously not going for the second one, because...that seems a bit wrong," Abby dismissed. "As for the other two though..."

Abby trailed off, her brow furrowed in thought. "Advanced Placement… that's… intriguing. I mean, knowledge is power, right? And, well…" she trailed off again, a slight blush creeping up her neck.

"And, well?" Kendra prompted, her smile widening slightly.

"And, well, I'm not exactly… experienced," Abby admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "So, maybe… maybe some… knowledge would be helpful."

"Helpful indeed," Kendra purred. "Imagine, Abby, the… confidence. The… understanding. The ability to… navigate the complexities of… intimacy."

Abby's gaze drifted towards the other transformation. "And Mind, Body, and Soul… that's… different. Training myself? Making changes? That sounds… intense."

"Intense, perhaps," Kendra conceded. "But also… empowerin'. Imagine, Abby, the… control. The ability to… shape yourself. To mold your… reality."

"You're giving me control of that sort of thing?" Abby asked incredulously, her eyes gleaming slightly. "After the first-round transformation where you molded my body to Turner's preferences?"

"Hey, I told you that devotion to your fellow harem members'd be rewarded," Kendra remarked.

"Rewarded with… more control?" Abby asked, her voice laced with skepticism. "That's…odd for you to give out."

"Perhaps it is," Kendra shrugged, her smile never faltering. "But also… fair. You've proven yourself capable, Abby. You've shown… initiative. And now, you're being given the opportunity to… further your potential."

"So, it's… knowledge or… self-mastery?" Abby asked, her gaze drifting back to the screen. "Or… whatever the second one is."

"The second one is… acclimation," Kendra corrected, her voice smooth. "A natural progression of… familiarity."

Abby scoffed. "Right. Because being… comfortable… with nudity around Turner is exactly what I need."

"It's a matter of… comfort, Abby," Kendra said, her eyes twinkling. "And in a place like this, comfort is… key."

"Key to what?" Abby asked, her brow furrowed. "Key to… winning? Key to… surviving?"

"Key to… enjoying the experience," Kendra said, her voice soft. "To… embracing the moment. To… letting go."

"That's… easier said than done," Abby rolled her eyes, her voice laced with skepticism.

"Indeed," Kendra agreed. "But remember, Abby, every transformation is a… choice. A chance to… redefine yourself. To discover new… aspects of your being."

"New aspects," Abby murmured, her gaze lingering on Advanced Placement. "Like… knowledge. Like… understanding."

"Precisely," Kendra purred. "A chance to… expand your horizons. To… explore the depths of… intimacy."

"If I must choose..." Abby began. "I'd choose the third one, probably. I know it says it's only minor and only temporary, but it seems like it would be the best for me."

"Fair enough," Kendra nodded. "Passing up control seems out of character for you. Now, we're getting to the losers of the challenge last week, starting with Emma!"

Emma Green:

Dainty as a Flower: Anything that requires strength aside from reasonable everyday activities? Emma's gonna need some help with that, as she will now have very little strength of her own. (THIS WILL NOT BE IN EFFECT DURING CHALLENGES) (Porn Logic)

Unpredictable: Every round, Turner will be made aware of ten random words, two sets of five. If he, or another contestant, says any of these words around Emma, she will either orgasm on the spot or not be able to orgasm for 24 hours, depending on which set the word is from. If a non-orgasm word is said, and then an orgasm word is said within the same 24-hour period, the orgasm word will override the other word. (Wildcard)

Dependent Variable: Emma will find it difficult to make important decisions on her own and will seek out the advice of ideally Turner, but she can settle for the advice of one of the other girls on occasion. (Young)

"So...you're punishing me by doing poorly in a challenge by giving me a transformation to continue to do poorly in challenges?" Emma asked.

"Did you...did you even read the second part?" Kendra exasperatedly retorted.

"Oh...whoops," Emma giggled softly.

"Just...which one do you want?" Kendra asked after a dramatic sigh.

"Okay, okay," Emma said, her eyes scanning the list again. "So, I'm either… weak as a kitten, or… I'm a walking orgasm trigger, or… I can't make my own decisions? Seriously?"

Kendra sighed, a long, drawn-out sound. "This is what happens when you lose a challenge, Emma. Choose wisely."

Emma rolled her eyes. "Wise choices don't seem to be my forte lately," she muttered. "But… 'Unpredictable'… that sounds… interesting. Chaotic."

"Imagine, Emma, the… suspense," Kendra purred, her eyes twinkling. "The… excitement. The sheer… unpredictability of it all."

Emma's gaze started drifting towards the other transformations. "And 'Dependent Variable'… that's… just great. Make me even more constrained."

"Constrained, perhaps," Kendra countered, her smile never faltering. "Or… supported. Think of it as an opportunity to… seek counsel. To… gain wisdom. To… strengthen your connections."

"Connections," Emma scoffed. "Or… clinginess. I'm not exactly looking to be… needy."

"Needy is a matter of perspective, darling," Kendra said, her voice smooth. "Some might say it's… ****. Others might say it's… trusting. And others might say it's… a natural part of… growth."

Emma's lips pressed into a thin line. "Growth through… dependence? I don't think so."

"Then you'll choose 'Dainty as a Flower'," Kendra said, her voice nonchalant. "A chance to embrace your… femininity. To rely on others for… strength."

"Rely on others?" Emma repeated, her voice laced with skepticism. "That's… not exactly my style."

"Style is… fluid, Emma," Kendra countered. "And sometimes, a change of… pace can be… refreshing."

Emma scoffed. "Or debilitating. I'm not exactly thrilled about being… helpless."

"Helpless is a matter of perspective, dear," Kendra said, her eyes twinkling. "Some might say it's… graceful. Others might say it's… delicate. And others might say it's… a chance to… learn your limits."

Emma sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. "So, it's either… weakness, chaos, or… neediness?"

"In a nutshell," Kendra confirmed, her smile widening. "A rather… diverse selection, wouldn't you agree?"

Emma stared at the list, her mind racing. "Unpredictable," she murmured again, her voice barely audible. "That's… the least… awful."

"The least awful," Kendra repeated, her smile never faltering. "Or perhaps… the most… intriguing. The most… exciting. The most… you."

"Me?" Emma raised an eyebrow. "How is… random orgasms and...non-orgasms… me?"

"Because it's… unpredictable," Kendra said, her voice soft. "And you, Emma, are nothing if not… unpredictable. You're a… **** of nature. A… whirlwind of energy. And this transformation… it simply… amplifies that."

Emma hesitated, her gaze fixed on the list. "But… the words. How does that even… work?"

"Ah, the words," Kendra said, her eyes gleaming. "Those are the… key. The… trigger. The… catalyst for chaos."

"Catalyst for chaos," Emma repeated, her voice laced with a hint of amusement. "Sounds about right."

"Alright, and now that's all dealt with, onto you, Lana," Kendra refocused. "Our last-place finisher, and voluntary receptor of three **** transformations."

"I'm not a voluntary receptor of anything," Lana scoffed. "Again, like Kathryn said earlier, this is still your fault."

"Yes yes, whatever you say," Kendra dismissed. "Let's see what your options are!"

Lana Teller:

Camgirl: Every movement that Lana does from now on will be sexualized, including striking feminine poses. (Gamer)

Online Model: Lana will be **** to wear revealing outfits 24/7 now. No more hiding that new, hot physique under those baggy clothes she's had for the last five years, she's getting a whole wardrobe makeover. (Gamer)

Sweet Caroline: Mandy always wanted to have a(nother) daughter, but it never came to fruition. Well now, Lana has a sister (Caroline) who will compete alongside her, go on dates with her, and in general be her plus one for basically everything. Isn't that so sweet? (Rewritten)

"Great, now you're gonna take away the gift you gave me of having my own actual clothes?" Lana sputtered.

"Oh, Lana, darling," Kendra said, her voice dripping with syrupy sweetness, "you make it sound so… unpleasant. Think of it as… another gift. A chance to embrace your… feminine side. Fully."

Lana scoffed. "My feminine side? You mean… your idea of my feminine side. Which is apparently… hypersexualized and… exposed."

"Maybe think of it as… liberated?" Kendra raised an eyebrow, her smile widening slightly. "Think of it as an opportunity to… celebrate your body. To… embrace your sensuality."

"Sensuality," Lana repeated, her voice laced with sarcasm. "Right. Because being **** to… sexualize every movement and wear… revealing outfits is the epitome of sensuality."

"It's a matter of perspective, Lana," Kendra countered, her eyes twinkling. "Some might say it's… empowering. Others might say it's… captivating. And others might say it's… exactly what you need to… come out of your shell."

Lana clenched her fists, her jaw tight. "I don't need to 'come out of my shell'," she hissed. "I need to be left alone."

"But darling, you're not alone," Kendra said, her voice soft. "You're surrounded by… opportunity. By… excitement. By… transformation."

"Transformation," Lana scoffed. "You mean… violation. You mean… control."

"Control is a… powerful thing, Lana," Kendra countered. "And sometimes, it's necessary to… guide people towards their… true potential."

"My true potential?" Lana repeated, her voice laced with bitterness. "My true potential is to be left the hell alone."

"But where's the fun in that?" Kendra asked, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Where's the… growth? Where's the… drama?"

Lana glared at Kendra, her eyes blazing. "I'm not here for your drama," she said, her voice sharp. "I'm not here for your games."

"But you are here, Lana," Kendra said, her voice smooth as silk. "And you will… play. Or you will… suffer the consequences. As you've found out this week."

Lana's shoulders slumped slightly, a flicker of despair crossing her face. "So, what? I'm supposed to choose between… **** sexuality and… **** exposure?"

"Or," Kendra suggested, her voice laced with a hint of mischief, "between embracing your… inner vixen and… gaining a loving… sister."

Lana's head snapped up, her eyes wide with disbelief. "You're really going to… rewrite my family history again?"

"Family is… important, Lana," Kendra said, her voice soft. "And Mandy… she's always wanted another daughter. A chance to… nurture. To… guide. To… love."

"Love?" Lana scoffed. "You think I want… **** love? You think I want… a fake sister?"

"Fake?" Kendra raised an eyebrow. "Or… real? Caroline will be as real as you are, Lana. She'll be there for you. She'll support you. She'll… be your family."

Lana stared at Kendra, her mind reeling. "This is insane," she whispered.

"Beyond insane!" Mandy stepped forward. "You're playing with a hypothetical life here! You say she'll be as real as Lana is, which means you're quite literally toying with life and **** in this transformation!"

"Mandy, I understand your… concern," Kendra proceeded carefully, with a hint of warning. "But I assure you, my transformations are… carefully crafted. There's no… life or **** at stake here."

"Don't patronize me, Kendra," Mandy snapped, sharply. "You're talking about creating a person out of thin air! A person who will have memories, experiences… a life that never existed! That's not 'carefully crafted,' that's reckless! And it's morally reprehensible."

"Morality is a… subjective concept, Mandy," Kendra sighed. "And here we prioritize… entertainment. And let's be honest, the addition of a new contestant, especially one with a pre-existing relationship with another, would certainly provide that. Think of it as...a second chance. A chance to have that family you always wanted.

"A second chance?" Lana scoffed, tears welling up. "You mean a second manipulation! You're not giving us a family, you're creating a puppet! A puppet to control me, to… to make me… fit your mold!"

"Think of it, Lana," Kendra dropped down to Lana's level to look into her eyes. "A loving sister. Someone to share your burdens, to celebrate your victories. Someone to… understand you. Isn't that what you truly desire?"

"I… I don't know what I desire anymore," Lana whispered, barely audible. You've taken everything else away."

"Don't listen to her, Lana," Mandy stepped between the two of them. "She's trying to manipulate you. She's trying to break you down. You're stronger than this. You can resist her."

"Very well. If you're both so opposed… then you better hope that the audience...shares that sentiment," Kendra responded darkly. "Let that be a lesson to everyone here. This...is what you risk by not participating. Now, onto our new contestant, Anastasia. To keep on par with everybody else here, you're going to be getting three transformations. Now, you'll also receive the average of everybody else's VP so you don't start this competition behind, but let's go over those transformations first!"

Anastasia Volkov:

Acrobatic Affection: Anastasia's body will become much more flexible when around Turner, and being put in difficult poses will cause her arousal to grow much faster. (Gymnast)

Party Planning Committee: When Anastasia is partaking in any activity that may constitute a "party" activity, nearby girls will feel an urge to join in with her. This could be anything from just drinking at the bar to making out with Turner. (Party Animal)

Whisper of Mata Hari: Anastasia will regain her Russian accent, and speaking with her Russian accent will cause people's arousal around her to grow. Words spoken entirely in Russian will double this effect. (Exotic)

"'Russian' is considered exotic?" Kathryn offhandedly asked.

"I'm also...not from Russia?" Anastasia remarked. "I was born in the United States. It's my mom that's Russian."

"That don't really matter here," Kendra countered. "That's more...semantics in the grand scheme of things. Let's move on to your second set..."

Leotard Lust: Anastasia will only be allowed to wear leotards around Turner, and the more skin her leotards are showing, the more aroused she becomes. (Gymnast)

Summer Olympics: Once a round, Anastasia will be able to organize a competition between the contestants who will all be able to bet BP, with the winner earning all of the VP bet. (Party Animal)

It's Getting Hot in Here: Anastasia will gain the ability to manipulate the temperature of the room. When she raises the temperature, the other contestants will be compelled to remove clothing. When she lowers the temperature, they will seek out her body heat. Turner will be affected by this. (Exotic)

"Any brief thoughts about any of these?" Kendra asked.

"So...with both of the Party Animal ones... those will play off of each other, right?" Anastasia asked for confirmation. "These don't exist in a vacuum, obviously."

"Precisely," Kendra confirmed. "We've seen plenty of transformations play off of each other already. Now, onto the third set..."

On Thin Ice: When Anastasia is on any narrow surface, her inhibitions lower, and she will become very flirty. This can include table tops, railings, or even people's shoulders. (Gymnast)

Sobering Reality: Anastasia will no longer be drawn to **** as she has been for most of her college life. She may, however, slowly start developing a new addiction out of her desire for sexual release. (Party Animal)

Matryoshka's Embrace: Anastasia's consciousness fragments, creating multiple "selves" within her mind. Each self embodies a different aspect of her personality. (Exotic)

"That last one..." Sara started, worried. "Will that give her Dissociative Identity Disorder?"

"Heavens no," Kendra waved. "She'll be able to control which one comes to the forefront of her mind at any given time. Trust me, some of these transformations may come off as 'too far', but that's a line we here at Harem Hotel are unwilling to cross."

"Meanwhile, gender-bending is just a normal Tuesday for you?" Lana criticized.

"Listen, just because it's not something...I'm getting away from the point here," Kendra dismissed Lana's comment. "Anyways, those are the transformations currently up for the audience to vote on. I can't forget Anastasia's VP. And...since the average is pretty skewed by Paige and Sara, we're gonna kick that down a little to 15, so there you go!"

Joined the Competition Late: +15 VP!

"I also can't forget the popularity poll, everyone's source of BP here," Kendra continued. "Becca, since you're not a contestant anymore, you won't get any BP for your placement, but you're still included. Furthermore, for the date night rankings, Becca and obviously Anastasia are omitted. And Lana...because your date night was used to deliberately undermine me...with your knowledge...your date night points will be halved."

"But..." Lana protested.

"No buts," Kendra interrupted. "Think of it as more of your punishment for not participating last week and knowingly rebelling this week. Ah, and I almost forgot, Lauren, for wearing that cheerleader outfit for five days, here is your reward!"

Lauren: 1850 BP -> 3100 BP
Wore a Cheerleader Outfit for 5+ Days: +3 VP!

Voting is now closed for this round