Party 1, Part 1: First, You Take The Dough And You Spin It, You Spin It

Jenny

Jenny should be grateful for even having some clothes here. She is trying her best not to be too picky about them. But, damnit, these are not clothes you wear to a party! I need to impress that girl and I can’t do that with this!

Jenny pouts a little at the bathroom mirror. Outside of the clothes, she looks... good. Sure, the wood texture of her skin and the green lips will take some getting used to, but her beauty has been restored. She was even able to borrow some makeup from that Tessa girl to give her that pop. It feels a bit wasted on a plain white T-shirt and grey drawstring pants more appropriate for sleep than a night out on the town, but she wants to look her best.

With a sigh, she joins the others. That Andromeda girl is in a graphic T-shirt and a pair of jeans. No makeup. She has this air about her like she is completely unconcerned about putting on a good impression. The Tessa girl has put in more effort, a silk blouse with maybe one too many buttons done and a skirt that flares out a bit more now than she intended. At least she did her face.

The maid is smirking in the corner. Jenny tries not to stare. It is so weird how the staff are people. I’m so used to the creepy clown dolls Binky had.

She must have made a face, for Tessa asks, “Are you okay? You had a really big day; I am sure that Mona would understand if you...”

Jenny tries to reassure her, “No. No, I’m fine. I need to make a good first impression. That’s all.”

Tessa puts a hand on her shoulder, noting, “You’ll be alright. Mona generally means well. She’s sometimes a little rambunctious about things and sometimes doesn’t think things through, but she’s not going to reject you.”

That is some cold comfort. There is a world of difference between not being rejected and being a person at the end of the game. Watching what Bob did to my friends showed me that.

Andromeda seems to be a quiet one. Jenny barely noticed that the arcanist android was attempting to leave. The girl stops and notices a poster on the door. She considers it, just to reply, “Well, that is much less whimsical than Bella’s bounty board...”

The three of them gather together to read it.

The poster is not even labeled as a bounty board. It’s split into daily and Week 2 sections. The daily section is first, which at least provides a little context:

Arcane casters orgasm upon hitting 0 SP.

• 5 BP – Intentionally use all of your SP
• +5 BP – …Hit 0 SP while in public.
• +10 BP – …While Mona watches.

The “Week 2 Bounties” section second:

• 20 BP – Successfully complete your first dungeon delve.
• 25 BP – Earn Level 5.
• 50 BP – Hit 0 SP by using magic during sex with Mona.

I’m screwed! Jenny shivers.

“Hey, Jenny,” Lyra says, “Bounties on this season aren’t first come, first served. And, here, have your goodie bag before you two go.”

Jenny lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Again, it feels weird to let it out, like her whole skin is her lungs. She pulls out this rectangular metal and glass thing. “What’s this?”

“A cell phone?” Andromeda answers, sounding incredulous.

Jenny starts to rotate the phone. “Whoa. It’s such a strange shape. Way too flat. Where are the number buttons?”

“When were you kidnapped, if you don’t mind me asking?” Tessa asks.

“1997.”

“It’s 2046 back home. You’ve been gone for nearly 50 years. Things have changed,” Andromeda states.

Fifty years back home? Gawd! I thought I was already a little messed up by being a table for a century. I didn’t realize that I am that far out of the loop!

Soothing touches on the small of Jenny’s back gets her out of her head. Tessa notes in a whisper, “It’s okay. You’ll be fine. We are here to help. Just take it one step at a time.”

Jenny stumbles to put the bag and the phone into her inventory. She’ll deal with it (and the existential dread that comes with it) later. For now, she needs to put her game face on. She’s got a second chance and she’s not wasting it.

Kevin

Rooming with Winter is going to be interesting...

Kevin has been ready to go for the last ten minutes and Winter is still preening. The hu-cow has not gotten the full picture, but Winter looks healthier. The drow has some muscle definition now. Kevin is enjoying the look of Winter without a top on.

The maid assigned to the Winter Room walks in, a bunny-girl with obviously black dyed fur, goth makeup, and several piercings. Winter greets her as she enters, “Oh, hey there Delilah!”

“For the last time, Winter, I am Raven Nightshade, Mistress of Darkness!”

“Mama Tina is going to be so hurt that you won’t let me use your real name,” the drow states, deadpan.

“Well, she should have given me and my bunny-sisters more than, like, five names. Do you know how annoying it is when you share a name with 8-10 of your sisters in home school?”

“Yes. Indirectly. You are the third sister to come up with that exact name to get around Mama Tina’s quirk, by the way.”

“Raven” fumes, pouting. It’s almost cute. The maid places Winter’s welcome bag a passive-aggressive distance away and starts to hang up the bounty board:

The poster is covered with stickers of black birds. Instead of a title, it merely leads off with “Raven Nightshade, Mistress of Darkness, commands:” The daily section is first, just like how Winter had it:

• 5 BP – Perform a sex act
• +5 BP – ...With someone new
• +10 BP – ...While your S.O. watches.

The weekly section second:

• 20 BP – Successfully complete your first dungeon delve.
• 25 BP – Earn Level 5.
• 50 BP – Have a threesome with Mona.

Kevin does not feel the need to antagonize the maid, but he still feels compelled to ask, “So, those bounties weren’t influenced by our conversation downstairs at all, Raven?”

Winter turns around to look, then snorts, “Hey, my sexy bull, I am fine with ignoring most of those dailies. I mean, we’ll still do a variety of stuff together for the easy one, but following those ground rules of yours is more important than some extra pocket change.”

Kevin stares at Winter’s face, not so much to check for deception, but more to drink in the sight. The subtle use of makeup really works for the drow. Kevin asks, once he can manage, “And we get the big weekly payout on my date with Mona?”

“That sounds like a good plan. So, should I go with a dress shirt and pants or a nice dress for tonight?”

“Honestly, cocktail dress? I think you look good in a dress.”

Winter smirks as the drow walks to the wardrobes, “Oh, I feel like I will look good in anything tonight.” Winter pulls out a black sleeveless dress with the hem just above the knee. The drow holds it to display it, asking, “You like?”

Kevin nods. Winter slips the dress on, turning around to display the zipper. “Little help, my sexy boyfriend?”

Kevin feels a little conflicted zipping Winter up. His good boyfriend side wants to support Winter; his burgeoning gentle domme side wants to scoop Winter up, skip the party, and take the dress off instead. Still, the drow wants to get to know everyone a little better.

Winter spins around and gives Kevin a brief peck on the lips, tutting, “You’ll maybe get to take the dress off when we retire for the evening. Come now. We have a party to go to. Delilah, no going crazy over the yaoi action. Later!”

Winter laughs, dress swishing, as the drow gently pulls Kevin out of the Winter Room. The bull can’t help but think, Rooming with Winter will definitely be interesting...

Mineko

Life has been confusing since Mineko has been found by her owner. This room seems too small for one with such grandeur as her Owner-Mona. And it seems like there are no chains under the bed to secure herself to! What, outside of her utter devotion, is supposed to keep Mineko from trying to run away?

Her fellow slaves also seem very poorly trained. For example, fellow **** Gaia had the nerve to text back a reply questioning Owner-Mona asking about “vegan cheese” (whatever that means) when Mona sent out a text declaring that she was “throwing a pizza party for everyone” (whatever that means). Mineko finds it odd that Gaia even has a phone.

Gaia squats down to talk to the cat-girl again, “Hey, wanna get out from under the bed and get ready for a party?”

Mineko scoots closer, asking, “What is a party?”

Gaia switches to Sylvan, “[You know, a party?]”

Mineko understands, emerging from under the bed, “Oh, of course! Owner-Mona is summoning us to assist her attempts to entertain guests! What tasks does she have for us? Carrying food and drinks? Dancing for her guests? Provide oral sex? I want to be useful!”

“To go and enjoy the party?” Gaia responds, sounding confused. The shifter is already getting dressed for it, readjusting her shirt to hold her expanded breasts.

Mineko looks at Gaia, confused. The party is for us? Why would Owner-Mona want to entertain us?

“Do you have party clothes? You know, something other than your armor?”

Mineko walks to the wardrobe with her name on it. Owner-Mona has named me! She opens it while answering, “I don’t know. I have not been trained to ‘go to a party.’ What do I have that would work?”

Gaia goes through her few outfits. Mineko’s cuffs and arm binders and chastity gear are all apparently unacceptable for the occasion. The shifter asks, “Do you really not have a single piece of actual clothing?”

“I guess not? Why would I need clothing beyond what has been given to Owner-Mona for my use?”

“You know, you are ALLOWED to have things for you.”

The idea of having things confuses Mineko. She cocks her head. Gaia sighs and scritches Mineko’s ears. The sensation feels so good that she starts purring.

“Well, let’s go downstairs and see what Mona has planned for us.”

The ear scritches and head pets continue as the two of them head downstairs. Most of the others seem to join them as they walk through the second floor.

The first group are the trio in the Autumn Room. Jenny in a white T-shirt and grey pants. Tessa in a blouse and a skirt. Andromeda in a T-shirt and jeans. Mineko’s half-blissed out attempts to reassure Jenny does not seem to reduce her nervousness all that much.

The heavy stomping of Kevin, also in a T-shirt and jeans, approaches them from behind. Further still, Winter, in a dress, follows. The two greet everyone, the latter fishing for compliments.

Trainer **** Tegan is waiting in front of this thing called an “arcade,” wearing track suit pants and a T-shirt with a cute bakeneko on it. Inside, it sounds like Ootah is already entertaining Owner-Mona. Mineko starts to go on hands and knees, as is proper for a **** before her Owner, only for Gaia to grip her upper arm firmly.

“Don’t crawl unless Mona asks you to or you are flirting for the bounty. She’ll want you to show some self-respect.”

Gaia keeps her grip, so Mineko doesn’t crawl. It feels... wrong to walk upright in Owner-Mona’s presence. It’s almost as if I am supposed to be a person? That can’t be right.

Owner-Mona greets, “Hi, guys! Thanks for coming! I got us free play on all the games here for the evening, plus pizza coming soon! Yes, Gaia, I made sure they have a vegan pizza for you, but they don’t have vegan cheese. I hope that’s okay. Jenny, Mineko, did either of you have a diet thing I need to know about? I asked and the pizza should be safe for everyone, but...”

Mineko doesn’t understand the question. Jenny does, replying, “Oh, no weird diet for me. I’m just glad to get to eat something after so long.”

Mineko looks to Tegan and Gaia for clarification. The former seems oblivious to the problem; the later whispers in Sylvan, “[Sorry, there isn’t a word for it in Sylvan, but Mona is talking about food.]”

Mineko shrugs. She never had to think about food before. The academy trainers would give her a ration of **** gruel whenever it was eating time.

Owner-Mona smiles, “Okay! Have fun and I’ll come check in with everyone!”

As the others mostly scatter, Mineko is frozen in place, confused by Owner-Mona’s order. What does “have fun” mean? Gaia starts petting the cat-girl again, and she basks in the touch, not paying attention to the murmuring conversation the two of them have. Owner-Mona gets more pets in. When the pets stop, the cat-girl is alone with Owner-Mona, who is staring deep into Mineko’s eyes. Mineko tries to sit to her knees, only for her owner to grab her arm. “No. None of that, my beautiful little Mineko.”

Her lip quivers. Is Owner-Mona rejecting me? Then, Mineko’s world explodes into a hug. The cat-girl nuzzles into Mona, trying to mark her with her scent. A purr rumbles in her chest and it comes out. Her tails loop around Mona’s legs, refusing to let go.

Mineko: +1 XP (Hugs for Mistress!)

“You may be mine, Mineko, but not like that. I want you to understand that; I NEED you to understand that. This whole harem thing is hard enough without my cute catgirl maid thinking she isn’t a person.”

And the quest is generated. She doesn’t understand how or why, but the existence of a new order fills Mineko’s mind, “Uhm... O-ow-Mona, what just happened?”

“Check your phone?” Owner-Mona replies.

“I don’t have a...” And, suddenly, a phone appears. In the text app, there is a message from the Host-lady: “You need this; you shouldn’t have refused it from Summer.” The other notification says:

Mineko’s Week 2 Quest: Accept your place in Mona’s harem.

Reward: A free ASI.

What does this mean? Am I somehow resisting my enslavement? I should be better!