Weeks pass...

Over two weeks had passed. After the Athena incident, you and Winry both decided to quit drinking for good. It was just as well, because no amount of **** would help relieve you from the constant dread that loomed over the maidens' hall. An entire fourth of the women had gone missing at this point. They were sent to their performances, and never returned. Some of the women kept venturing into the dungeon. You would be one of them.

You knew that you had to get to the control room. If you didn't, you and Winry would be separated for life. However, you also knew that you'd never make it there without a map. There was supposedly a map on the book that Weiss had found, but she left before anyone had the chance to memorize it or copy it. So, the plan was this:

1. Figure out where the entrance to the dungeon was.

2. Steal a knife from the kitchens, and use it as a weapon to fend off the experiments located within.

3. Find the book, and use it in order to find your way to the control room.

4. Enter the control room, and use it to free the populace.

That was the plan. You had already figured out where the entrance was from a friend of yours. It was a vent, in performance room #24. You were planning on sneaking in there later and hiding the knife to use when you were ready. There was only one problem. A thought lingered in your head.

"Weiss had the book already, so why did she fail?" You thought to yourself. "She said that many people had the book before her, so why did they fail? They had the map, surely they all didn't run into a string of bad luck, right?" Something seemed off, but you couldn't say what. There was some incredibly tricky obstacle in that dungeon that multiple other girls had fallen victim to, and if you were to rescue everyone, you would have to overcome it.

That night, you hid the knife in a drawer in room #24. The plan was to come back to the room after your next performance before anyone notices you went missing. Now all you had to do was wait.

Soon, it became Saturday. Instructions came up on your screen.

"Dear May and Winry. Please come to the doors at your usual times tonight. Wear your swimsuits." You sighed. You used to love your performances, but ever since people started disappearing, you've been finding them harder and harder to enjoy. You opened your wardrobe and pulled out a bikini. It wasn't Winry's slingshot, but your own. You had been given it to keep after a performance involving a sauna setting. It was a pretty sexy outfit colored solid red, that showed almost as much skin as Winry's. Little triangular pieces of cloth, held together with simple strings covered your nipples, while your groin was covered by a regular bikini bottom. You set it out on the table, and pulled out the slingshot bikini as well.

You looked over your shoulder and at the bed. Winry was still laying there, fast asleep. The recent events has put a strain on her. She wasn't entering the dungeon with you, but was planning on causing a distraction to keep you from being found out. You smile, and proceed to change into your day clothes. And so your final day at the Fetish Factory begins.

You say your goodbyes to all the remaining girls. You spend your afternoon watching movies with your girlfriend, and then you spend one final dinner together in her room, and spend your time in each others arms until it's time for her to go.

"Make sure you come back, okay?" Winry says as she steps out of her pants in order to change into her swimsuit.

"I will." You respond. "I won't let your heart be broken..."

Winry smiles, and finishes changing into her swimsuit. Memories of your first meeting and that one night in the pool come flooding back to you. You really can't believe it's been over three months since you were first transformed. It felt like only last week...

You say your goodbyes to your girlfriend, and sit in your room by yourself. With nothing better to do, you change into your swimsuit, and lie on the bed in wait.