You hear the bell ring

Your place is not hard to miss. Ever since you got your girls, you've been living in a massive mansion built on a sprawling gated estate just on the edge of the city. Your change in housing was driven by practical need - you need space to keep your girls, their food, their clothing and "clothing", the toilets and showers, and all the other non-obvious upkeep costs for how many ever people you own. Just because you sit on someone does not make them immune to the faults of the human body, even though some girls like Mary have pulled off really weird maneuvers that you would have once argued weren't physically possible.

You actively had to hunt for a way to get a place like this, eventually picking up a wealthy widow and her daughter who gave you everything they owned - with no husband and no sons who could have been screwed over if you took their land, it'd been a pretty guilt-free deal. Their money - life savings, trust funds, college expenses, and all - now goes to all the costs for stuff you can't charm women into giving you for free.

Even though this place isn't hard to miss, your date is about fifteen minutes late. When you hear the bell ring, you open the door fully, and grin at her. She's all dolled up, in an expensive-looking coat, red dress, and heels, with a face so full of makeup that even someone like you who doesn't know what foundation is still notices. She's still attractive, but she looks like she's trying to fit into a box that she doesn't match - like showing up in a goth outfit at an office party, or at a 20s throwback party in a swimsuit.

"You look gorgeous", you say, because that's what a man is supposed to say to a woman trying to dress up for him.

"I know", she replies, smug as shit. She steps into your house, onto your Welcome Mat, whose breath is **** out in the form of a pained squeal as Rosa's heels dig into her back. You feel a tiny bit bad for the girl you both are stepping on, so you step inside a little further; unfortunately for her, before Rosa comes in with you, she takes off her coat and hands it to your Coatrack. The girl who's your Coatrack is bound at the feet, her ankles tied to a weight so heavy she can't move them, but she still has enough arm mobility to just barely reach the coat. It nearly slips from her fingers when she grabs it, as if she's surprised by how heavy it is, but she does manage to grab it. Her hand draws back, and she assumes a stiff position, which she'll hold until Rosa comes back for her coat. Welcome Mat gets a bit more heel during this exchange, as when Rosa turns to hand over her coat she grinds said heel into the girl's skin, but eventually she gets the weight off her back too as Rosa enters your mansion.

Well, you felt a tiny bit bad, but not that bad - both women had volunteered to be these furniture pieces when you'd taken their mansion in the first place.

"Sweet digs", Rosa says. "I mean, everyone says that, but I actually really like your taste in decor." As she's talking, you pass further into your massive house, passing quite a few pieces of... furniture... that she doesn't express any surprise at. In fact, there's one Plate whose body you covered in cookies as you brought them out of the oven, since you know bitches love a man who can bake; when you both pass her, she reaches out and shamelessly grabs one off the Plate's right breast, leaving behind only melted chocolate on that girl's bare nipple. She bites into it, and - "Wow", she says. "This is -", she stops talking and then slowly takes another bite. "- Really good", she lies. You'd meant to put that Plate away, since the batch you'd made was too disgusting to serve to a date, but apparently you'd forgotten, and apparently your date is willing to make you feel better about them anyway.

While you think about how embarrassing it was to leave those out, Rosa turns to you. "So, uh - what exactly are we doing? I mean, I know we're hanging in this house, but what are we doing while we're here?"

Well, it's reasonable that she'd ask. This house had plenty of options. You could always play darts or board games. Her profile mentioned she liked both. Or you could head to your massive private room and watch a movie. Or just lounge around at your pool and eat.

You haven't suggested it to her yet, but you'd already decided beforehand that you guys would be -