Round 1 Results

“And that concludes our first voting round!” Ava declared with a flourish.

“That’s it?” Robin asked incredulously. “That was, maybe, five seconds.”

“Time dilation,” Ava waved off Robin’s question with a few waves of her hand.

“A very special thank you to everyone that participated in voting. This show wouldn’t be the same without you. Now! The moment you’ve all been waiting for! The results of Harem Hotel: Hollywood Edition’s very first Best Girl Poll!”

As Ava spoke, a short, angular marble pillar began to rise from the black terrazzo floor. A glass bowl was affixed to the top of it, containing an number of small golden envelopes. The Host reached over, and picked out the top envelope.

“And the winner is…” The deep drum roll returned as she made a show of dramatically breaking the red wax seal, and pulling out the paper contained within. Her showstopping smile grew wider as she read the results.

“Samantha Martinez!”

“ME?” Samantha sputtered.

Ava gracefully strode across the stage to Samantha’s seat, reached out and offered the shocked girl her hand. Stunned, Samantha didn’t know what else to do but take the outstretched hand. Ava gently lifted the girl to her feet, and then led her back across the stage to the loveseat Robert was sitting on. Ava gently deposited the girl on the seat next to the Master, who seemed to be determined to look anywhere but at the thick woman now seated next to him. For her part, Samantha could only sit ramrod straight, her eyes still staring right ahead wide in shock.

“Congratulations Samantha!” Ava began a polite clap for the bewildered woman that Chloe hesitantly joined, before she realized no one else was applauding.

“Samantha pulled ahead early and and she maintained a strong lead all the way to the end! Maybe the rest of your girls should use her enthusiasm as an example.” Ava playfully chided.

Samantha’s face was beet red. Robert was nearly leaning over the loveseat arm in an attempt to keep a respectful distance.

“Now, let’s see how the rest of you placed. Samantha won with a whopping 51% of the vote, so it really was a race for second place. And what a tight race it was!”

The projector came to life again, displaying the poll results on the back wall of the set.

Samantha Martinez: 51.4%

Sarah Bridges: 13.5%

Bailey Winters: 10.8%

Cassandra Layton: 8.1%

Robin Levy: 8.1%

Chloe Taylor: 8.1%

“Oooh! A three-way tie for last!” Ava chortled.

“Or a three-way tie for fourth...?” Chloe suggested hopefully.

“Nice try dearest, but either way you present it, you're one of the three least popular girls here.” Ava's smile had developed a hard edge. “Something for you consider over the course of this week. Now, let's award BP and VP for the poll results!”

Samantha Martinez: +5100 BP, +2 VP

Sarah Bridges: +1400 BP

Bailey Winters: +1100 BP

Cassandra Layton: +800 BP, -2 VP

Robin Levy: +800 BP, -2 VP

Chloe Taylor: +800 BP, -2 VP

“You're starting us with negative VP?!” Chloe fretted.

“Yes. Placing last in the Best Girl poll will lose you two points, while placing first with gain you two points.” Ava replied.

“Now on to the transformations! There was some bitter back and forth on some on these, but by the end our viewers made it fairly clear what their favorites were. We’ll go by our newly established Best Girl rankings, starting with our bottom three.” Ava reached back into the glass bowl and drew out another envelope and begun to open it.

“Let's begin with Miss Robin Levy!”

“Fuck me,” Robin responded flatly.

“Put Your Face On and Queen of the Night both finished strong, but they never quite caught the favorite, It's Not a Phase!”

“However as the Host I have some level of discretion in applying transformations. It's Not a Phase was the clear favorite and will be applied, but just to keep things interesting I'm going to use my veto this round to also apply Queen of the Night.”

It's Not A Phase: Robin's hair will turn black, and she'll gain permanent Goth eye shadow. (Goth)

Queen of the Night: From sundown to sunup, Robin's senses, strength, and stamina are greatly enhanced. (Horror)

Robin felt a strange tingling around her eyes and lips. There wasn't a mirror available, so she couldn't see her new permanent smoky makeup fade in around her eyes, or her lips change color to match. However, she could pull her hair around, and watched in dismay as it darkened to a pitch black color while keeping it's frizzy texture.

“Damn it...” she sighed. “And that's not how a 'veto' works...”

Ava ignored her as she drew out another golden envelope and opened it.

“Miss Chloe Taylor!” The young blonde woman was sitting on the edge of her seat, her hands clenched and her eyes hopeful.

“Sampler took an early lead, but Play Your Part came clawing back. It the end though, it just wasn’t enough so you’ll be receiving Sampler!”

Sampler: Whenever Chloe hears a fetish, kink, or sex act mentioned that she’s never personally performed before, her arousal will begin to grow. She can only find relief by performing said act. (Corruption)

“Oh no oh no oh no!” Chloe squeezed her blue eyes shut and braced herself...only to feel no different. She slowly reopened one eye, then the other only to discover Ava grinning at her.

“Expecting something more dearest? Don’t worry, you'll be quite aware when you’ve triggered it for the first time.” Ava teased as she opened another envelope.

“Ms. Layton! Your poll featured a particularly tight race between Red Carpet Look and Cleaning Detail. It was a dead heat until the very end when Cleaning Detail won by just two votes. With such a close finish, I think it's only fair that you get both!”

Red Carpet Look: It's been some time since Cassandra walked a red carpet. Now she'll always be ready to. (Fame)

Cleaning Detail: Cassandra has a strong compulsion to keep her surroundings, fellow contestants, and the Master clean. (Homemaker)

Cassandra gasped a small “No!” as her clothing began to shift and change. The oversized t-shirt she was wearing lengthened while simultaneously tightening around her body. It soon took the form of a brilliant, red sequined strapless dress. Her bedroom slippers changed into a classy pair of black strapped heels.

Even more dramatic, was the changes to Cassandra herself. Her long black hair neatened and straightened itself before taking on a graceful wavy side part, running down over her right shoulder. Her unadorned face was soon covered in tasteful, but dramatic makeup, a much more refined look then Robin's. The finishing touch was the ruby red lipstick that made her lips pop.

Robert was right, Cassandra cleaned up phenomenally, but his excitement quickly turned to guilt, as she hung her head in her hands in despair.

“Miss Winters!” Ava proclaimed as she pulled out the next envelope.

“Fuck you!” Bailey spat.

“I knew you'd be looking forward to this! At first, all three of your transformations were neck and neck and neck, but eventually Spendthrift and Look the Part fell behind which means...”

“NO!”

“Yes! Hot Tempered it is!”

Hot Tempered: Bailey's arousal is now tied to her anger. The madder she is, the hornier she'll be. It's possible for her to still get aroused through normal means without being angry. (A Woman Scorned)

“YOU SMUG BITC-MMMmhhh,” Bailey's tirade was broken by a sudden **** moan. She bit her lower lip and shuddered slightly while clenching her thighs together. Her hands grabbed the arms of her chair in a ****-grip.

“Ooooh, so close Miss Winters! Keep this up and you might earn some VP's before we even leave the set today.” Ava moved on, leaving Bailey panting in her seat, eyes closed, trying desperately to calm down.

“Miss Bridges, how does it feel to come in second?”

“A distant second,” Sarah replied, trying not to stare at Bailey fighting her obvious arousal.

“But second all the same!” Ava replied in a sing-song voice. “And I have more good news for you!”

Sarah finally managed to find Ava's eyes. “Improvement Plan won?”

“No. It was crushed, badly. But you're one step closer to that family you've always wanted! You're receiving Biological Clock!”

Biological Clock: Sarah's desire to start a family will now become a deep-seated need. (Breeder)

Sarah gasped. She suddenly felt physically empty. Devastatingly empty. She found her eyes wandering over to Robert. When he happened to catch her gaze, she quickly looked away, confused and embarrassed.

“You can almost hear the pitter-patter of little ones already.” Ava cooed, as she turned away from the line of girls and started walking back towards the loveseat, the final envelop in her hand.

“Miss Martinez! Last again, but certainly not least. Before we reveal your winning transformation tell us, how does it feel to be Week One's Best Girl?”

“I don't...I mean why...but I guess...me?!” Samantha sputtered incoherently, still at a loss.

“Such a way with words,” Ava replied as she unsealed the envelope. “No wonder you're a screenwriter!”

“At first it looked like you're were going to get your wish. Just One More... pulled out to an early lead, but it was eventually overtaken by Knife Ears!”

Knife Ears: Pointy ears are a Sci-fi/Fantasy staple. Samantha gets a pair of her own. Her new ears are also erogenous zones. (Sci-fi/Fantasy)

Samantha let out a mild yelp as she felt her ears being stretched. It was like the tops of them were being pinched by invisible fingers that were slowly but gently pulling them upwards. It was uncomfortable, but not totally unpleasant. She couldn't see them, but she could see the stunned look on Robert's face as he watched them lengthen. The sensation finally stopped, and she gingerly reached up to feel her reshaped ears. Her fingers found the new pointed tips, before they glided down the back of her earlobes. She shuddered at the pleasurable sensation and quickly withdrew her hands, red-faced.

Robert found himself staring as the short, thick girl on the couch next to him explored her new ears. It had been both terrifying yet mesmerizing to watch part of her body literally be reshaped right next to him. Samantha’s ears weren't overly long, his first point of comparison were Vulcan ears from Star Trek, but they were certainly noticeable. He broke out of his trance when he realized Ava was speaking to him.

“Enjoying the view Master?” The semi-sneer was back. “Maybe that's something you and Miss Martinez can explore together on your date this week.”

This time it was Robert's face that turned beet red. If he could scoot over any further, he'd be on top of the loveseat arm. Samantha had her thighs pressed together, hands clasped in her lap, looking for all the world like she'd just been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

“But that's not til tomorrow!” Ava resumed, turning back towards the blinding stage lights. “That wraps up our first transformation round! Thanks again to all who voted, and be sure to tune in to our first full week of the season as our Master gets to know his harem a little better! A week of dates! A week of passion! A week of... secrets?”

“Tune in and find out on Harem Hotel: Hollywood Edition!”

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A note from the Host: many viewers expressed concern about the format of the “Best Girl” poll for Week One. The poll was intended to be a ranked-choice vote, but by the time the mistake was realized, enough votes had come in that we could not, in good conscience, reset the poll. Let us reassure you that the responsible production assistant has been fired, and that going forward all Best Girl polls will be ranked-choice.

Enjoy the show!

~ Ava