Sierra

Your super fan Sierra was the final to arrive. She didn't crawl or slink like Bridgette, nor did she march with stiff purpose like Ava. She burst into the tent, her eyes wide with a kind of manic reverence, clutching a worn notebook to her chest.

"Master! I'm here! I brought my notebook with many weaknesses of the other campers. Cody is such a simp for Gwen, Harold is loser for any woman that looks his way." She beamed, her cheeks flushed with exertion and sheer devotion.

You couldn't help but chuckle. "Always prepared, aren't you, Sierra?"

"Anything for you, Master! Your victory is the only acceptable outcome! My own survival is secondary, a mere footnote in the epic saga of your reign!"

You patted the spot of sleeping bag between Bridgette and Ava. Sierra practically vibrated as she scrambled to take her seat. All three gorgeous women stare at you.

"Why don't we compare breasts ladies?" You ask in a nonchalant tone.

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