Sorry! Getting on with it now.

On the top of a hill, overlooking the small and absurdly remote town of Cliffport, an aging mansion sat in harsh defiance of the relentless rain that had battered down upon it for near on a week. Weirdly shaped and disturbingly sturdy, this brutal piece of Gothic architecture almost loomed over the town that had been well known for its rains, over the top of the loose collection of buildings that consisted of the town. Once, long ago, it had been popular and full of life, the only port in to the small Isle of Crying Sky, the only stop on an otherwise impossible journey by boat between two major continents. Now with planes and modern ships, Cliffport had become all but a relic held by a curious remainder, the only buildings remaining under the constant and torrential rain being those worth keeping. The current storm had been pelting down for almost a week without break or end, having given the villagers barely enough time to dry their socks from the last one.

As coincidence would have it, it was the exact night that the storm had started once more that a small seaplane had dropped the town's newest residents off. They were the newest heirs of Wickerwisp manor, having inherited it (along with a tidy sum of the local currency) from an incredibly old and surprisingly distant relative. The two girls, Red and Bleu, saw it as their chance to escape the clutches of parental love and care, Red having been the inheritor and Bleu being simply too close to part from. It wasn't until they were halfway across the ocean in the tiny plane that they realised what they were getting into, the storm effectively locking them in to both the island and the manor.

Red, a young woman of twenty years, sat at the edge of an old and dusty couch, regarding the cold grey clouds with vivid green eyes. Her face was framed by vivid red hair, straight and long, reaching down almost to her knees at the back and terminating in neat bangs at the front. She was tall and a little lanky, her skin pale and her bust modest, covered by a thick woolen jumper over a neat dress, complete with stockings. Despite the circumstances, her face still held a soft kindness, even through the clear mask of boredom plastered over her.

Taking up the rest of the couch, covered with an old blanket, was her best friend and sister-by-everything-but-blood, Bleu. A practical polar opposite to Red, Bleu was short and curvy, with chocolate skin and dark brown eyes. Her hair, a messy tangle of black arranged into a short but thick braid, framed a cutely rounded face twisted into a look of intense concentration. In her hands was a clunky looking old-school video-game controller, plugged into some strange and obscure looking relic of gaming, fingers intensely clacking and bosom softly bouncing as she wiggled to and fro, navigating the unintentionally difficult maze of early gaming.

Except for the rushing weight of the pouring rain and the decrepit beeping of an ancient TV channeling barely newer video games, the room was silent, each girl lost in her own thoughts. They had run out of things to talk about somewhere around the halfway point of day five, today being day seven. Speaking had quickly become on a needs-only basis, for there was simply nothing else to say, without external stimulus. The game, however, intended to provide it.

WIN -- This was all it said, after evading the most frustratingly finicky of foes, struggling with the most sanity-sucking controls and finally defeating the final boss, whom had required many re-runs of the entire game to challenge again, until its pattern was discovered.
"Fuck yes!" went up the cry from Bleu, sitting up with a heave of her chest, barely contained in the thin singlet she wore. Red snapped out of her reverie.
"Red! Red, I fuckin' did it! I beat this stupid game!" Bleu laughed, squeezing her friend with almost unneccessary tightness. She leapt out of the blanket, revealing nothing more than a pair of panties and her shapely legs, throwing her hands up into the air.

Red grinned brightly, rubbing her arm where she'd almost been snapped in two.
"That's awesome, Bleu, but do you think you could be gentler nice time ... ?" Red stood alongside her friend, stretching out. Bleu reached to an old timepiece and hit the button on top.
"It only took me fifty-three hours, twenty five minutes and something like nineteen seconds to beat the game! I am the best at video games!"
"Bleu, that's great, but--"
"Red, I think this calls for a celebration. Let's bust out the victory chocolate."
"Bleu, please, your game--"
"Not now, Red. I've got to find the-- Oh, what is it?"
"L-Look!"

Red pointed to the screen. Where WIN had been so prominently displayed, there now was the image of some wizard-like fellow.
"Huh, that's surprisingly high-quality for a game this old," Bleu looked closer, leaning down to the TV. Her hefty bosom swayed precariously, threatening to spill. As if in reaction, the eyes of the wizard on the screen looked down.
"Heehee! It's like he's staring at your boobs, Bleu!" Red giggled.
With a frown on her face, Bleu moved slightly to the left. The eyes followed her heaving cleavage with surprising accuracy. She moved to the right. The eyes were locked on.
"Dude, is this, like, one of those optical illusions? Where the eyes are following you or whatever?" Bleu looked back at Red, her ass sticking into the air.
"Maybe ... hey, what's that?"

Bleu looked back. A little option had popped up. Well, saying 'option' is perhaps misleading. It was ... something.
DARE YOU ENTER MY MAGICAL REALM?

YES
YES

Red took the controller from where it was sitting on the couch.
"Dude, don't touch that! What if it's a new game plus or something?" Bleu came over, attempting to wrest the control from Red's grip. On reflex more than anything, Red instigated the ancient rite of messing with your best friend, the pair pulling the controller from both sides, pushing each other with more than ample amounts of groping.

Somehow during their struggle, someone's finger had slipped. Now with both of them holding the controller, it was plain to see that they had, in fact, dared to enter the wizard's magical realm. A tinny laugh noise played.
"WELCOOOME ... TO THE REALM ... !" it spoke, harsh and digital. Thunder cracked and the lights went out ... but the wizard's face remained on the screen.