Tête-à-Tête

Round 4 - Monday - Day of Yaz’ date

Marcos had followed Beatriz and Erica to the Master suite. He loved her, but Beatriz sure knew how to get herself in trouble. Erica smiled as she turned to face them all, “Welcome my pets. Ok before we get started I want to go over some ground rules, ok?” Marcos nodded, he couldn’t speak after all. “Ok first of all, punishments aren’t my only transformation. I also have a magic pussy. It will taste amazing but is also slightly addictive. I don’t want anyone going through withdrawals after I leave so nobody eats me out more than once, ok?

Next, I should have asked before, but it seems like you two are fairly open in your relationship? Beatriz seemed pretty eager, but I can still stop this if it’s going to cause problems.”

Marcos tried to speak, but he couldn’t. Of course Beatriz couldn’t either. Luckily Mali was there too. “Sorry Mistress, they can’t speak, remember? They do have an open relationship, everything is ok as long as there are no secrets. Beatriz is sleeping with Eric but Marcos is not. Beatriz also likes to play with pretty much everyone.”

Erica slapped her forehead, “Fuck. I am stupid aren’t I? Sorry, I totally blanked on that. Mali, how do I get Marcos to speak again?”

“Oh, just give him permission. Permission can be given and revoked anytime with him.”

Erica smiled, “Marcos, you have permission to speak. Oh Beatriz, you too I suppose.”

Marcos looked up at her, “Beatriz and I have an understanding. Like Mali said, as long as we don’t have secrets. When we are alone Beatriz always dommes me, but together we are both submissive to others. Mali is a sex **** of course, so feel free to use all three of us as you want. As far as limits, don’t make me and Mali do anything together. Mali would be happy to, but I am just not comfortable with it. Beatriz, anything to add?”

“Hmm, oh. Ya. Marcos has a super long tongue, he can basically fuck you with it like it was a dildo. Be sure to try it. Oh and those chains he has are magic. He can’t touch them, but you can easily tie him up in all sorts of fun ways. Just touch them to anything while imaging it staying there and it will. Oh and Mali as part of her sex **** transformation is basically invincible. I mean, like, do absolutely anything to her. You could even use her as a punching bag if that’s your thing. She would love that.”

Mali nodded, “She’s right, Mistress. Please use me however you see fit. I’m yours to command.”

Erica smiled, “Ok…I'm not sure that's what Marcos meant but thank you. Marcos, about Mali…are you ok if she participates, just keep her away from your pussy? Like if I had her spank you, or tie you up, or made you cane her?

Marcos considered it. Mali was almost like a sister to him, or even more than that. At least she was before she became a ****, but still. He just couldn’t bring himself to want to do anything sexual with her. He tried to picture Mali domming him, it still felt a little weird but as long as they didn’t have to touch each other's pussies he was ok with it, “Ya. That would be fine.”

“Perfect and does your permission to speak work with conditions? Like if I said, you couldn’t speak except for a certain word?”

“Yes, you can give me time limits, or limit my vocabulary, or give me a trigger to talk again.”

“Excellent. Marcos, your safe word is ‘Mango’. You no longer have permission to speak except for the word Mango. Beatriz, no magic for you, but same deal, got it?” Beatriz nodded. Erica turned to Mali, “You my dear ****, you have permission to say whatever you want. I want you to help me top these two.”

Mali grinned, “Yes Mistress. That would make me very happy.”

Erica smiled, “Then let’s start with the reason for us being here. Marcos, Mali get over here and take my clothes off. Beatriz, crawl forward.” Marcos got up and helped Mali remove Erica’s panties, shirt and bra. She really was quite beautiful, he could see why Beatriz was so eager. “Now Beatriz you have 5 minutes to make me cum or else. Marcos, Mali I want both of you to edge yourselves. Do not cum without my permission.”

“Yes Mistress.” Mali shouted and immediately dropped to her knees to masturbate. Marcos got down too, he watched Beatriz dive forward to lick Erica. Beatriz might not be on his level when it came to cunnilingus, but she had been getting lots of practice since their transformations. Still, Erica almost seemed bored. He lost track of them as he had to close his eyes to focus. He didn’t want to stop touching himself without permission, but he was close to the edge. He was almost about to lose it when Erica called out.

“Marcos, Mali, stop.” He pulled his hand away. “Beatriz, you failed. Too bad you won’t get another chance to prove yourself, I don’t want you getting addicted. Oh right, I should have told you,” Erica grinned and winked at Marcos, “I actually have total control over my orgasms, you had no chance to win. Oops. Mali, how do you suggest we punish her?”

Mali grinned, “Well Mistress, you’ve already had her edge. I would keep that up, keep teasing her without letting her cum. Making her service someone else or letting her cum would be exactly what she wants.”

“Thank you Mali. I’ll leave you in charge of that. Keep her on edge as long as you can.” Erica walked over and lied down on the bed, “Marcos, come here and let’s see if you are any better than your future wife.”

Marcos stood up and climbed onto the bed. He was just about to have his first taste when Erica stopped him, “Wait. This isn’t quite right.” She sat up and grabbed the chains dangling from his wrists. She pulled them behind him and locked them together, then locked them to his collar. “There, that’s better. Hope you’ve been doing your crunches, I don’t want you just flopping on top of me.”

It was substantially harder with his hands behind him, but he was able to manage. He bent over and started to tease her. He knew now that she could cum whenever she wanted to, and could resist as long as she wanted. He couldn’t just dive in, he had to make her crave his touch. He started with light kisses on her thighs, moving to touches of her slit. He slowly pushed his long tongue inside her, but then went back to kissing. She was right before, she tasted absolutely divine. He didn’t even know if he could describe the taste, but he knew he wanted more of it.

Slowly he went faster, trying more and more to actually make her cum. He used his transformed tongue to his full advantage, pushing it into her moist snatch. On one particular deep dive he heard her moan, “Oh yes, right there.” He felt her hand on the back of his head. She pulled him forward and he lost his balance. She held him tight against her, “Stop teasing me and make me cum!” He gave her his very best effort. Soon he felt her whole body shaking and she screamed out her orgasm.

He kept going and she allowed herself to cum again and again. Finally she pulled him away and smiled at him, “Ok. You win Marcos. Beatriz is a very lucky woman. Let’s go see how she’s holding up.” - - - - - -

“What just happened?” Eric asked, confused. Susan was lowering the helicopter down now.

Yaz smiled, “Well I didn’t want to betray my old memories by visiting The Islamic Republic. So that’s not where we are. I spent a whole bunch of BP to send us back in time. Welcome to Tehran, 1971. It’s going to be a quick visit.” She opened her bag and pulled out a dress, “In this time period they are moving towards Western Fashions, so I don’t need to totally cover up or anything. But my current outfit would be a little scandalous.” She quickly changed into the dress. A simple sundress with a floral print. It was a slim fit which looked great on her, but exposed no cleavage and went down to her knees. “We’ve only got an hour like this. Let’s hurry.”

As soon as the copter had touched down Yaz opened the door and hoped out. It was early afternoon and swelteringly hot. She heard Eric get out behind her. Turning around she grabbed his hand and pulled him along.

They'd landed right in the middle of the street. Of course their arrival had triggered a crowd of onlookers but for whatever reason they seemed to leave them alone once they were on their way.

“It's so different from what I imagined.” Yaz told him.

“Different? Don't you remember it?”

Yaz shrugged, “Not like this. In 71 I was still a kid, but more than that those memories are somewhat faded. Like a movie you saw a long time ago. Growing up in my new reality I never imagined it looking like this.”

Yaz looked around as they walked. It wasn't paradise, she knew that. It had problems underneath the surface, inequality, corruption, religious tension. The revolution doesn't spring from nothing. Still, there were women walking alongside them. In Western dresses, with makeup on, laughing and giggling without any men around them. They had more freedom today than they will in 50 years.

“So how much time do we have,” Eric asked, “Anything particular you want to see?”

Yaz shook her head, “No. I just wanted to be here. We don't have much time, let's just walk.” Eric nodded and they held hands and walked along the street. Eventually they found a park bench and sat down. “Eric…,” Yaz paused, unsure if we want their date to take this direction or not. No, she should say what she wanted now, before it was too late, “Eric are you happy?”

“Huh?” Eric seemed taken aback by the question, “Well I am surrounded by beautiful women who want to have sex all the time aren't I?”

Yaz shook her head, “You didn't answer the question.”

“Of course, I am happy…Right?” Eric didn't sound too sure of himself.

Yaz gave a soft smile, “Back when I was Yazmin I had everything. Money, fame, power, respect. But I wasn't happy. I told myself coming here and getting my youth back would fix everything. That being young would be enough. It was at first. I spent time just lounging by the pool, drinking cocktails, hanging out with Beatriz and the others. That happiness didn't last though. As times progressed I've fallen right back to where I was as an old woman.

I realize now that I need something more. Something different. No, not just one thing. There is so much more that I want. I want a career where I feel as if I'm doing something meaningful. I want to fall in love. I want to have a family.

I'm not saying this to put pressure on you, I'm saying it to help you. Are you really happy? Is having us throw ourselves at you for VP really enough for you? Are you happy as the third wheel, or fourth, or fifth? Are you happy to be marrying Trinity tomorrow? Is that really what you want?”

When Yaz was done Eric was silent for a while. Then he looked at her and smiled, “Thank you for sharing with me Yaz. I want all those things for you too.

You asked if I'm happy…I don't know. Do I enjoy the dates I'm having? The company of all these women? Yes, definitely. Does that make me happy?

Sometimes I wonder if I'm enough. These transformations have made everyone else's happiness my responsibility and I'm worried I'm going to let them down. That self doubt really eats away at me. Do I[ want to marry Trinity? Yes…and no. What Stephanie showed us with her simulation, that future, I want that so badly. What's happening tomorrow…it's something else.

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What I love about Trinity is her passion. She treats every experience like it's special. She dives straight into adventure. She makes every moment together amazing.

If I give her that ring tomorrow everything is going to change. Her personality might change. She won't be able to pursue her own passions anymore. I'm afraid it might break her.”

“Then why give it to her at all?” Yaz asked.

“She wants it. So badly. She wants to marry me and also doesn't want me to give the ring to anyone else. If I love her, don't I have to let her make her own choices?”

“Loving someone doesn't mean giving into every decision they make. I get it, you are the Master but you are afraid of becoming THE Master. You don't want to dominate us so you try to make everything our choice.

But things are too messy for that. You know there is a fuckton of room between never making any decisions yourself and making all of them yourself. Didn't you talk about this with her? You are running out of time.”

Eric sighed. He put a hand on his head, “I did. We did. I guess it's just pre-wedding cold feet. We did talk it over. I want to marry her, she wants to marry me. She wants this exit transformation. To save others from it, to save me from having to marry someone I don't want to. She wants it so she's the first wife. She wants it because she'd be in charge of the household. She wants it because she already feels that way about me. I'm just worried. What if the personality change is more profound than we think?”

Yaz nodded, “Ya. It's a gamble. It sucks. Well, maybe you won't have to worry about two out of control sex fiends anymore, just Beatriz.”

Eric laughed, “You think it bothers me that she wants to sleep with everyone?” He shook his head, “Before coming here I was strictly monogamous. I'd never considered cheating, or trying an open relationship. But the reality of this show means no I can never be that way again. From the moment I met Trinity, monogamy was impossible.

At first I wanted her, and others, to explore with each other because it would be very hypocritical of me otherwise. But it turns out I am more than ok with it. Maybe I'm sexist and only think it's ok because I'm the only man involved, but I think it's hot when she sleeps around. She likes to tell me about it. Teases me with the details. Fuck, she even begs me to watch.

That's part of her personality I'm worried will disappear. It's not that I love her because she's promiscuous. She's promiscuous because she's always living life to the fullest.”

Yaz understood a little of what he meant. Unlike herself she was pretty sure Trinity was actually happy. Trinity just had a way of making everything seem awesome. She grabbed his hand, “I get it. But I think you are worrying about nothing. What about Stephanie and Mali? Stephanie maybe learnt a little humility and Mali got really horny, but aren't they still fundamentally themselves?”

Eric considered it, “Well. Ya? Maybe. It's hard to talk to either of them, I'm not sure how much they've changed.”

Yaz was about to reply when she heard the helicopter closing in. She checked the time, “Oh no. We gotta go.” Susan brought the helicopter down in front of them and they hurried on board. As soon as they were inside Yaz ripped off her dress as it became forbidden once again.

As Susan brought them up she looked out the window in time to see the jump to the present. The shift was obvious, but Yaz decided not to keep looking. She turned her head back towards Eric and smiled, “Thanks for coming along with me.”

Eric smiled, clearly distracted with his own thoughts, “Of course Yaz. I'd do anything for you.”

As the helicopter whisked them off to their next destination, Yaz silently wondered if that were true. - - - - - -

Trinity looked at herself in the mirror. She was trying on her wedding dress with Alexandra. “What do you think? She asked.

Alexandra smiled, “Gorgeous, Eric is one very lucky man. I've gotta ask though, what are you doing with your hair? Are you just going to put it in a bunch yourself? Or do you want something more professional? I'm actually pretty good if you want me to try some things, but it's going to be difficult. “

Trinity turned to her friend, “Thank you for the offer, but I already have a plan. A few BP gets me a new style without leaving me a quivering mess. I do want your help though, I wanted to pick out a new pair of heels.”

“Oh well I guess I'm you gal then. I don't imagine you want to borrow any of mine?”

Trinity laughed and shook her head, “No. I like being able to walk, thanks.”

“Too bad. You'd look killer in my black boots. Ok, how about these?” Alexandra pulled up a pair from the BP shop on her phone.

“Wow, those are perfect.” Trinity said, gushing over them.

“What can I say, I'm an expert.” Alexandra paused for a moment, then looked over at her friend, moments of silence passed while she worked up her courage, “Do you really want to go through with this wedding? It's not too late.”

Trinity was shocked, she thought Alexandra of all people supported her. She'd agreed to be her Maid of Honour after all. Even if she couldn't remember what it was at first, she'd been thrilled when Trinity explained it. “What? Of course I do. Why would you say that?”

Alexandra stood firm, “It's not the wedding. It's the exit transformation. Obviously I'm happy for you to get married. I love you,” she gave Trinity a look, “Platonically, don't get any ideas,” smiling, she grabbed Trinity's hands, “Look. I want you and Eric to be happy together. I just don't want to see you eliminated. I don't want to lose you.”

“I'm not going anywhere, I'll always be here for you.” Trinity squeezed Alexandra's hands, trying to reassure her.

“Sure you'll be here, but will you be you?”

Trinity tried to remember exactly what the transformation description said, then she smiled, “Of course. I'll always be me. I'll have a new fashion sense I suppose, but I'd look good in anything. Oh don't give me that look, everything is going to be fine. Even better once you wise up and marry him too and we can be sister wives.”

“What? Don't try to turn this around to me, we're talking about you! Besides, I'm not really marriage material. I'm a liar, and a thief, and fuck, might as well own it, a whore. Guys don't marry girls like me.” Alexandra let go of Trinity's hands and sighed.

Trinity put her hands on her hips, “Hogwash. You might have been those things, but you aren't anymore. Eric doesn't care who you were. He cares who you are now and who you can be in the future.”

“Hogwash? What is a hog and why would you wash it? Also you're right that I can't steal anymore, but I'm still a liar and what is having sex for VP if not being a whore?”

“Nevermind the hog. I can't believe you'd say that. First off I happen to know for a fact you didn't start getting physical with Eric for VP, you’ve always wanted him. Second it's not the same at all because this twisted game show is nothing like real life. Third who the fuck cares? Not me. Not Eric. Not anybody who matters. Have sex for whatever reason you want. Your body belongs only to you. I would never judge you for that and neither does Eric.”

Alexandra was quiet for a minute, then Trinity noticed a tear streaming down her face. She moved in and hugged her friend. Alexandra started to sob, “I'm sorry. It's just…I don't know. All that time, escorting, stealing, fucking around. I hate myself for it. I was really just running away. That's what I've done my whole life, run away when things get difficult. Even worse, I ran from Eric. A sweet guy who really cared for me. If I had stayed…if only.”

“Well you are done running now. Figuratively and literally. If only? If you want to know what would happen if you stayed still this is your chance. Be real with Eric. Be real with yourself.”

Alexandra wiped a tear away, “Figure what? Nevermind, I get what you are saying. You're getting married tomorrow, are you asking me to seduce your husband?”

Trinity smiled, “No, actually I'm not. Of course I would love for you to fall in love with him like I did, marry him, fuck him senseless. But maybe that's not in the cards for you. I might be a little magic, but I can't tell the future. Being real means to stop putting up walls. Stop letting your past hold you back. Show him who you are now, find out who he is, see if there is something there.”

Alexandra pulled Trinity in for a big hug, “Thank you. You're going to make a great head of household. Good luck keeping Mali in line.”

“Mali?” Trinity laughed, “She's just a ****. No, the real trouble is going to be Beatriz. And Jenny. Those two have real self control issues.”

From the corner they heard Sarah's voice speaking flatly, “Ha. Ha.” Trinity turned to see Stephanie there with her tablet. She pressed a few more buttons. “Pot. Kettle. Black.”

Alexandra looked confused, “I know what all those words mean and I have no idea what you mean Stephanie.”

Trinity laughed, “Oh, hogwash Stephanie. I have plenty of self control. I just choose not to exercise it.”

Stephanie and Trinity laughed while Alexandra just stood there confused. Eventually Trinity would explain it, but she knew Alexandra would agree with Stephanie, so for now this was more fun.

Stephanie tapped out another message, “Almost. Time. Hurry. Up.”

“Right, let's get you out of the dress,” Alexandra said moving to help, “We've got somewhere to be.”

“What? Where are we going?” Trinity asked.

“Wait. See. Fun.” Stephanie said, moving to help Alexandra. Trinity knew better than to push it so she let them help her out of the wedding dress and got ready to go. - - - - - -

Isla slumped down on the couch. With her current bondage there wasn't much she could do so she decided to just veg and watch TV. She’d just managed to grab the remote when the door opened and Valerie walked in. Valerie avoided looking her in the eyes as she made her way over.

“Hey Val, what's up?” She asked.

Valerie sighed, “I just feel awful. I messed up again. I don't know why I'm always so selfish.”

“I don't know about that. Sure you sometimes make bad choices, but so does everyone. You were raised by a very selfish man, but still you've turned out pretty good don't you think?”

Valerie shrugged, “I guess. My father could make anyone look nice in comparison.”

Isla shook her head, “That's not what I meant and you know it. You are young, we all make mistakes. You've been working on being a better person and it shows. Just keep at it.”

Suddenly Valerie laughed, “Oh my God. I'm being lectured on being a better person by Isla!”

Isla frowned, “What's so funny about that? Oh, well I guess it is a little funny. I suppose I can say that because we are both working on it right?”

Valerie nodded, “Right. Thanks. Let's promise,” Valerie grabbed Isla's pinky finger with her own, “Pinky swear. We are going to help each other become better people.”

Isla smiled, “I swear.”

“Then on that note…I had some ideas for your magic dice…” Valerie said sweetly.

“Uh huh, and how is forcing me to risk transformations being nice?”

“Just hear me out. I, well Valen, used my cheat to reset the repeat performance penalties for Yaz. You won't get to 100VP just sucking his cock or whatever you haven't done yet. I could reset them, but I need VP. Or you could even reset them yourself.”

Isla nodded, “That's true….how much do you need?”

Valerie frowned, “That's the tricky part. For Yaz it only cost 10000 BP, but it says I need 30000 for you. No explanation why it's more.”

“That's a lot. Probably need a very high roll. Why should I risk it? I could end up with dozens of transformations before success.”

Valerie sounded exasperated, “Cause I don't want you to get eliminated obviously. They'd be temporary right? I don't know how else to get a ton of BP. The wheel is gone, so is the slot machine. The golems all turned me down.”

Isla pursed her lips, “Right. I understand, thank you for your concern. Actually…I bet the slot machine is still here.”

“What, it can't be. We've been all over.”

Isla shook her head, “The lowest level. Servant quarters, kitchens, mechanical room. We never go there.”

Valerie bolted upright. “Let's go.”

Isla had a harder time getting up but with some assistance they were soon underway. They found nothing in the servant quarters, or the kitchen, but tucked away in the mechanical room was their prize.

It was a little dirty, but Valerie wiped it off and turned it on. Isla stepped up to play but Valerie held her back, “Let me try. I want to help.”

Thanks for playing Harem Roulette by Bimco ®

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Please make your selections

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What do you want to play for

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BP or VP? : BP

How much do you bet: 20000

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Oh it looks like you don't have that much to wager. Continue on credit (Y/N)?" Y

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Warning failure on credit will generate a random transformation. Transformation severity and duration depends on debt accumulated.

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Odds of winning 42%

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Pull when ready

Steeling her nerves she pulled the lever. Lights flashed and music played….

You lose. Current balance -20000 BP. Credit limit reached. Applying temporary transformation.

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Nickname - Valerie likes her full name, and only her full name. Now nobody can remember it except her. Everyone will come up with a nickname for her. Last until end of season.

“That's not so bad right V?” Isla asked.

“V?! Argh. Fine. Not that bad. I'm trying again.”

Thanks for playing Harem Roulette by Bimco ®

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Please make your selections

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What do you want to play for

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BP or VP? : BP

How much do you bet: 20000

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Oh it looks like you don't have that much to wager. Continue on credit (Y/N)?" Y

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Warning failure on credit will generate a random transformation. Transformation severity and duration depends on debt accumulated.

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Odds of winning 42%

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Pull when ready

Steeling her nerves she pulled the lever. Lights flashed and music played….

You win. Current balance 20000 BP. Play again?

She needed enough to help Isla, she adjusted her bet to 10000 and tried again. “YES! I won!” Valerie did a little dance in celebration.

Valerie 0 BP -> 30000 BP

Valerie pulled out her phone and bought her present.

Valerie 20000 BP -> 0 BP

Isla smiled, “Thanks V. Means a lot. Actually, I might try it myself.”

Thanks for playing Harem Roulette by Bimco ®

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Please make your selections

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What do you want to play for

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BP or VP? : VP

How much do you bet: 5

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Odds of winning 42%

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Pull when ready

“Wait, you really want to bet VP? Very risky…” Valerie warned.

“I'm a gambler at heart after all.” Isla pulled the lever.

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You lose, current balance 57 VP play again?

Isla didn't hesitate; she pulled the lever again.

You win, current balance 62 VP. Play again?

Isla was about to try again when Valerie stopped her by putting her hands over Isla's.

“Isla, please stop. You know how this ends. With those odds eventually you end up at zero. Sure maybe you get lucky a few times in a row, but it's not going to work out. You've got the opportunity to get a few more VP from Eric now. I'm not sure if that's enough but we can get you pretty close. There's still the competition.”

Isla nodded, she knew V was right, “Ok. You're right. Thanks.”

Valerie smiled, “Let's go find the others. It's almost time for the stag and doe after all. We have to be ready.”

Valerie grabbed her hand and led her away.

Sarah was glad Trinity had finally asked for help. While she had no experience planning weddings, her role as manager had given her plenty of knowledge on organization.

Plus planning Trinity's wedding would give her ideas for her own. She'd already talked to both of them about what they wanted and it was a relatively simple affair. Trinity had no family, and Eric wanted just a small Harem only ceremony for now. He didn't want to bring his family into things quite yet.

She'd been busy planning out how much BP they'd need and who would buy what when she was surprised by Ciela. “Hello dear, hard at work I see. Quite the bill you're preparing.”

Sarah nodded, “Yes. I think we can do it though. Just spread it out with everyone's BP and we are almost there.”

“True, but there are still a few days left and I don't want everyone to feel they have to donate to Trinity and Eric. How about this, I'll pay for everything on your list right now.”

Sarah looked up at Ciela, shocked. “Really? What's the catch?”

Ciela smiled, “No catch. Consider it a wedding present. You'll find all those items free in your BP store now. Happy planning.” With that she was gone. Sarah sighed in relief, things just got a whole lot easier.