The first two rooms

Catherine cast a quick look around as she pushed Wilhelmina inside their room. There was a bed, a bedside table with a cellphone on it, and a wardrobe on each side of the room, as well as thick looking closed curtains facing the door, probably covering a window, and a door on the right wall.

"Is it alright if I leave you here?" Asked Catherine as she pushed Wilhelmina beside one of the beds. The other woman let out a huff before answering her. "Yeah, it's fine." Catherine then checked the bathroom. It had a sink, a mirror, a shower, and a walk-in bath big enough to fully submerge oneself with room to spare, which she guessed made sense considering Wilhelmina's transformation requirement.

"Would you like me to draw you a bath?" Catherine asked as she went back into the bedroom. She was a little surprised to discover that Wilhelmina had moved closer to one of the wardrobe and was taking out a nightie. The wheelchair-bound woman cast her quite the venomous glare at the question, shortly followed by a terse "No." She then rolled herself back to the bed and climbed up on it before starting to change clothes.

Catherine let out a sigh as she made her way to the other bed, thinking back on her roommate's introduction. From what Circe said, her accident was only a few months ago, so it must still be a touchy subject. It would explain the hostility at least.

As she disrobed, only keeping on her shirt and panties, Catherine finally found herself with the opportunity to really think about the changes she went through. Thankfully, her body wasn't altered as drastically as Jared's or Alex's, though Catherine can't help a small smile at how the latter seems to be enjoying her changes so far before shaking her head and focusing back on herself. Honestly, she doesn't mind her new curves at all, though she could have done without gaining a bit of weight as well. Maybe she should start exercising? The rest of her changes are more concerning, but maybe she could pretend it's some kind of costume? Though she might have a hard time explaining how her ears and tails are moving on their own.

Still, it could have been worse, as both of her other choices for her transformation could have had a real hard time during the winter by virtue of being a plant and a snake. Sure, Circe might have been kind enough to mitigate the issue, but she's glad to have avoided it altogether.

Once they're done changing clothes, Catherine turned off the light before following Wilhelmina's lead and going to bed.

"Goodnight."

"Whatever."

Bethany followed a grumbling Jared in their shared room, the short woman still having had to hold up her pants so they didn't fall off. Once inside, Jared immediately went to the wardrobes, finding her own on the second try, and took out some clothes before going to the bathroom.

Seeing as she was alone for the moment, Bethany decided to take the opportunity to change clothes for the night as well, only to interrupt herself at how silent her roommate was. She let out a sigh before switching out her work clothes for a plain white shirt and a pair of sweatpants, though she still took the time to ask. "Hey, are you alright in there?"

"Uh..? Oh, yeah. It's just... I'm cute." Bethany rolled her eyes at Jared's answer, though she could understand that seeing their new body for the first time might be shocking for the imp. Her sensitive ears finally picked up the sound of cloth moving through the door as she sat on her bed and decided to check her provided phone.

She had some time to think while she was browsing the phone's content, and the situation she found herself in is far from one she would like. Even disregarding being subjected to the least dignified of her choices, she still has been whisked away to who-knows-where to participate in some strange show and had her body altered for Circe's, and ostensibly the viewers', amusement, with further alterations in the future. And going against Circe isn't an option. The woman casually changed everyone's species, including her own, among more subtle shows of power. Bethany can only shudder at the thought of what she would do to disobedient contestants.

And then there's Marcus. Sure, the slime woman may not seem too bad, but Bethany noticed a few concerning details about the Master. The fact that they not only knew, but chose the season's theme, how they calmed down from meeting Jared by being reminded of said theme, or how eager they were when the choices were presented, at least until Circe got to their own. All of these mean that Marcus knew what would happen, or at least had a pretty good idea. And now they're all stuck here until three contestants manage to get to 100 VPs by participating in challenges and pleasing them?

She was brought back from her thoughts as she found a specific folder among the rules : the wish. Selecting it, she was a little surprised when it opened, seeing as Circe said she couldn't talk about it yet, and her eyes widened as she read. Anything she wants, short of unbinding a contestant from the master, killing someone, reversing the fate of an eliminated contestant, or targeting the host, so long as what she asks for fit in a short sentence? Now that seems useful. Sure, learning that being part of Marcus' harem was permanent from the moment she was selected was bad, but there might be a loophole she could exploit there. She'll just need to find it and get the wish...

Bethany sighed at the thought. Unlike what some rumors circulating about her said, she got her position through hard work, not by nepotism or sleeping around. Still, if she wanted to get the wish, then she might have to do so with Marcus.

Bethany looked up from her phone as Jared got back in the room, now wearing a black t-shirt with what might be a very stylized skull and black tracksuit pants. She arched an eyebrow at the imp's outfit, though considering her own choice of clothes, Bethany chose to talk about something else.

"You know, you seem quite calm about your transformation. I thought you would be more vocal about it."

Jared rolled their eyes before answering with a deadpan look. "Tch, yeah, sure. Because you really think that Circe will change me back if I complain about it? She'll probably just make it worse to shut me up."

"Touché." Bethany answered with a nod as Jared went to bed, before turning off the light and slipping under the covers as well.