Timeline B, or Klotho Makes Technology Work for Her

With all of the power to pluck and strum at timelines, weaving complex pasts into new futures, Klotho lacked even the most fundamental understanding of modern technology, due to her obstinate love of retro-chic aesthetics. She'd nearly figured out the VCR in her private parlor, but a DVD player was beyond her. "Streaming" evoked pictures of rivers in her head. "The cloud" meant nothing more than the sky to her.

All said, she found the process of taking down the tech tyrant a good bit more harrowing than she thought. She'd journeyed into his past numerous times, only to be met with walls or outright resistance. Frazzled, she took her spot next to Extre at the pool, submerging her tasteful half-black, half-white one-piece swimsuit until the pool water came up to her bust-line. Not over her hair, of course. She was the "wears make-up in the pool" type who wants to be photograph-ready while lounging. "I just don't understand it, Miss Extre."

The other woman, clad in a showy pink two piece with a bit of gloss to it and tiny spaghetti straps, shook the water from her long hair, then cocked one eyebrow in a wry expression. "Pools? You're supposed to swim in them. That means you don't do up your hair and you don't put on make-up."

"Not pools. Wanserou's world. That dratted... digital hell-hole."

"Oh right. We were gonna go over there some time, weren't we?"

Extre hadn't retained any of her memories of the outrageous entrapment Wanserou had set for them, nor the way Klotho had pulled them out of it. The red-head didn't feel it was best to divulge how close they'd come to being trapped there forever as sexual toys for all of his gang-banger friends, so she'd omitted the finer details. "Yes, well, I've been hard at work on it already behind the scenes," Klotho sighed, skipping to the important part. "I think he's installed some sort of blocks that stop me from accessing his history and reshaping it to turn him into a new person. Basically, he's stuck with the dreadful personality he has now. It is, as they say, a total bummer, because he does look quite cute as a woman."

"It sounds like there's a lot going on here I don't understand," Extre responded, pushing up from the pool in a dazzling display of her wet, vivacious bronzed body, "but it sounds like it really is like a computer. He's installed 'firewalls' to keep hackers out. He knew he was consulting you for timeline-based crap, so he put in safe-guards to make sure you couldn't rewrite him in the process. He only showed you the parts he actually wanted you to manage, like partitioning off a guest account. It's like he was just letting you in on the guest wi-fi. Makes sense to me."

Klotho's face, usually all poise, held a frown of dull confusion-- she'd started showing off more **** sides to her partner in crime lately, perhaps unintentionally. "Firewalls? Guest accounts? Wi-fi? What is wi-fi?" she questioned, starting to pout a bit.

"Okay, let's go back to the medieval ages then," Extre laughed, tossing her hair again and beginning to braid it over her shoulder with two hands. "I'm saying he's building moats. Castle walls. Stuff to make it so you can't get in his castle."

"The interesting part is that those same blocks didn't exist when I visited his party in another timeline. I was able to access recent history and jump backward," Klotho mused, resting her chin on her arms as she leaned over the pool-side. "I could manipulate him from a time closer to present, but it wouldn't be good enough. He's too far gone. A worthless scum of a man."

"Huh. Let's back up a bit," the blond suggested, scooting her shapely legs and bottom nearer to the pool's edge again and letting her feet hang into the water. "You said there are no firewalls closer to the present time? Why is that?"

"... You know, I'm not actually sure."

"Sounds like something recently caused him to stop putting up the walls! Figure out what that is and you've got him dead to rights."

"You really are quite cunning when you put your mind to it, Miss Extre."

"That sounds like a back-handed compliment. How about you help me re-apply my sunscreen as a reward? And I want you to be real handsy about it this time~"

After sharing a very bisexual afternoon with Extre, Klotho returned to the mansion's extra-territorial realm portal to ponder her next move. Her usual method when she wanted to manipulate someone was to focus on the past. Tweak so many details that the person loses their sense of identity. The "self" is the biggest thing that holds someone back from servitude, after all-- no one wants to surrender that much control, to the point they're more a cog in another person's life than the main actor of their own. For that reason, when it came to timeline manipulation, past was king.

That had made her focus too narrow. She didn't need to find a way to get at Wanserou when he was a baby and play the role of his nanny or something. She just needed to work with what she had: the recent, bizarre twist where Wanserou had started masquerading as a short-stack and finding new ways to humiliate himself daily. The two had to be connected. "That's it... he only behaves this way when those 'walls' Extre talked about are down. It makes sense: he's showing a sort of vulnerability and masochism that's totally at odds with his ordinary character and that likely includes a willingness to have his timeline manipulated. It would be simple enough to manipulate him during those moments, but..."

Also dangerous.

After all, she hadn't quite figured out what happened yet, but she reasoned Wanserou wasn't doing this to himself. Someone else had beaten her to him. If she could find that king piece-- and if that king piece failed to adequately protect themself against the discreet power of her timeline manipulation-- she could have his whole digital realm in the palm of her hand.

From there, it was just a matter of popping in to his realm again and again in what periods were available to her. Sure enough, the theme became evident.

Once, a time where he'd turned himself into that pony-tailed girl, dressed in a fluttering toga-gown, and played on a trampoline in front of all of her party guests, spreading her legs with each tall jump.

Again, a time where he'd become that girl, covered herself in an outfit made of water balloons, and let all of the guests shoot her with water pistols until they all popped.

Another time where she'd had her guests all eat sushi off her naked body, claiming it was "real high end Eastern shit."

Another time where she'd dressed in a loincloth and sumo wrestled them, again claiming it was "real high end Eastern shit."

That was enough of a sample size. The connection was clear: every time she became that woman and her personality became that of a very sexually generous bimbo, the walls surrounding her timeline went down. Those were the times where she could get in and do her dirty work. There had to be something else, though... another common factor. There should be someone enjoying all of this. Perhaps one of his party guests? A single, recurring guest at every party?

There didn't seem to be anyone like that among the largely male attendants there. It was a "hit it and quit it" sort of vibe where they thoroughly indulged in Wanserou's new lifestyle, shot some ropes on the slutty Japanese girl's face or her oversized rear, then left to lay low. They probably feared whatever was going to happen once Wanserou got his senses back, best she could figure. It meant that every party, the clientele was largely new and unfamiliar.

Could it be the servants, then? Unlikely. Most of them avoided Wanserou outright, whether he was the douche-bag guy or the sex-crazed girl. They took each of these welcome opportunities during his sex-change parties to give him as much space as possible and enjoy some time to themselves.

There was only one constant: an uncomfortably stacked, genie-dressed figure who the girl Wanserou often summoned to her side for various purposes. Jenny.srv seemed like some sort of advisor or confidant, but she was treated as poorly and disrespected as any servant in the place. Many times, Klotho had seen this girl, Jenny, get roped into one of Wanserou's performances against her will, and she was certain this genie's life wasn't much better when Wanserou was in his other form during the timelines she couldn't access. In short, she was a damsel in need of rescue. A mistreated worker in need of an exit plan. An underappreciated servant in need of a **** master.

And who was a **** employer than Klotho?

"Checkmate, baby." Klotho flicked over the black king piece of her antique chess-set, the one where she sometimes played against Doyle. He'd defeated her so many times over the years and she found it really gave him a delightful self-confidence boost that made him so much better in bed.

Click click click tick-!

Sighing, Klotho took her spot next to Extre at the pool, submerging her tasteful half-black, half-white one-piece swimsuit until the pool water came up to her bust-line. Not over her hair, of course. She was the "wears make-up in the pool" type who wants to be photograph-ready while lounging. "I just don't understand it, Miss Extre."

The other woman, clad in a showy pink two piece with a bit of gloss to it and tiny spaghetti straps, shook the water from her long hair, then cocked one eyebrow in a wry expression. "Pools? You're supposed to swim in them. That means you don't do up your hair and you don't put on make-up."

"Not pools. Wanserou's perfectly lovely assistant, Miss Jennifer! I don't understand how a god, who ought to be a bastion of reason and rationality as befits their great power and status, could misunderstand the inherent value of one of his hardest workers. It boggles the mind! Don't we gods have a duty to respect and cherish our subjects?"

On her other side, the genie, now re-dressed into one of Extre's spare swimsuits-- a less skin-showing but still very flashy red one with gold buckle straps-- pushed up to the pull-side next to her. She looked quite odd in the pool, given that she sort of floated in the space without the proper friction applied by surfaces or pressure applied by water. She'd gotten a couple of martinis in her and was one-hundred-percent up to the game of shit-talking her employer. "You're so, so right! I mean. I didn't know there were gods like you two, who aren't dicks! You two are so, so chill! All I ever see is Wanserou and his... her... whatever... shitty friends," Jenny hiccuped.

"Well, let's not be too hard on the fellow! He did decide out of the goodness of his heart to let you take some time off for this little soiree of ours," Klotho giggled with her most winning smile. Extre gave a more open, snorting laugh.

"Yeah that was... really weird," Jenny remarked drunkenly, knitting her brow. As the program in charge of all of Wanserou's world security these days, she had the nagging feeling something was off. As the program who received the most shit from him on a daily basis, she decided she wasn't worried about it. "I mean, I'm not looking a gift horse in the mouth. Just... if you know that guy, you know he'd never give anybody time off."

"He does seem different lately, does he not?" Klotho continued, taking a slow sip from her own martini glass and watching silently with white eyes as Jenny aired out her frustrations. Once she'd gotten it all out-- and it was a lot-- she topped off the guest's martini glass and gave a kind smile. "You know, I was just voted in as one of Myth Magazine's top employers to work for. Here at Clockwork Eden, we know how to treat out valuable employees."

"Rub it in why don't you?"

"I'm going somewhere with this. See if you can 'pick up what I'm putting down,' as they say." The goddess took another little sip of her drink, then gave another innocent smile. "I want to help you and everyone in that dreadful place! The digital world... That's the problem. Mister Wanserou's dug himself in there and fortified it as strongly as he possibly can. Even with my power and Miss Extre's combined, we can't really do anything about him on his home turf. And believe me, we want to! This is nothing but altruistic on our part. Who wouldn't see your plight and want to help, my dear?"

Extre nodded enthusiastically, half-buying into what Klotho was saying despite her growing knowledge of the goddess's depravity. She had a few more human bones in her body than Klotho and thought that the sting operation to free Wanserou's mistreated employees really made sense from an altruistic standpoint.

Jenny lowered her eyebrows critically. "It's not that simple. I know it sounds like I could just make Wanserou do whatever I want now-- and it probably looks like it, with how I've been humiliating him-- but I can't. He's blind to the day-to-day but he still understands my performance as a program and the health of his world. I can't fully reprogram him. Heck, I can't even control myself. I don't want to look like this..."

"But with your help, we could reprogram him, Miss Jennifer! It would be so simple. You control basically everything that happens there. If you could put down the firewalls, just enough that I can slip in and Extre can use her dials, we could give that mean, garishly dressed man his comeuppance. You, of course, would have a place among my servants here in Clockwork Eden. You could leave that nasty world behind, dress in finery, own your own car... three square meals a day! Generous breaks! A fantastic health plan and entertainment amenities, of course."

As Jenny's eyes sparkled with hope, Extre cleared her throat. "Ahem. Uh. We're gonna need somebody to take care of Wanserou's world after this is done. There's all kinds of other gods who've got their shit tied up in his and if he suddenly vanishes, they're probably going to come looking for him."

"Ah. Right," Klotho sighed, clicking her teeth and biting her thumb.

Click click click click tick-!

"You, of course, would then have dominion of that world, Ms. Jennifer, keeping the trains running on time and repurposing that technological marvel for good! I know you're sick of the place now, but imagine what it could be with you to right the ship! Clockwork Eden and Jennifer's Digital Paradise, running in conjunction, with me managing timelines and you managing technology! Not a soul would complain that you'd usurped Wanserou and essentially ascended to godhood!"

"If it's alright, I'd actually love a position here, Klotho. Can I call you Klotho?" Jenny questioned, pushing her fingers together sheepishly. "I've been sick of that digital world ever since I was put in there."

"Ah, I'm afraid not. You're probably sicker of Wanserou than you are of that place and he is about to become, shall we say... a permanent installment here."

"Oh geez. You don't want a guy like him messing up this place. Clockwork Eden is like paradise!"

"Hm hm hm. Don't you worry. I have some experience dealing with big personalities."

It had been so simple past that point, Klotho almost felt sorry for the God of Technology. In fact, it was embarrassing that her powers and Extre's hadn't been enough to seal the deal without winning over the man's most important subject. He was already in a precarious state-- Jenny had so much power over him now that he was basically on the precipice, just waiting for someone to come and tip him over one way or the other. He'd essentially lost majority shareholding in the company that was his own control over himself, but he couldn't realize it himself and he hadn't let anyone in close enough to point it out for him.

"When one surrounds oneself with vultures, one should not be surprised when one's friends pick the carcass clean," Klotho giggled to herself hypocritically, as she brushed out her hair to look presentable before bed. "Although, I suppose I'm a vulture too, with how I've ultimately swooped in. Just a much prettier one."

Feeling pleased as punch, but in a devilish way, Klotho went to sleep with no guilt in her heart over what was to come. Clockwork Eden was about to get something it had long needed: a technological upgrade to kick it into the modern era, but in a way that agreed with her own sensibilities.

Who had time to learn how a digital alarm clock, or worse, a smartphone alarm app works? Yuck! Not her. She had butlers to do that for her. But why not phase that out with something made for the purpose?

When Klotho awoke in the morning, she sensed she still had some kinks to work out after all. She'd asked her newest servant to wake her up with something private, something gentle, and even a little sexy. That's how a hardcore masturbation artist like herself preferred to enter the day: awakened and surprisingly aroused. Instead, she felt as though every object in the room was shaking, including her bed, as loud dance music blared through the room.

At least Wanserou had gotten the private part right. The new maid was the only other person in the room, having dropped her blaring neon clothes to adopt something more house-appropriate, a classic black-and-white maid's uniform. Well, sort of classic... the skirt was way too short, even despite her short-stack stature, and showed off the bottom of her ass-cheeks a bit. The top was also too plunging, showing off the upper cleavage. All of that was especially on display as she danced along to the alarm music, standing over Klotho on the bed with her hands on her knees and twerking her jiggling buttocks up and down in the other girl's face.

"W-What is the meaning of this?!" Klotho finally questioned as she rose up in her bed, gripping her sheets about the bust of her sleeping gown.

"What, you don't like it? Listen, Miss Myth Magazine, I'm just doing what you asked. You wanted a sexy alarm, right? Well, this is it! Your weird fuckin' request, answered!" the girl Wanserou responded with a catty roll of her eyes. This new job was really pissing her off. For starters, she'd been **** to accept the deal, but they'd talked him into it as sort of a mutual power exchange. With all the work Klotho was doing fixing the digital world's timelines, it wasn't so weird that Wanserou be paid to modernize the tech in Klotho's primpy little private palace. But then, it was just work, right? Professional stuff. Why was she in the girl form she used for kicks back at her place? Part of her brain told her she ought to switch back. Another part told her she ought to keep the girl mode active. That part seemed to win over every time since he'd arrived at the mansion-- at 6:00 A.M., even-- to go through the prearranged training.

Klotho sighed. "You have a lot to learn about my preferences, Miss Wanserou. But it's okay. You'll have plenty of time to get it worked out." She sat up further in her bed, straightening out the sheets around her for a stately appearance. "Look, I'm paying you generously for a modern technological makeover of my home. Please try to comply with my wishes."

"Yeah, but I mean, c'mon. This is like breakfast in bed! All this..." Wanserou motioned towards her lower body with a flourish of her hands, then paused. Why did she want to say sausage? That didn't make sense. "Ham?" She slapped her bottom meaningfully. "This is a treat no matter who you are."

She did have a point, Klotho thought. The look of the Japanese girl's thick thighs pinched in by those tight white stockings was putting her in the mood despite the vulgarity. But she kept that to herself. Now was the time to be strict. "I was picturing something like... cuddling up into bed, half-dressed, and whispering in my ear to wake me. That is much more lady-like."

"Yuck. What, you read those romance paperbacks they sell in the **** stores or something? You're older than I thought."

"I am not!" the goddess of timelines complained. Extre was the old one! Being youthful for a goddess was one of her charm points. "Ugh. I will be writing in your performance report: alarm service needs work. You are meant to perfectly replace all technology in this establishment and I will see that you hold to your end of the bargain."

"Fiiiiiiiine."

"Nothing for it but to try again tomorrow. There is, however, another routine you can help me with. Please, follow me."

Wanserou couldn't wrap her head around why Klotho would need to visit her study first thing in the morning, but she followed along anyway. The inside of the room was not as she had imagined it either. This place, vaguely musty and unclean smelling, contained an extraordinarily well-used, partially sagging bed, a ridiculously old TV set, an equally aged VCR, and countless video tapes. "What are you studying in here, prehistoric wrestling matches or something?" she joked, chewing noisily on bubblegum while she spoke. She blew a big, neon-blue bubble as she twisted her body this way and that, examining everything she could manage. "You need me to fix the VCR? Thing looks like it could use a replacement more than a fix. You uh... do know how to use a VCR, right?"

"The VCR is quite fine, thank you. When it comes to using that thing, I'm the rain maker, baby," Klotho chuckled proudly.

"Oh shit, you do know how to use a VCR? You really are fuckin' old!"

"I am not- grrrrrghrrgh..." Klotho growled. She desperately wished it had been possible to go back to when Wanserou was a young boy and teach him proper manners, before he had the chance to turn into such a foul-mouthed young lady. "Now listen here! I brought you here for another important technological task!"

"You want me to organize your fuckin' video tapes or something?"

"I want you to replace this."

Klotho reached into a box under the bed and pulled out a box of well-used, slightly unsanitary looking sex toys. One of them was a vibrator, so retro-chic that it could actually be called an antique, clearly well past its last legs so that it stuttered and made a smoky smell when she turned it on.

"Your uh... vibrator? That ain't exactly my specialty-"

Klotho produced the glassy, pink dial that Extre had given her and gave it a little twist with her thumb and forefinger.

"-but I'll do it anyway since the terms of the contract clearly dictated all existing technology is to be replaced by me. But uh, wait a sec. I gotta not look at that contract again since that's a waste of time. I don't even remember signing that thing, though! How long am I supposed to keep doing this shit? I mean, I guess I could, it's a business relationship and all and I might as well nourish it but, holy hell-"

The goddess of timelines was getting very tired of using the dial gimmick and watching Wanserou repeat herself. "Please, let's not breach the contract already. I'd like you to get to business." She lay back on the Klotho-shaped groove in the bed's mattress and lifted up her nightgown, revealing the frilly black-with-white-lace panties she wore underneath and the freckles dotting her inner thighs. "You are to replace my vibrator for my morning business."

"Yeah, yeah. Think I don't know how to do this? I mean. I don't normally, cause this stuff's for pussies. Why would I ever do this shit? The girl gives me a blowjob most of the time instead of the other way around, cause, you know, I usually have a dick and all but... wait... why am I-"

"For the love of time, please, stop letting your mind wander!" Being bothered this early in the morning really was making her cranky.

After another deep sigh, Wanserou crawled onto the bed and between Klotho's legs. She displaced the panties, revealing the other girl's slightly moist sex. Klotho always masturbated in the morning and thus almost always ended up wet before taking her breakfast-- today was no exception. The method of satisfaction was just a little different. Klotho leaned further into the pillows as Wanserou began lapping at her pussy lips with something less like diligence and more like a modification-granted prowess at pleasing other's sexually, rolling her tongue around the exterior playfully, before pushing her tongue slightly in.

"Mmm... That's not bad," Klotho complimented her, smiling encouragingly. "But let's kick it up a notch. You're a replacement for my vibrator, right? Show me some of that... technological godhood."

"Ugh. Yes, your majesty," Wanserou scoffed, still not realizing the grip the other woman had over her. Parlor tricks like this were well below her, but of course, well within her power. Wanserou could manipulate all sorts of tech, but modifying her own body wasn't hard either-- as such, she popped her lips a few time, then began to blow a raspberry. The raspberry held a surprisingly long time... and didn't stop. In fact, it began to pick up speed, until her tongue was moving so fast it was like a blur extending partially out of her plump, pouting lips. "Pffffrffffffttttbbb-bbb-bbb-"

"Please don't try to talk right now."

"Pffffffbrbbbbbttt," the other girl spat back in response, shrugging her shoulders, before re-engaging her head between Klotho's parted thighs. This time, she got a reaction. The goddess of timelines moaned softly, putting her head back into the pillows and gripping her bedsheets as Wanserou did her work as a replacement vibrator, tickling the hell out of the sensitive pussy of the lady of the house. Flecks of moisture flew this way and that as the former god of technology's tongue wagged like an active motor, slapping up the surface at rapid speeds, then moving to the interior. "Pfffffffppppblblblbbbbbt!"

Klotho didn't even care about the babbling now. There was nothing romantic about this part, nor anything master-or-servant either. She'd simply invented a new type of vibrator and it turned out, it worked fantastically. Another stroke of genius... and what a stroke! This type of cunnilingus was probably making up for years of this jackass getting one-sided blowjobs from every girl he spent the night with as a guy. The goddess writhed her slender form upon the sheets in ecstasy, reaching over to slap the bedside tape recorder with her hand in an indiscreet gesture.

Wanserou didn't catch it, nor would she have cared if she did. This bimbo model wasn't built for modesty, just for pleasure. As such, she began to massage herself over her panties with one hand as she worked between her mistress's legs, shaking her head left and right to increase the effect of motor-boating the other woman's increasingly sloppy sex.

"Oh... mmmmm... yes... I think I might put you on exclusive vibrator duty... oh my word!" Klotho gasped, locking her legs around the other woman's head. "Don't stop! I'm coming!"

This would definitely be a place where Wanserou would normally stop, but she couldn't both by the effects of the personality modification Jenny had done to her and by the physical grip of Klotho's legs upon her shoulders. As such, she was blasted in the face by the other woman's gushing, closing one eye as love juice sprayed all over her face and the exposed upper part of her bosom. She wanted to curse, but her tongue hadn't stopped going. "Pfffffblufffffftttt--!"

"Yes... Ah... You can stop that now."

Wanserou's tongue stopped vibrating. "Holy shit you're a squirter!"

Klotho didn't mind the vulgar comment. Instead, she just lay upon her back with her legs spread, pondering a round two. "Hmmm... You know, I always used a rag for this part, but I suppose technology could serve me here, too. An... automatic post-coitus cleaning machine! How novel. And people tell me I'm behind the times with technology, hm hm!"

"There ain't such a thing as a freaking 'automatic post-coitus cleaning machine!'"

"I'm saying lick up the mess, darling. And... do throw away that chewing gum in a proper receptacle, would you?" she grimaced, pointing towards the vibrantly blue wad of gum that had stuck to her groin during the tongue treatment. "We do not chew gum in this establishment. How vulgar!"

As the day moved on, Klotho had other duties to attend to. She was pretty pleased so far with how her first hunt of a major god had gone-- even if it had relied on some special preexisting circumstances to get it done-- and was eager to plan another conquest, but not before carrying out her own usual gentlewoman duties of mixed work, public appearances, and tasteful lounging.

That meant that Wanserou was left to her own devices-- literal devices, that is. She had been tasked with replacing all of the technology in the mansion and she seemed to intend to do just that. When the head servant, Doyle, found her, she was standing ram-rod straight in the main hall and gesturing with each of her arms, going tick-tick-tick as she counted down the time.

He wasn't entirely sure he was on board with her mannerisms, nor her manner of dress. That fetish maid uniform was definitely not the standard work attire for women in the mansion, but apparently, she insisted on wearing it, so there wasn't much he could do. Not that he minded the eye-candy, far from it. Rather, he knew it would be a distraction for the other male servants, if not for himself. "Ahem, Lady Wanserou."

"Tick-tick-what-tick-tick-you-old-tick-tick-monocle-fucker?"

The butler coughed into his fist, then gave a concerned expression, unsure how to reconcile Klotho's decision to bring this woman in as a servant. "There are other ways you could attend to duties here. More useful and elegant ones," he suggested. "Please, put the clock back from wherever you've set it-"

"Tick-tick-threw-it-out-tick-tick-that-antique-tick-tick-made-me-feel-tick-tick-ancient-to-look-at!"

Doyle massaged his brow irritably with two fingers, then pointed towards the kitchen. "We just purchased one of those automatic floor-cleaning robots and it's already on the fritz. Perhaps you could give the kitchen a good scrubbing? But change out of that outfit first, please."

Wanserou sighed deeply, then nodded and left her spot. What a pain! She'd been instructed to follow that old guy's instructions to the letter unless he asked anything about the study and she could already tell it was going to be a massive pain in the ass. For starters, she did as was requested, pulling off the maid outfit on the way over there, starting with the frilled headband and accessories, then moving on to the bodice and skirt. By the time she reached the kitchen, which was still occupied by other staff members, she was down to just her wedged-up white panties and bra, along with the thigh-highs. As they all gawked at her, she removed each sock, then unhooked her bra and shimmied down her panties, leaving her standing butt-naked in the actually already pretty clean-looking kitchen, surrounded by the kitchen staff. Her clothes all lay in a trail behind her, leading from the main hall to the kitchen entrance.

At least this part was starting to feel a little fun. It reminded her of the parties back at her place! Why had she left that place, anyway? It was still kind of hard to remember.

Anyways, for now, it was cleaning time. She grabbed a sponge from the sink, wet it under the faucet, lathered it up with soap, then began running the sponge all over her naked body until it dripped and shined. She could just slide her butt all over the floor until it was nice and clean, but she had other ideas. She clicked her fingers, causing brightly colored laser discs of red, yellow, green, and blue to dot all over the floor. "Alright, boys! I've gotta clean this whole floor and I know just the way to do it. Who wants to take a little break and play Twister with the God of Technology?"

In the evening, Klotho would have to re-evaluate how well her conquest had actually ended up so far, as she secured her Wanserou sex tape in her personal stash, then reset the timeline to avoid having her favorite clock destroyed and her kitchen put in need of a deep cleaning and sanitation.