Touring the Hotel

In a flash of fire and ash the group is now standing in front of the doors of the massive, curved hotel. Standing in front of the entrance is one of the lava imps in a doorman’s uniform, though what really catches the groups eyes are his proportions. While he still has the chibi body type of the lava imps, he is quite large, nearly reaching the top of the doorframe.

Upon seeing him Yuzhu hears a quiet voice in her head.

Aww, he’s like someone in a Sanrio mascot suit!

Yuzhu blinks but before she can think further on that the lava imp begins speaking in a cheery voice.

“Welcome esteemed guests, and the skanks with them!”

He eyes his Mama and Master for the first part, and stares at the contestants when he says the last part, his expression and cheery tone never changing. The women roll their eyes, having expected something like this by this point. Obsidian smiles warmly at her child, and Drew gives an awkward wave. The doorman imp waves back excitedly before remembering his role this season and coughs into his fist, trying to regain his “serious business demeanor” before speaking in the same cheery voice.

“We have been expecting your most gracious arrival, please enter and topa- I mean, the desk person will check you all in!”

The imp performs a sweeping hand gesture as he steps to the side to allow the group to go through the entrance of the hotel. Entering the main lobby, they notice the area has many open entryways and windows, allowing plenty of natural light in and the refreshing sea air to flow through it. In the center of the lobby is a granite topped desk with a more feminine lava imp dressed in a black pantsuit with gold trimming manning it. She has a pleasant smile on her face, though looking closely the group can see her excitement when she sees them all enter.

“How may I help you today?!”

Camila stomps forward before anyone can do anything and slams her hand on the desk.

“Yeah, you can start by getting us out of this hellhole!”

I can’t leave yet, our kids have been erased, we can only get them back by playing the game!

Sarah rolls her eyes at Camila’s actions.

You’re only giving these people what they want Camila. They are clearly not going to let us leave. The only way out is as Mr. Thompson’s slaves or through careful planning, and with either of those acting rashly like this won’t help anything.

Sarah, having missed the change in her speech, side-eyes Roxie, who is still trying and failing, to pull her arms apart from under her breasts so she can stop presenting them.

And unfortunately for you I won’t be with you 24/7 to help keep you in check, I have my own roommate that I have to calm.

“Sir? Sir?”

Much to Camila’s growing anger the imp behind the desk looks straight through her as if she wasn’t there. And to make the situation even more humiliating the only one the clerk seems interested in talking to is that piece of filth behind her. Speaking of.

“Y-yes, I think you guys have rooms booked for us.”

The clerk smiles and pulls out a book from under the desk. She opens it but doesn’t look at it for more than a second before looking up.

“Ah here we go, the Master party, let me just get your whores their keys!”

All the women, except Brianna and a still zoned out Catherine, bristle at being casually insulted again, but continue to bite their tongues for now. Drew blinks in confusion as the imp rummages around for something under her desk.

“Don’t I need a key?”

The clerk smiles triumphantly as she pulls out six black, red, and gold hotel keycards. She looks at Drew after hearing his question and giggles.

“Oh, heavens no Master! As the Master of the season all the doors in the hotel automatically unlock for you, and I do mean ALL, not just your own!”

The clerk imp gives a wink when she says “ALL” causing Drew to weakly chuckle, his earlier nerves starting to settle back into place now that he isn’t blissfully relaxed. The clerk giggles again before placing the six key cards on the desk. Finally acknowledging the women’s presence, she gives them all smile.

“Now as for you whores, you want to make sure you ALWAYS have your key with you, all bedroom doors automatically lock when shut, so without your key you will have no way back in. Also, after curfew the keys stop working and will only start functioning again after curfew is over. Curfew starts at 10 pm and doesn’t end until 6 am.”

Roxie rolls her eyes with a scoff.

“A 10 o’clock curfew, what are we ten years old?”

The imp’s smile gets a little more wide at the comment.

“All I will tell you is that you do not want to be outside your room after curfew! The Master will safely be teleported safely back to his room at curfew; you whores won’t be so lucky!”

Brianna lets out a nervous laugh and asks.

“And what happens if we’re not in our rooms after curfew?”

When the clerk only stares at her with the same smile Brianna gulps as she nervously walks up and takes her and Catherine’s keys.

So, I can never let this key out of my sight ever, got it. I’ll grab Catherine’s too I guess, gotta make sure she gets it once she wakes up.

The other women follow suit, though Roxie grits her teeth as she gets up to the desk and still can’t move her arms.

“Are you seriously going to keep me like this all day?”

Obsidian tilts her head with a calm teasing smile.

“I had considered it, but if the Master wishes he can order you to have use of your arms again, after all his orders will always take top priority in terms of your TF.”

Roxie turns to glare at Drew who flinches out of habit before he feels Obsidian’s warm hand on his shoulder. Taking a shaky breath Drew gives Roxie a hard stare.

“Roxie you now have control of your arms and hands again, but if you make a move to hurt anyone your arms and legs will lock in place until you decide not to.”

Roxie rolls her eyes at the added part to the order, ignoring the slight tingling in her head as the order settles.

As if I’m stupid enough to try to attack anyone right now.

Moving her now free arms around Roxie swipes her key with a grunt.

“It’s about time you were useful for once in your worthless life.”

Insulted the Master: -5 VP (10 VP)

Roxie’s eyes widen before she looks up at Obsidian with a scowl.

“I can’t even insult him?! I was doing it plenty before now, so why is it taking away points for it now?!”

Obsidian let’s out a sigh and shakes her head in a condescending manner.

“Because as much as it pained me to not take away points for all your insolence before, the competition hadn’t officially started yet. And honestly, you should be thanking me for giving you all the starting 15 VP to act as a cushion.”

The last season where she had the contestants start at 0 VP flashes through Obsidian’s mind. Having all 6 starting contestants eliminate themselves in the first hour of the season. Luckily, she’s always made sure to have multiple back up contestants in case of emergencies, and she was able to spin it to the producers and the audience as a planned event to show off the stakes of the season.

“Now that you have your keys I will leave you all in the hands of our capable staff. But first I will go ahead and send Catherine to her room. And before you ask Master, everything that she needs to know but isn’t conscious for will fill her mind before awaking.”

Drew looks the side with a blush at the last part, scratching his cheek he asks.

“Was I that obvious?”

Obsidian giggles and pats Drew on the head.

“We will work on your poker face another day.”

With her last piece said Obsidian and Catherine disappear in a flash of fire and ash. Before anyone can say anything else they hear a clap behind them and find the desk clerk with her hands together and pleased smile on her face.

“Alright now that everyone has what they need, your tour guide will take you around the hotel, showing off a few places before showing you bitches to your rooms!”

Not giving the girls time to react the clerk turns to Drew.

“As for you Master once the tour is over, I will show you to your room while the cattle are being herded to their pins by the Guide!”

“And that tour guide would be me!”

All heads snapping to the left the group sees another lava imp. This one is wearing a khaki button up shirt with khaki shorts, with a red handkerchief and khaki bucket hat. He happily waves a red flag with “Harem Hotel” on it before hopping into the air and sprouting wings made of lava from his back that keep him aloft.

“Alright sluts and Master, let’s get this tour started!”

Yuzhu raises an eyebrow before speaking, having gotten her voice back when Obsidian left.

“Are you planning to give us a tour of the hotel or some backwater jungle?”

That was rude of you, I think he looks adorable in his little outfit!

Yuzhu rolls her eyes at the voice as the group ignores her earlier comment and starts the tour.

Great I wasn’t going crazy earlier, you’re just that worthless poverty-stricken version of me that Obsidian said was going to be in my head.

Hey, that was unnecessary, we’re both stuck in this mess, shouldn’t we try to get along?

Oh yeah, I’ll get right on that, right after I go wallow in the mud with the pigs next.

Before the other Yuzhu can say anything else the duo’s attention is brought back to the tour guide as exclaims.

“As you can see, we have a top-of-the-line cleaning staff, our hotel maids are second to none!”

The guide is gesturing to a whistling maid as she makes her way down the hall with a cleaning cart. She pauses to wave at Drew with a happy smile, flipping off the girls without changing her expression as she passes the women of the group.

The women in the group, excluding Brianna, scoff at the passing Imp. The tour guide continues to smile before leading them through the dining hall. In the center of the room is a 50-foot-long obsidian table with a bench made of black lava rock on each side going end to end. At the head of the table is a copy of the throne Drew sat on at the start of the contest.

“And this is the dining hall, where all of you sluts will have your meals! The Master will be provided food in his room at his discretion, but he can also bless you all with his presence and eat with you all!”

Sarah clears her throats and gestures to the throne.

“I assume that any of us women sitting on Professor Thompson’s throne will lead to us being punished.”

As soon as Sarah finishes speaking, she grimaces from the feeling of her compulsion taking over. Thinking back on it she believes her thoughts have been changed as well. Before she can ruminate on this change any further the guide speaks up.

“A surprisingly amazing question from one of the future fleshlights! Yes, anyone but the Master will be punished for sitting on his throne, but if he gives permission you can sit on his lap while he’s on the throne!”

While most of the women shudder in disgust at the thought of sitting on Drew’s lap, two of the women have different thoughts. Brianna gains a small blush on her face.

Oh god when was the last time I sat on Drew’s lap? And back then I didn’t even ask for permission I just commandeered his lap like an entitled house cat!

And while the Yuzhu in control is feeling the same disgust as the others. The other Yuzhu is radiating embarrassment, to the point that rich Yuzhu can see the blush on her face.

Me, sitting in Mr. Mason’s lap?! I-I couldn’t do that, that would be far too bold! Oh god, how would I look him in the eye after something like that?!

Yuzhu scoffs.

Oh, don’t tell me you like this loser! Surely growing up as a disgusting waif didn’t lower my standards that much!

I wasn’t a waif! My parents raised me with love!

Please, if your parents don’t make enough money to give you all the things you deserve they clearly never loved you.

While the two Yuzhu’s argued with each other the guide leads them to the kitchen.

“And this is our state-of-the-art kitchen with our head chef hard at work!”

The kitchen is lit with an elegant golden light; the walls are made of black volcanic rock encased in glass to give it a reflective quality. At one of the stoves is an intense looking lava imp wearing a white chef’s uniform along with a tall chef’s hat. He is currently working on a stir fry of some kind with an intense look of concentration. Another imp runs up to the head chef and offers him a piece of filet mignon. The head chef imp touches it for a second before throwing it at a wall and starts shouting with a gravelly British accent.

“It’s fucking raw! Now go make me another piece you fucking donkey!”

The other lava imp shakes in fear before running off to make another steak, though Drew notices he has a giddy smile as soon as he faces away from the head chef.

Yeah, that checks out, they have been acting like a bunch of kids playing pretend, so I guess no one is going to be upset by the “angry” chef.

The tour guide’s wings wiggle a little as he tries to hold in his own laughter, he then turns to the group with a “grim” expression and says.

“Ah it looks like the chef is in a bad mood so let’s move on!”

Leading them out into the hallway the guide then takes them up a floor and to a gym that Drew begins examining. The gym is filled with a mix of futuristic looking equipment and standard equipment that he has seen in gym ads that came in the mail. Though even the simple equipment looks to be in pristine condition, without any of the wear and tear that gyms in movies tend to have. The floor and walls of the room are made of black volcanic rock as well, but unlike the other places, this rock has been polished to an unnatural sheen. The reflective surfaces help spread the warm glow of the orange-gold lights throughout the room.

“And this is our state-of-the-art gym! You’ll find anything you could need here, and it’s all run by our own first-rate personal trainer!”

On cue a female imp turns the corner revealing herself. The trainer is about a head taller than the tour guide; she has wide grin on her face and is wearing a black sports bra and tiny black booty shorts, the clothes reveal that the trainer is also ripped. She proudly shows off her six pack abs, sturdy thighs, and incredibly well-defined arm muscles, that she starts flexing when she comes to a stop in front of them.

“Thanks for the introduction little bro! All right ladies and Master, my job has three parts! One, to make sure the rules of the gym are obeyed! Two, to personally train each of you hoes so you are properly conditioned to serve the Master to the best of your abilities! And three, get the Master physically fit so he can properly discipline his slaves!”

The trainer imp said it all with bombastic enthusiasm that put most of the group on the back foot, the only one outwardly unfazed was Roxie who was fuming on the inside.

Oh, just perfect, I have a top-of-the-line gym in front of me, perfect for molding my body even further, and because of this new body those lonely virgins voted for i can’t even use it!

The guide imp claps his hands to bring the attention back to himself.

“Alright you all can talk to her more later! We have one last stop for the main facilities before I show you all to your rooms!”

With that the tour guide takes off again, the group following him, this time he leads them to a massive library. The walls and shelves of the library are made of oak with gold filigree running through them. The floors are polished smooth golden-brown stone. All of this combined with golden orange lights give the room a very cozy atmosphere. Lead a little further in the group sees a feminine imp with large round glasses, she is wearing a black blazer with a black pleated skirt, both with golden accents. She is currently taking books from a cart and putting them onto shelves.

“And this is the hotel’s amazing library, run by our always dutiful librarian!”

The librarian nods maintaining her polite smile.

“In my library you can find books from across the multiverse as well as recordings of past seasons run by our mother and currently ongoing seasons with other hosts. Master I am at your beck and call, ready to assist you in any way you desire.”

She then turns to the women of the group, and they are ready for whatever degrading name she would refer to them as. But to their surprise the librarian only says.

“As for you ladies, the amount of assistance I can offer you will be based on your VP. At your current levels I can only offer minimal assistance.”

The women nod still pleasantly surprised that this imp got to the point without any digs at them. The tour guide flaps his wings excitedly and leads the group out of the library.

“Now that will conclude the main tour! Master, you may summon me at any time to guide you to the other facilities the hotel has to offer! And as for you sluts, my touring hour for you is 9 pm to 10 pm!”

Camila huffs and glares at the grinning tour guide imp.

“So basically, you’ll only show us places if we’re tempting curfew or if we follow this monster around like his little lost puppies while you give HIM a tour!”

She points at Drew when she says “monster” and Drew flinches back a little at the familiar insult.

Insulted the Master: -5 VP (10 VP)

Before Camila can respond to this Camila and the two women closest to her, Sarah and Yuzhu, are enveloped in a familiar flash of fire and ash. When the flash dies down the three women have been changed. Sarah and Yuzhu have been changed into police uniforms, including a pair of reflective sunglasses that hide their eyes. The two women’s expression have gone cold, and they are both standing at attention, their arms clasped behind their backs.

On the other hand, Camila has been stripped of her police uniform, she now stands in a striped prison uniform with her hair let down. She looks shocked at the changes before looking in horror at the approaching Sarah and Yuzhu.

“Wait girls what are you doing?! What did I do?!”

Before she can say anything more Yuzhu tackles her to the ground with force her smaller body should have. In a blink of an eye Sarah and Yuzhu have a terrified Camila on her knees facing Drew, each woman holding one of her arms behind her back and saluting with their free hand. Sarah is the first to speak up, her speech is precise and her tone is stern but tinged with the devotion a royal guard shows their king.

“We have captured the fugitive sir, please lay your judgment on her so we may ensure her compliance.”

Camila struggles in the women’s grasp and looks to Roxie and Brianna for help. Brianna looks stunned while Roxie has a worried expression hiding her calculating thoughts.

What the hell is happening?! Everything seemed like it was calming down for a little bit and one insult from Camila flipped everything on its head! Part of me feels like I should do something but…

Brianna clenches her fist a little.

But not only was that bitch actively tormenting Drew his entire childhood, but she’s one of those fuckers that thinks her fancy badge means she can hurt anyone she wants.

While Brianna was having this internal dilemma Roxie was observing this scene with a keen eye.

So, this is what her TF looks like, for her and the other contestants she drags into it. And here I thought I was going to have to set something up to observe this in action, but that self-righteous cop blundered her way into it herself. So, something as simple as an insult is enough to trigger it, I wonder if he has to hear it, or if doing it front of just us women, or by herself is enough to trigger it.

Roxie turns her eyes briefly to the copified women.

Then we have these two, doesn’t look like much is going on upstairs. Which makes me wonder if they have any awareness at all, or if this transformation carries any risks of them divulging information not related to Camila.

Seeing she wasn’t going to get any help from the other women Camila begins thrashing harder while shouting.

“What kind of bullshit is this?! I didn’t hurt him, all I did was-”

Camila is cutoff by Yuzhu slapping the back of her head and pulling her arm a little tighter.

“Silence! Hurting the Master emotionally counts as much as anything else!”

Yuzhu then goes back to saluting with her free hand awaiting Drew’s judgment. And speaking of Drew he is finally collecting himself with his brain having caught up with the rapidly changing situation. Realizing they will only go back to normal and let Camila go when he’s come up with a punishment he responds quickly.

“Camila, you have to apologize for calling me a monster… and honestly say if I had actually broken any laws when you arrested me, or if you were making up reasons to do it.”

Camila stares at Drew with a flabbergasted look, stunned by the sheer audacity of Drew giving her orders. She’s about to give him a piece of her mind when she feels Sarah and Yuzhu tighten their grips on her arms, with Sarah speaking in an authoritative tone.

“Alright fugitive, you heard the Professor, apologize and tell the truth, or we will make you.”

Camila pauses to stare into her new friend’s face and only sees herself reflected in Sarah’s sunglasses. Camila looks forward to glare at Drew; her anger is radiating off her waves but beside a small tremble of his hands he stands firm. Gritting her teeth she says.

“I’m SORRY that I called you a monster and upset you. And no, I never made-up reasons to arrest yo-argh!”

Sarah and Yuzhu pulled both her arms tighter with Yuzhu shouting.

“That was a lie! Master demanded you be truthful; thus, we have been given lie detection to help enforce his sentence for you! Try again!”

Growling Camila swallows her pride, not wanting to see how far the TF is willing to let them hurt her.

“Fine! You were a law-abiding citizen; I just used my influence at the station to punish you for being that bastard’s son!”

Camila immediately feels her arms be let go as Sarah and Yuzhu salute Drew one more time, both shouting.

“Sentence has been carried out, farewell sir!”

In a flash of fire and ash Sarah and Yuzhu are back in their original outfits looking disoriented. However, no flash covers Camila, and she remains in her prisoner outfit. A tense silence fills the room, with only the sounds of a giggling tour guide

I promise I'll do everything I can to make sure this vile woman never hurts you again my love!