Week 1: Diona's Date, Part 6

While Diona was taking a shower at Aífe’s insistence, Erica was standing in front of the doors to the dining hall, bracing herself for the awkward questions that she was sure to be bombarded with as soon as she passed through the doors. You’ve got this, Erica, she assured herself, just deflect. They don’t need to know any of the specifics—just tell them that your TF got you in the mood, so you and Aífe fooled around a bit, that’s all. She steeled herself and opened the doors. Just as she expected, she was met with everyone staring at her with varying intensity. Elise and Natalie appeared curious but too polite to ask her about it directly and Aria’s interest seemed more detached—probably trying to do mental math to figure out what Erica had done to earn so many points in just a couple of hours. Aoba and Mallory’s curiosity, meanwhile, was clearly plastered on their faces, both looking like they might explode if they have to wait much longer to find out the details. Cecilia’s expression, however, was a very pointed—and knowing—glare.

“Okay, you’ve gotta tell us what happened!” Mallory finally broke the silence, Aoba furiously nodding in agreement.

“Please, Mallory, it isn’t polite to put so much pressure on her.” Elise gently scolded, though she didn’t claim to be uninterested in the details, herself. “I’m sure she’d prefer not to talk about something she did in private with Aífe.”

“I mean, you can’t exactly blame Mallory for wanting to know.” Aria pointed out. “Erica went from barely holding on to 3rd to being one point away from the finish line. It makes sense that we’d all be curious how she jumped that high in a few hours.”

“Still, you could at least let her get some food and sit down before giving her the third degree.” Elise conceded the point as far as grilling Erica was concerned.

“Thanks, Elise.” Erica sighed and began fixing a plate of food. As she was walking back to take her seat, Aoba’s eyes happened to lock on to her upper thigh.

“Hey, Erica, you’ve got something on your…” The oni paused as the realization of what she was looking at dawned on her. “Wait—is that a hickey?!” Her words caused everyone to stare at the bunny’s thighs. What might have been a private memento left by a lover if Erica had been wearing normal clothing was instead a neon sign advertising what they’d gotten up to earlier, thanks to the high cut of her leotard.

“Hold on—I can explain!” Erica’s composure was starting to crack as she cursed internally. Shit! I’ve gotten used to wearing this, so I didn’t even think about how much of my thighs it would show.

“So, when did that happen?” Cecilia’s voice cut in unexpectedly, loud enough to grab everyone’s attention. “Was it when she went down on you? Or while you two were 69’ing? Or maybe she stopped to do it after the two of you were done rubbing your pussies together?”

“Wait… how did you—” Erica’s eyes widened as she panicked. This was the last person whom she wanted knowing the details her earlier tryst with Aífe.

“Imagine my surprise when I leave my office to stretch my legs with a nice walk, only to discover that one of the stained glass windows had changed to show you spreading your legs with a redhead diving between them.” Cecilia glowered, her cheeks somewhat red from the memory—and the fact that, from that angle, the only thing that made it apparent that the figure was meant to be Aífe, rather than Cecilia herself, was slight differences in the hair. “Then, before I could even recover from my shock, it changed again—this time to you on top of her with your faces buried in each other’s crotches. And when I finally get back after taking a walk to get that image out of my fucking head, it changed again! Now, it’s the two of you with your legs all… intertwined, and you’re pressing your pussies together!” Her ranting summary of the events broke down a little toward the end, unsure of the proper way to describe it.

“So they were scissoring?” Aoba tried to be helpful by providing the right word, but Cecilia didn’t seem to appreciate the assistance.

“Geez—sorry I don’t know the fucking terminology.” Cecilia spat. “Some of us aren’t porn-brained little pipsqueaks. Anyway, that’s what the window shows now. That is, unless you decided to go ahead and break out the toys after my shift ended.”

“Look, it—we… she—it was out of my hands, okay?!” Erica finally sputtered out a defense, her face turning red.

“I don’t know, sounds like you sure had Aífe in your hands.” Aria snickered while Elise turned her head and sipped her tea to hide how flustered she was, herself, and Aoba silently cursed. Had anyone told her that that sort of thing might happen, she would’ve never been so averse to going to the gym.

“Dammit, I meant that I wasn’t in control—it was after our workout, and my TF hit me way harder than I expected!” Erica defended herself as she sat down with her tray of food.

“I don’t mean to accuse…” Elise hesitated to ask the question, “but you didn’t… **** yourself on her, did you?”

“What?! No! Of course I didn’t!” Erica defended herself even more fervently. “It was Aífe who… who initiated things…” Erica found herself looking down nervously as she remembered, though she wasn’t sure why. She wondered why she was so embarrassed by what happened—was it because of how good she felt when she let Aífe top her?

Dinner continued with the girls (mostly Aoba and Mallory) continuing to bombard Erica with questions, hoping for every juicy detail. As the bunny silently bemoaned her situation, she wondered if her partner in crime was faring any better.

With Diona now clean and no longer a walking cloud of aphrodisiac, she and Aífe were left to the matter of food.

“So did you actually plan something for dinner, or were you just going to say something along the lines of ‘don’t be silly—I’m your meal tonight’ before flashing the goods at me again?” Aífe asked dryly.

“Weeeeellllllll…” Diona glanced away nervously before breaking the charade with a laugh and waving off Aífe’s concerns. “Just kidding—I had Ember prepare something nice, don’t worry.” She headed into the kitchen, only to come back a moment later precariously balancing a few covered platters. She set them on the table and uncovered them with a flourish. “Surf and turf!” She exclaimed as Aífe took in the large amount of food in front of them. Both had a reasonably-sized ribeye, a lobster tail, a small pile of shrimp, a few scallops, and a side of roasted vegetables. On another platter were several crab cakes and cheddar biscuits, and a third platter had fresh oysters.

“Diona, this looks great, but how the hell do you expect us to finish all of this?” Aífe looked down at the table with both hunger and apprehension. “I don’t even think I could eat all of the stuff that’s just on my plate, let alone the crab cakes and biscuits. And hell, I don’t know if I even like oysters. I’ve never had them before.”

“Hey, in my defense, this meal was supposed to help you recover for round two.” Diona gave a shrug and let the blame fall on Aífe’s shoulders. “It’s not my fault that you didn’t even wanna do round 1.”

“Guess that explains the oysters.” Aífe rolled her eyes as she gave up on arguing and sat down to at least try to make a dent in all of the food. Even with the food being as delicious as all the other meals she’d had here—and all the calories she’d burnt with her “extended workout” earlier that afternoon—Aífe was struggling to finish anything beyond the steak and lobster. Meanwhile, Diona was hungrily scarfing down everything in a reasonable distance, leaving Aífe to ponder both how much smaller her own stomach is with her new body as well as how much of a workout several hours of edging is. With as much of the meal eaten as they could manage, the redhead leaned back in her chair, resting a hand on her belly.

“Ugh, I’m stuffed.” Aífe complained. “Please tell me that you don’t have a three-tiered cake or something planned for dessert.”

“Nope.” Diona sighed in satisfaction from her own meal as she reached down to a bucket of ice that she’d set next to her feet, pulling out a bottle of chocolate sauce and a can of whipped cream. “This was the part where I was going to say ‘don’t be silly—I’m your dessert’ before flashing you again.” She wiggled her eyebrows as she added, “Though I can still say that if dinner helped get you in the mood.~”

“Still a no.” Aífe shot her down, getting an eyeroll in response. “There should still be some ice cream and milk in the kitchen. If you give me a bit for my dinner to settle, we can do milkshakes.”

“Are you sure? I don’t think Sera will approve of anything that brings boys to her yard.” Diona joked.

“How do you even know that reference? I thought I was barely old enough to know that one.” Aífe shot a quizzical look as the shortstack just shrugged. “Speaking of Sera, I still need to contact her.”

“What do you need to get ahold of Sera for?”

“I need to see if she can have the sheets changed and the room aired out.” Aífe explained as she motioned behind her to the bedroom. “The room’s still a biohazard after your ‘surprise’ earlier. If she can’t get it done tonight, then we’re sleeping on the couch.”

“Ugh, did you have to phrase it like that?” Diona grimaced. “You make it sound like I shit the bed. How about ‘Diona, the scent of you drives me mad with lust. If we were to wade into that cloud of your essence, I’d end up doing unspeakable things to you!’?”

“What trashy romance novel did you get that from?” Aífe laughed. “Seriously, do I look like someone who’d use the word ‘essence’ like that?” She got up without waiting for an answer, walking to the table where she’d set her mirror tablet that had gone mostly unused. Searching through the various options, she found a message button and selected Sera as the recipient.

Hey, would it be possible to have Umbra air out my bedroom and change the bedding? Diona’s big surprise that she had planned for me earlier left them covered in sweat.

Several moments passed before Aífe received a response.

Of course, if that is what you wish, Lady Aífe. Though it is a shame that you won’t be indulging in the ‘dessert’ Miss Diona had so thoughtfully prepared for you. Umbra will have it taken care of in two of three hours.

“Slight passive-aggressiveness aside, she’s taking care of it.” Aífe sighed as she turned back to her date. “It’s gonna take a few of hours though. Anything you want to do for the evening?”

“Is sex an option?” Diona asked, putting on her best innocent face as she pleaded. Seeing Aífe’s expression, she sighed in defeat. “Fine. In that case, how about… ooh, I know! We should try watching some of the other seasons!”

“You heard me say ‘no sex’, and your alternative is for us to watch porn?”

“Think of it less as ‘porn’ and more as reality TV but without some prude editing out all the good bits.” Diona cajoled. “I mean, you don’t seriously think that the people on Big Brother aren’t fucking, do you? Besides, you’ve vetoed every single thing I had planned tongiht—you gotta meet me halfway! Pleeeeeeaaaaassssseeee.” Diona pouted as Aífe stared back at her until the redhead eventually broke down.

“Fine. Find whichever app it’s on while I make the milkshakes.” Aífe acquiesced, grabbing the chocolate sauce and whipped cream and walking to the kitchen. A few minutes later, she joined Diona on the couch, milkshakes in hand, as she looked at the official HH streaming service, HH Network. There were rows upon rows of seasons, sorted by length, fetish, darkside vs lightside, and every other possible metric. Trading a milkshake for the remote in Diona’s hand, Aífe navigated to the sidebar to reload the page and return to the top, finding that there were already two entries in the queue—Harem Hotel: Haunted Castle and Harem Hotel: Masquerade at Castello dell’arte.

“I’m not sure whether that name is more pretentious as a porno or as a reality TV show.” Aífe remarked as she pulled up the descriptions for the two shows. Seeing Shar’s name on Haunted Castle at least confirmed why Sera would have placed it in the queue. From what the Host had told them, Shar’s season was the most similar to their own. As for Masquerade, seeing the name “Caleb” as the master confirmed which season that was. “I guess this is our ‘twin season’. I remember Sera pulling me aside the other day during a bit of downtime to have me write a letter to this ‘Caleb’ guy.”

“So which one did you want to watch?” Diona asked as she sipped her shake. “From the descriptions, Haunted Castle sounds like more your speed. After all, you’re not into dudes.”

“Maybe if I were trying to be titillated, but no.” Aífe moved the cursor back to Masquerade as her date chuckled at the word “titillated”. “I’m curious to see what this ‘twin season’ is like after that letter I sent. Plus, I want to go with one that isn’t so light in tone—better to have a sense of things for if we end up in something less than the best-case scenario.” She pressed play as Diona shrugged next to her. A shot opened up on what appeared to be Venice.

“Wow. That Lucian guy is a douche.” Aífe grimaced. Over the past few hours, she and Diona had watched the entirety of Masquerade’s first night, taking breaks every now and then to comment on what they’d watched. “And that Reyna chick’s flags are as red as her hair—it doesn’t take a genius to see that she’s using him.”

“Totally.” Diona nodded in agreement. “Man, Caleb has a lot on his hands. It seems like at least half of his harem is some kind of crazy.” She stretched and yawned, making her unable to see the look that Aífe gave her—a skeptical one that said “you’re definitely one to talk.” When the shortstack opened her eyes again, she asked, “So, who’s your favorite?”

“My favorite?” Aífe had to think for a moment. “It’s still too early to know for sure, but probably Maddy or Eliza. They seem like the most grounded, at least, plus I really feel for Maddy—I know what it’s like to have issues with body image.”

“Fair, fair.” Diona nodded sagely while stroking her chin as if she had an imaginary goatee. “Stella’s got some fun vibes, but I think my favorite’s Naomi.”

“You mean Noemi?” Aífe tilted her head in confusion. “I get why you’d like Stella, but why Noemi? Is it because she has big boobs?”

“She does have nice tits, and that’s definitely part of it, but it’s more of an instinct.” Diona waggled her finger as she corrected the redhead. “There’s something simmering under the surface there, like a sort of hunger. She’s gonna be jumping his bones within the week, and I’m willing to bet she’ll be pretty wild once she gets going.”

Well, you’d be the expert. Aífe thought to herself before being interrupted by a yawn. “I think the sugar from those shakes finally wore off. What do you think—ready to go to bed?” She stood and stretched, walking to the bathroom so she could go ahead and brush her teeth.

“Sure! Do you think we can—“ Diona started to proposition Aífe again before being swiftly shut down.

“No sex.”

“Fine.” The shortstack grumbled. “Can’t blame a girl for trying.”

Once the two of them had brushed their teeth and turned off everything in the living room, they retired to Aífe’s bedroom—the redhead changing into her pajamas and her date stripping down naked. Being too tired to argue, Aífe laid down in bed and allowed Diona to cling to her—the tanned bombshell nuzzling her face into Aífe’s cleavage and quickly falling asleep. It took a little while, but Aífe eventually drifted off as well.