What Betrayal Costs Us.

With a snap Skylar returned the two Elizabeth’s together. “Now that, that’s settled…”

“She doesn’t love me…” Ferenc was beside himself, heart broken.

“What I have can’t be taught.” Lucifer grinned, flopping back into his chair.

Elizabeth cooed, and patted her lap. “There, there darling, rest your head on my lap, she’ll come around.”

Ferenc nodded, and crawled to Elizabeth. “Yes Mistress.” He sighed, resting his head on her plush thighs. She tenderly ran her hands through his long blonde hair.

As she pet him, she chuckled to herself. “You love her, she loves him, he loves her, but alas who is there to love me?” Though it was a sad thought she seemed to take pleasure in the idea. For her, tragedy was a delicious wine, regardless of which vineyard squashed the grapes.

Skylar was jovial again, her hard work at last realized. She’d done it, love in Colorado. She was going to treat herself to the big dildo tonight, but for now she had a show to run. “Good, good, good. It took some kicking and screaming but we’re finally here. Let’s see how ye seven demons faired in your challenge this week, but first I’m reversing the changes done to Erica, Boudica, Cleopatra, Mary, and the rest.”

“That’s not fair, I…”

Skylar cut her off. “Believe me, I agree. You did the work, and you should benefit from it, but… it feels wrong to just keep four of our girls looking like Gremlins 2. The master hates it, the audience is going to hate it, and I gotta do what I gotta do. But as recompense, I’ll be granting you 5BP.” Skylar snapped, leaving no room for argument.

The girls who’d been drained of their youth and beauty by Ferenc were restored to their healthy bodies, and minds. Wrinkles receded, acne cleared up, and their yellowing jaundiced eyes were clear and lucid.

“That was soooo icky!” Boudica shivered, and then jumped to her feet. “Now our warts are history, Skylar has set us free! Gooooo Skylar! Woohoo!” She did a few cart wheels around the fire pit, before collapsing in the snow. “Like… can I get some clothes, pretty please?”

“Not just her!” Erica cried out, hugging herself for warmth.

Skylar giggled, and granted their wish. All four newly beautiful women were suddenly swaddled in thick woolly sweaters that read “I had my beauty consumed by a vampire and all I got was this ugly sweater.”

“Greeeeat.” Mary rolled her eyes.

“Out of uniform.” Lucifer tsked, at her with a smile.

She grinned. “Someone has already beat my ass red, boss, but feel free to **** me blue.” Suddenly she got to her feet, flipping to rage in an instant. “Hey! Fuck you!” She pointed a finger at the sad vampire in Elizabeth’s lap. “What the hell is was all that about?”

“Yeah.” Erica growled. “You attacked us!”

“Yeah!” Boudica agreed. “That was like… so lame and stuff, ya know?” She twirled her hair around her finger, and looked at the platinum strands in wonder. “Omg, I’m like a blondie now! Tre cute!”

“She’s perfect.” Skylar whispered under her breath, in awe at the bimbo in front of her. But she had a show to host, and couldn’t drool over her masterpiece all day. “We’re so past this whole vampire thing guys, we’ll wrap back around in a sec for ya, but let’s start talking about our betrayls huh?”

There was nothing but dread, in the circle, non but Olympias could hold her head high, all were ashamed.

“The audience already saw what happened.” Helen tried for mercy. “Can’t we just have them vote?”

“Oh, our audience is usually too busy touching themselves to really pay attention, it helps to recap.”

“How?” Erica squawked. “This show is 70% Trauma 30% sex! By this ponit who’s here to get off?”

Skylar shrugged. “I like to think we’re all a little funny too.” She clapped her hands, and all lights shone on Helen. “Since you wanted to skip yours, it must be juicy huh?” They could hear the hungry saliva in Skylar’s mouth, absolutley thirsty for the horror of this week.

“They made me go after my own daughter.” Helen sniffed.

“Really.” Skylar feigned surprise. “Not Paris, not Priam, not Menaleus, not Achilles? No hero, or god ofTroy, Sparta, or all of Greece? For you Helen, Queen of swans, the thing that hurt you most was your own daugther? Why?”

Her hands were gripped into tight fists, her thick winter sweat pants were balled in her grasp. “Because all my life I’ve wanted someone to love me, regardless of my beauty, for someone to love me without a spell.”

Olympias noticably wilted at this confession.

“And it was her. She loved me, and my whole life I was so ashamed of leaving her that I was blind to it.” A sob broke her voice. “All my life I had what I always wanted, and I didn’t see it… and then I had to ruin it!”

Skylar nodded, the picture of empathy. “What did you do?”

"I made her a cuck! Okay? The same humiliating transformation you gave me when I started this game. I ensured no one would ever desire her above any other woman."

Skylar clucked her tongue. "You ensured no one would desire the only person who actually loved you, that's harsh. How's she going to find a husband like that?"

Helen crossed her arms. "She's got land."

Olympias reached out to touch Helen's shoulder. Though the beauty did not pull away, there was a coldness in her reception of the touch. A statue-like resignation to contact.

Skylar turned her attention to the group. "What do we think gang? Helen met acceptance, with eternal rejection. Do we think she properly punished Hermione for being an obstalce between her and the master?"

Mary raised her hand. "I mean, it's just the same thing she did to her first target innit? Where's the creativity? Where's the pride in her work?"

"She's my daughter!"

"Mary." Olympias snapped her hand. "You do not Critizie Helen."

"We royals are always trying to save ourselves from feed back, ain't we?" The red maid bitterly crossed her arms.

"She's right though." Skylar nodded to Mary. "Your Brands are so much more powerful than they had been, and you just fell back to your first trick. One that didn't win you that first challenge, I'll remind you."

"Well it was the right choice." Helen said, venom in her voice. "It doesn't matter if it's creative. This was the most painful option for her and me."

"That it was." Skylar motioned for the crew to load up the next contestant's stats on the screen. "Next up we had cleopatra, couldn't help but notice no big magical transformations or punishments this week. Instead you packed up your bags and left the **** boy, explain."|

Cleopatra held in her breath. "My target was Mark Anthony... as many of you know... he was my wish. He was my whole reason for doing this show."

"A natrual target." Skylar said.

"Olympias used her prize from last week on me. And she got rid of my first trait, the one that turned me into a complete psychopath. Well... I made some modifications to Mark Anthony while I was under the effects of the trait, and now that I can see clearly... I'm disgusted by him."

"Wait..." Erica held up her hand. "You're... normal again?"

"Yes." Cleopatra held her hand to her heart. "And I am so sorry for the things I did to you, all three of you. I already had my prize... and I just couldn't stop."

A part of Erica accepted this hear-felt confession. She hadn't been in her right mind, but now that she was she was sorry. That was great, beautiful even. Another part of Erica was frothingly mad with the beauty. Was she pittying HER? Like, Erica was so far gone now, Cleopatra of all people felt sorry for her? She was so angry she just wanted to grab a handful of Boudica's hair, and move her pet inbetween her legs, but the bimbo was seated apart from her.

"So what was the betrayl exactly?" Skylar was kicking one of her booted feet, back and forth in the air.

"Two fold." Cleopatra was a lot more clinical with her heartbreak than Helen had been. "First over the course of weeks, I corrupted him. Then when my mind was clear, I cut him loose, told him he disgusted me, and moved in with the master. I undid the most famous love in history, and I didn't even need the show's help. I did it all myself, and rather than help him as Olympias helped me, I simply dumped him. I've victimized him from the moment I pulled him out of the hurricane. I betrayed him, myself, and our perfect love. "

All of this was made worse by Camera B which was trained on Mark Anthony in the second circle of the harem. It would cut back and forth between the two, just so it could see the shame on his face.

Skylar seemed almost sympathetic to their blight. "Many contestants have found it easier to erase their lives, and the memories of their loved ones. Those that bring them into the game, usually end up like this. I'm sorry Cleopatra. I know your betrayal was not as spectacular as the others, but I don't want to discount the depth of your pain in this experience."

"Thank you."

"Next up, Boudica!" The host turned her attention to the bimbo. "Boudica in your own words, tell us about your betrayal."

"Kay." Boudica clapped her hands together. "So there was like this totally bad dude named Nero. He's a full on joytoy, kay guys? He like tortured me and my daughters for our lands, or whatever. That's right, I got kids too! You don't hear me whining about it all the time, kay? So Skysky takes me to this bitchin' palace, wait I dont' think I can say that word tehehe. Any who, and he's having this orgy, and I'm supposed to mess him up. And I'm like, betrayal, sha right! I'll do this for free. But Skysky is like, um...if you do this... you'll be a total dummy or something. And I was like, worth! And now my hair is blonde, tada!"

"Okay, what?" Elizabeth looked to Skylar for an explination.

Skylar spoke up. "It's actually similar to what your day time self was discussing Elizabeth. I offered **** against Nero to Boudica, but the catch was that if she destroyed him before their time in history no one would ever remember her. She wouldn't be a legend, she'd be foot note. Her betrayal was to history, herself in it, and to anyone who'd ever been inspired by her tale."

"She did that?" Erica blanched. She gave a leery looked to Boudica... the week had been a haze of sex for the two of them. She'd thrown away her chance of winning, for ****? That's exaclty what a demon would do, exactly what her short sighted father would do. She covered her own mouth, suddenly scared that vomit would come flying out of it. "You bitch!" The creature inside of her snarled with her mouth, vomit of another kind. "We were supposed to win this together! You gave that up to fuck over some dead guy?"

The bimbo tilted her head. "Don't worry Erica, I made him into a tooootally cute sissy, and all his buddies too."

"This whole week... I thought this was your brand doing this to you, but you did this to yourself! Bouidca!" Erica was so mad, and scared she didn't know where to put her emotions. "People were counting on you!"

"Well fudge!" Boudica said, exasperated, but not mad. "My daughters were kind of counting on me to save them from Nero's goons."

"But it already happened!" Erica yelled. "There are people alive, who we're trying to save, all the children yet to be born, what about them?"

Boudica crossed her arms. "Well they aren't mine..."

The Camera cuts to Skylar's face. "As you can see, the ripple effects of her betrayal aren't nothing. Feminists Historians aren't the only people Boudica let down that day."

"I dunno." Mary had her own arms crossed. "Everyone here gets transformed each week, this was about hurting someone else. She got to hurt someone she wanted to kill anyway."

"Indeed," Cleopatra agreed. "Her challenge was so unlike ours, I don't see how they can even be compared."

"Well you have to consider us." Eve said softly. "Need I remind everyone that Boudica was winning, and that Erica and I were counting on her, now look at her. We've been betrayed."

"This is true." Only Skylar’s prompt The camera cut to Olympias. "Which is more than can be said for Oly the clown over here, what the heck happened? Do you know how many strings I had to pull to get a cold hearted monster like you out of hell, and you go and get soft on me?"

Olympias smirked. "If you did that all thinking you could get me to betray my son, then you're not as clever as you think Skylar." She stood up. "Yes, the hosts gave me Alexander my own son to betray. It's not that I couldn't, believe me I'm his mother I could ruin his life if I wanted to. I chose not to. Sorry to Say Satan, but there are things more important than you, or me, and it's my son. I take this loss with pride, and suffer whatever punishment the audience has to give me."

Helen winced, and spat on the ground. "You and Boudica are so cool... tch." She spat again. "Saving your children like that..."

"Helen." Olympias suddenly felt awfully insensitive waving her maternal virtues around like that. "I didn't mean anything..."

"No, fuck no." Helen pulled away from her touch. "You're right, that's how a mother should have been, fuck!" She kicked snow into the bonfire. "I don't even want to win this thing, and I couldn't bring myself to save her, not even save... just to leave her alone. I'm not worthy of being a mother." As she said this blonde fur began to grow along her body as her face pulled out into a canine's muzzle. "I'm not even worthy of being human..." She fell to her knees and began to crawl towards her master, her tail emerging from the back of her pants with a grand flourish. Whimpering she sat down beside him, and lowered her gaze to the ground.

Lucifer grinned, and gently began to pet her head. "There there, so long as you remember that, you'll always have a spot by my side."

“You’re the best master.” Said one of Helen’s head as it popped into existence.

“I’m a worthless pet unworthy of your care.” Said the other.

As they spoke Helen’s main head just stared morosely at the ground.

The girls cringed at this display, not even Olympias didn't dare to stop Helen from giving herself over like that. Most were surprised that she'd taken the form of a furry. Her emotions were just so dangerous, so dark, none dared to draw near. For they already held dread in their hearts, for their own upcoming exibitions.

“So obviously Olympias is taking last place this week, so were going to move onto Erica.”

The young woman, sighed and tilted her head to the side. She could sacrecly imagine the horrors she’d inflicted upon that mall, let alone face it again. So she closed her eyes, and let the beast inside of her take over. It was eager to brag about all the nasty things she’d done to Maria.

“You guys are going to love this.” She promised. “My target was my cousin Maria, she’s this really cool skank who stood up for me when I came out to my family. We’re hella catholic so you can imagine the reception I got, I would have been excommunicated from my family if she and my other cousins hadn’t threatened to go with me. So yeah, this bitch was pretty important to me. So I use my powers to humilate her. Let me tell you, I ravage this bitch. I drag her through the mall, addling her brain, and making her so horny she doesn’t know what to do with herself. She’s fogging in and out as I’m turnig her into total jail bait, new hair, new clothes, and all the while I’m just having my way with her. I’m kissing her, licking her neck, fingering her cunt like the incestious little cousin fucker I am, and it’s all so hot.” She blushing hot red now, her nipples poking through her shirt.

Everyone around the circle looks uncomfortable, even Olympias. Only Mary is grinning, on the edge of her seat excited. Now this is carange. It’s not just the details of what Erica had done to a person she’d supposedly loved. It was the glee with wich she explained her crimes.

Cleopatara was able to pull her eyes away, and glare at Skylar. Erica was the best of them all, and she’d turned her into this…

“But ya’ll know I’m a little girl, daddy’s little girl. So maybe I got a little exited, and things started slipping out. So I’m halfway through reverseing Maria’s toilet training, and I’m like ah shit the food court is selling soda in sippy cups, and Baby GAP is rebranding as Baby Slut, with an entirely new clientele. My power was spreading to the mall, and doing to them what I was doing to Maria. By the time I left that place half the mall was crawling on all fours, and nursing an oral fixation, and the other half was changing diapers and feeding that fixation.”

“Oh ho ho ho!” Mary was clapping her hand. “That’s some buttery shit Erica, hot damn. I mean, collateral damage doesn’t necesarrily make your betrayal more impressive, but nice work.”

“I’m not done.” Erica grinned. “So I finish with Maria’s makeover. I get her so fucked up, and confused all she can do is cry and masturbate. So I’m thinking about dropping her off at my aunt’s, fuck you bitch, you think I’m a deviant because I like girls? Well you’re going to flip when you hear what turns your daughter on now. but then I’m like wait a second. This whole challenge is to prove that I hold Daddy above anyone else right? So I head back to my house, where my parents are.”

“Oh no…” Eve said softly.

“Then I blast them with my brand too. The house gets infused with sloth, suddenly looks like shit. I knock on the door and there’s my mom, dirty ass sleeping tee, tits leaking like…” Erica suddenly shuddered, and the grin was replaced with a grimace. “Well… anyway… that’s enough.” She sat herself down and stared at the snow.

“Hmph.” That little tease. Skylar abhored having the story go unfinished, but it was clear Erica had returned to her good senses. “She gave Maria to her parents, while turning them into a pair of lazy perverts. Then she convinced all three that Maria was really Erica, she erased herself from her life.”

“And Maria too.” Erica said softly.

Was the cloud of silenece that followed pity, or disgust? Erica was not able to chop through the thick fog of quiet stares to find out. All she could do is hope and pray she did well enough to hold on for just one more week, and keep her hands out from between her legs. Her sex was as bestial as her words had been, and was ravenous after reliving everything that had happened at the mall.

“Erica.” Lucifer’s voice broke through the cloud. Though it rung like a bell, she refused to look up. “Erica.” She, almost refused. With a rattling nod, her gaze lifted upwards. “Good girl.” She shuddered. “Good girl.” He fished his dick out of his pants, turgid even in the chill of the night. “Look what you did.”

“Aaah.” She huffed, her breath steaming in the air. Daddy’s dick, gloriously hard at her betrayal. Her lips vibrated, like magnets meeting their polar opposites. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. All he had to do was nod, and Erica was on her knees crawling forward, just as Helen had done before. She licked her lips, hungrily.

“You did good baby.” He said gentle, holding his rod erect for her. “Come to Daddy.”

She cried out as if in religious esctasy, and let her mouth fall upon his dick. Her school girl ass was exposed in her skirt, the orage of the night’s fire danced agross her pale skin. Her beauty was his beauty, and for the first time the harem got a good look at their master’s daughter.

The sexual encounter sparked a reaction with the whole circle. Boudica had been behaving herself, but now feeling free to disregard decorum, slid her fingers into her shorts. Very soon she kicked the denim off completely and into the fire. She sighed happily, and the cameras captured her sinking her full fist into her puffying bimbo foofie.

Lucifer sighed as young woman, bobbed and slurped on his dick. He looked around the circle, to observe the emotions on display. Apathy from Olympias, disgust from Cleopatra, and anger from Eve. “Oh don’t be like that wifey, she’s your little girl too.”

Eve’s eyes skittered away, towards the ground. “Sorry dear.”

Skylar gathered the cameras back on herself. “Now that’s The Master’s being attended to, our next betrayal is Mary’s.”

Mary shurgged, stuffed her hands into the pockets of her apron, and then with a bit of incredible dexterity was suddenly standing on the back of her chair. She tail sprung loose, and the full moon descended to backlight her. She was the silhouette of evil. “I had a lover myself, a demon and our romance was as true of Cleopatra and what’s his tits. We’d stroll the river Styx while walking our tortured sinners, on their meat hooks.” She shrugged, her tail came around to caress her leg like an aroused lover. “What can I say? Love is a rare thing in Hell, I’ll probably never find it again. Which is all to say I killed him.” He tail sprung forward, and ripped her skirt and underwear appart to get into her red cunt. “Yeah, you like that, you little fucker?”

“By the gods.” Cleopatra sighed, she looked to Skylar, so beaten down by this game all she could muster was sadness.

Mary beamed proudly at the circle, soaking in this disgust. “So do I win?”

Skylar gulped unhappily. “I don’t like thinking that someone lost their life… because of me.”

“There’s where she draws the line.” Olympias rolled her eyes.

“That wasn’t very creative, Mary.” Skylar looked as distraught as the players usually did.

Mary cackled. “Anyone else kill their target?” She proudly raised her hand in the air. “Nobody? Nobody? Just me?” She grinned again. “Special little snow flake am I.” Her tail was frantically working itself in and out of her.

“It was just a demon Skylar.” Lucifer said, unconcerned.

“Whatever.” She waved the cameras away. “Let’s just move on to Elizabeth.”

“Finally, finally, finally.” Helen’s three heads barked.

Skylar took a deep breath, and tried to inflate herself. “Elizabeth, care to reveal your scheme?”

“Gladly.” The vampire straighted up, and cast her dark gaze across the harem. “Hear me, this is Fernec, my husband my love. My day time counter part fully intended to leave him untouched, juast as Olympias did.I couldn’t let her do that to herself, so I acted. Using the shuttle I went back to my homeland. After a bit of time studying dark magic, I approaced my husband, lured him out into a forest, and afflicted him with the Stogoi, the spirit of hunger. Usually they’re blood hungry creatures, but with a bit of tampering I was able to make him hunger for beauty. Now why would I do that? To terrorize my fellow players of course. I had a plan, not only to attack my beloved, turn him into a undead monster, and bar him from God’s Grace for all eternity, but I also wanted another ally to help me conquer this game. So the question became, how do I get him to colorado. The ressurection fruit has already been used, so then what? Well vampire’s are immortal, I could just tell Fernec to meet me in Colorado in 1000 years, but who knows what would happen to him in those intervening ages. Best to keep him locked up, and avoid the risk. So I used my new trait to hypnotize a couple of servants and task them with secretly tending to the coffin. I then left my age and returned to the shuttle, now this is where the genius comes in. I simply had the shuttle circle the block, and return me back to Hungary ten years later. Though moments had passed for me it’d been a decade or the servants, they were shocked that I was a live, sure I’d perished inside the castle walls years prior. Much like the holy son, they’d seen evidence of my resurrection, and this is when I started my cult. Setting myself up as a religious figure, I tasked my worshipers and their descendents with tending to the coffin, and worshipping my image. I would do this again and again, returning every ten or so years to refresh their zeal, and their hypnotic doctrine. They waited until the discovery of America, at which point I returned and instructed them to head to the holy land, they moved, many died, but eventually my cult had resettled itself in Colorado, and hundreds of years ago buried Fernec’s coffin on this mountain. Skip to the modern age, with Fernec safely buried beneath the lodge, I only needed to dig him up. I hypnotized the laymen around the lodge, and had them dig up the coffin, at which point he was released, and sought to slake his unholy thrist. You all know the rest.”

The circle was shocked. It’s not like her plan was more destructive than the others had been. Dooming her husband to the eternal damnation of undeath was kind of harsh, but these were a bunch of lost souls to begin with. It was the complexity of the plan. They weren’t disgusted with Elizabeth, they were scared of her. She’d figured a way to drag her husband into Skylar’s world, into their game, and had it not been for what passed as mercy from Skylar half of them would be his ugly slaves.

“Not bad.” Lucifer chuckled, and placed his hand on the back of Erica’s head. She’d stopped to listen to Elizabeth’s plot, much to his displeasure.

“Not only did you betray your lover, but you used it as an opprotunity to help you during the game.” Skylar was cackling. “I love it! Love it! Loooooooove it! However, you still have him by your side, that doesn’t look like a betrayal to me.”

“Why not?” Elizabeth ran her hand through her husband’s long blonde hair. “Who could love a ****?”

“Very good.” Skylar nodded. “We’ll leave the decision to the audience, but I’m impressed Elizabeth, lastly Eve darling, care to tell us your adventure?”

Eve took a deep breath, and assumed a perfect calm. Even as her braw wiggled, and wormed under her dress. “My target was my children, the whole human race. I was taken back to the garden of Eden, and I could have stayed there. But I knew that my presence would inevitably corrupt the garden, ruin it. I had no home left, and all that was left was to return to Master. So I ate the fruit from The Tree of Knowledge. I destroyed Eden, cast the human race out into the wilds. Every ****, or sickness, or crime, you have ever suffered, or heared of was because of me. Think of anything that makes you angry, sad, jealous, anxious, it was me who did that to you. This show, that ****, your ruin. It was me! Me! Me! Me! I am the greatest villian there ever was!” She stood up and cast her hand towards the harem, she was adressing the cameras. “Their betrayls are my betrayls, your evil was birthed from my own. Lilith thought herself the mother of monsters. I pity her innocence. It was I who gave birth to humanity, sin-consumed, all-devouring, monster-slaying humanity."

There was a noticeable grunt from Lucifer. The camera panned to him. He had a fist full of Erica's hair and was holding her tight against his crotch, as he twitched, and grunted. The little girl squeal with delight, as her daddy filled her mouth with cum. This was followed by a few heavy breaths, a deep sigh, and then a boisterous laugh. "You actually did it!" His head was tilted back. "You pulled it off a second time you mindless cunt!"

"Hurk hurk hurk!" Gagged, Erica as he began to user her on his still eager dick.

"Anything to make you happy, dear." Eve bowed her head submissively.

"Right of course." He rolled his eyes, and threw Erica off of him. He got to his feet, and zipped up his fly. “Looks like we have a whole rainbow on option tonight folks. But which was the best? The visceral extremes of Boudica and Erica? The emotional pain of Cleopatra and Helen? Then again it’s hard to beat the **** of Mary, or the genius of Elizabeth, but for my money…” He smiled at Eve. “Dooming humanity to an eternity of ****, is a hell of a way to get my attention.”

Skylar beamed. “Let’s see if the audience agrees, you’ve seen our girls at their worst, now which one did you like the best? We’re going to put their scores up on the screen and put it to a vote! But wait..." A small smile crosses her face, don't you want to know what the girls are fighting for?"

"Here we go." Cleopatra licked her lips, suddenly overtaken with intrest and desire, even if this entire meeting had been misery for her.

Skylar held her hand to the sky, and like a bird descending from it's per a fruit landed from the branches of the tree into her hand. There was only one fruit left. One red star in the sky. More like a sun, a bloated cursed sun over an iradiated world. That prize held nothing but dread to them.

The fruit in Skylar's hand however... "This is the Fig of Forgetfulness." She paused for admiration, but everyone including Satan was blind to what promise it held. "This is in a sense, what you get for reaching 100 points. You eat this fruit you forget your former life, you wake up as if this harem has always been your reality. It'll erase the trauma from this game, this last challenge. It'll give you a big step up in the next challenge, and even if you don't make it to 100 points, Mary, you'll still be right as rain. All your transformations will seem natural, even the punishments." She held out the fig to the group. "Ladies, what I offer you tonight, is peace of mind."

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1st Place: Boudica 104

2nd place:Erica 103

3rd Place:Helen 100

4th Place:Olympias 96

5th Place:Cleopatra 81

6th Place:Elizabeth 71

7th Place:Eve 64

8th Place:Mary 32

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