With the Morning, Of Course

Francis

Francis wakes up to find himself having a staring contest with a Moray eel on the other side of the glass ceiling. The snaky fish slips away from view as he stirs. He finds himself in an incredibly large novelty bed in the shape of a giant clam. He imagines a good half-dozen people could sleep in it comfortably, more if they squeeze in to cuddle. The headboard is shaped like the top of the bivalve shell. He is startled by his naked reflection on the mirrored sheen. I have a full head of hair now. Where’s my beard?

He sits up to see an end table with his glasses and some kind of shallow bowl on it. Slipping on his glasses, the bowl looks like it is filled with a thin layer of wet sand. Words are scratched into the surface of the sand:

Day 1 Itinerary

*Wake Up

*Not Die

*Date with Josie – starts at 6 PM

PS: Read notes for more information

PPS: Keep cock out, please

Picking up the bowl, the sand seems to stay in place. He smooths out the sand, then scratches the words, “Who are you?” into it. Nothing immediately changes. Mildly disappointed, he stands up and moves on. Finding some clothes in a closet (right by a bowl with the words “Clothes here. Keep cock out, please.” written in the sand inside it), he gets dressed; he ignores the request to continue exposing himself. He then exits the bedroom nook and enters into a hub area. The Master Suite, as Francis supposes he is trapped in, has an open design, with nooks carved out to be semi-open rooms. There are no doors, other than the (very heavily locked) double doors at what he figures is the “foyer”. Glass tubes criss-cross the marble floors; all of the walls (except for the wall holding the entryway door and this one weird sunken ship area) and ceiling are also made of glass. It feels like he is sitting in the middle of a fish tank. In places where Francis would sit, he sees a copy of the throne he found himself sitting on in the gray void during the opening amongst seating arrangements much more suitable to the rest of the furniture. On the dining nook table, Francis finds his usual breakfast: baked egg whites and chorizo in a large ramekin, served with a side of fresh fruit and a large cup of cold brewed coffee. He feels awkward sitting on the throne, but starts to dig in. Another note bowl to read is left on the table: “Food will be here, unless you wanna cook (and we’ll know when you wanna cook). Kitchen that way. Pull you cock out, please.” He looks in the direction of the arrow drawn in the sand to see a large kitchen area. He places the ramekin in the sink to let it soak. Baked egg whites are kind of sticky.

Refilling his coffee, he wanders his watery cage. Most of the nooks are self explanatory; he finds a personal gym (arranged in an ideal manner), a game room (complete with an impressive gaming PC, a large screen TV with several game consoles from his youth, even a Dungeons of Delving table with a built in screen for projecting maps on), a reading nook (bookshelves filled with books, comfy chairs, a fireplace), a fancy bathroom (featuring a large standing shower, a claw-foot bathtub large enough for three people, and a bidet that was weird to use), a small pool and hot tub area. Francis nopes his way out of the weird sunken ship nook as soon as he walked in; he does not see the need for a pirate themed sex dungeon. He finds several of those note bowls in the nooks, both explaining features of the various rooms and requesting him to masturbate (for example, in the hub area he found one by a TV remote – “Previous seasons on video streaming service set up on TV. Cum on the floor when you watch it” and another by a stupidly thick book – “Rules for this season. Cum on the floor when you read it.”).

What kind of pervert gets off on a book of rules? Guess I need to figure out this game on my own. No time like the present.

First, set up the background noise. Francis turns on the TV and starts to navigate the Harem Hotel Hereafter menus. Feeling a little vain, he searches his own name on a whim and, surprised, finds several seasons. Pondering the multiversal implications of him already being connected to other seasons, he selects a season from among them (“Harem Hotel: Sorority Sleep-away Camp Edition”) and starts the first episode. He then cracks open the rulebook and begins to read.

Tina

Tina wakes up with a face full of boobies. Between the too-small bed and the lack of sheets, the two girls cuddled up real tight last night. She finds her bikini from yesterday strewn over her body. She attempts to sit up, but is stopped by the iron grip of her bedmate.

“5 more minutes,” the redhead moans.

Great, someone that is even less of a morning person than me, the blonde bunny muses. She looks out of her door-less room to see Josie, clad in a sports bra and a pair of booty shorts, walk by.

“Help me,” Tina whisper-shouts, “I need to pee and she won’t let me go!”

A few moments later and both girls are out of bed. Tina, now able to wear clothes, throws on a cute T-shirt with a Full House (the hand of cards, not the sitcom) screen print on it and a pair of leggings. Scarlet, already wearing pajamas, makes no effort to change.

“Gotta pee. Bye!” Tina scampers out to find the toilets in the bathhouse.

Speed-walking by the Indigo/Skye room, she sees the naked girl, shivering, sleeping in the chair as Indigo hogs the entire bed, snoring. The girl is gonna freak out if I wake her, isn’t she? Feeling the need to check on her anyways, Tina tenderly nudges Skye’s shoulder.

“Time to wake up; we got our meeting in like 30 minutes, wherever it is gonna take.”

“Cold...” Her lips look a little blue.

“It’s okay. Maybe a dip in the bath will help?” Tina wraps an arm around the young naturist, too out of it to complain, and carries her to the baths. She hears Scarlet and Josie start to lug the still sleeping Indi out of bed.

Dinah is already up and sitting in the baths. She takes the barely awake Skye and guides her to lay her head on the de-aged woman’s shoulder. Tina then sprints to the toilets and makes it just in time.

Ahhh...

Dinah

Poor girl looks like she is freezing. We should talk when we have a moment. For now...

Dinah stares ahead at the seersucker wearing scum hovering above the bathhouse pool as if it were no big thing. The beast opens it’s foul maw and begins to speak, “Welcome all to Day 1 on Harem Hotel: Sapphic Seaside Edition! I’m Beckie Petersen, your most favorite host! As mentioned yesterday, your Master is locked away in the Master Suite until the first challenge. Every night until then, one of you will be spending the night with your Master on a date. Be sure to use some of that delectable BP to improve yourselves or the amenities you will have access to. The only requirement is that you spend the night sharing your Master’s glorious bed. No sleeping on The Master's glorious couch or in The Master's glorious Jacuzzi. Otherwise, plan away. In your Beckie Beeper, you will find lists and descriptions of whatever is available, as well as a shop to buy cool things to use or turn yourself into. There are, of course, physical locations you can visit if you don’t like shopping on-line. I know your Master prefers real stores. They are found in the hallway you used to walk in here. They are now open and ready for your patronage! Go crazy, have fun! You don’t want a boring, vanilla date, now?”

The hag continues, “Speaking of boring, vanilla dates, tonight’s date is with gym slut. Remember, gym slut, you are going to need at least 10 VP by the first challenge to avoid elimination. And you have no BP to spend. I’m sure you will use what you got. Toodles. See you tomorrow, same time. Matlock’s on. That Andy Griffin is so yummy in his seersucker.”

With that, the harpy is gone.

Dinah watches as Josie storms out of the bathhouse, towards the hotel lobby. She has work to do.

“Skye, are you okay?”

The girl got some color back. The warm waters of the bathhouse pool is helping, at least. “Indigo is so... indecent. She kept grabbing at me. I slept in the chair, but the room got so cold.”

Dinah gave the girl a head pat, “It’s okay. For now at least, would you like to sleep in my bed tonight? My roommate is going on her date.”

“Oh, thank you. But I promised Ms. Tina that I’d teach her about...”

Tina walks through the bathhouse, wearing what appears to be a dozen layers of clothing. Skye buries her face into Dinah’s breast, then continues, “Maybe I should help later. When she is decent.”

Francis

Francis doesn’t know what is disturbing him more, the rules or the background noise. All he knows is that he really wants out of this.

The rules are a literal smorgasbord of devious degeneracy. A scoring system based around pleasing “the master”, mostly sexually. A shop full of sex toys to screw with other contestants or transformations to screw yourself. Challenges whose only real prize is to avoid the more devastating transformations the host comes up with. Being trapped in a lock-downed dimension for an indeterminate amount of time while time rolls inconceivably slowly back home. Assuming we are ever allowed to leave.

The implications feel dire to Francis. None of the girls are going to want to sleep with me, but it is the only way they could possibly earn enough points to achieve the, for lack of a better word, “good end”. I’m missing something here.

The background noise puts these rules (or, at least a variation of them) into context. That “Francis” (who was actually a pretty attractive woman in his eyes) was a TA that got royally screwed by some sorority girls that took her lab. Francis remembers similar events in his time as a graduate student, the first red flags that he really shouldn’t pursue a career in academia. The sorority girls didn’t like the fact that they were caught plagiarizing lab reports from the sorority assignment files, so they took **** on his doppelganger: flinging petty insults, tossing hot coffee at her, filing sexual harassment claims, one even set fire to her car in the graduate student parking lot. She got fired, expelled, maimed, and made basically unemployable all in one fell swoop. The season was set up as a **** scenario: while the (mostly straight) girls tried to earn enough VP from challenges and exploring each other sexually, the master was to hunt the girls, one at a time, in that season’s equivalent of a date night. If the girl was captured, she was immediately eliminated from the game. Before he couldn’t stomach watching more of it, his doppelganger had eliminated 4 of the sorority girls and they were transformed into basically living sex toys.

Watching elimination footage became a dark obsession for about an hour before he had to stop. The service had elimination compilation episodes and Francis randomly watched Volume 15 in it’s entirety.

All the while, he knows he has incomplete information. The game is hiding something from him. Hopefully, Josie can give me that missing piece. If she is even willing to speak to me. She’s bound to hate me still. Gotta clear my head.