Yes, yes, a million times yes

Round 4 - Thursday - Day of Marcos/Mali's date

Eric woke up and noticed Valerie was sleeping pressed up against him. Her hair was strewn across her face and he gently brushed it aside. She looked so beautiful he just wanted to stare at her forever.

Valerie was one that he hadn't really figured out yet. She'd come here as his stalker, but really wasn't that bad deep down. Still, she was by far the most immature, and in some ways the least relatable.

She'd surprised him yesterday. Yes he'd known she was bossy and loved to shop, but she'd made sure he and Sarah had a good time in the marketplace. And afterwards, well Eric could certainly say he got everything he wanted out of the night before.

He strained his neck and realized Sarah had already left. Probably gone to get some cuddle time with Jenny. He tried slowly disengaging from Valerie but she woke up as soon as he started to move.

She smiled at him, "Good morning. Fuck I am sore. Last night was fantastic." She sat up and kissed him. Breaking off she continued, "I'm so glad Mistress brought me along yesterday. Wait, fuck. Even after sleeping with you she's still on top?" She looked at him and frowned, "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. Last night wasn't about VP, I am just surprised."

"That's ok. I get it."

Valerie bit her lip, "Ok. Would you hate me if I asked you to help me pass her?"

Eric grinned, "I think I can manage to cum again."

Valerie got up and knelt between his legs. Then she leaned over to push her tits against his cock. "Ok, I'm trying something new for me. Let me know if you like this." She started to slide up and down.

"Wait. You need something for lube first." He told her.

She nodded and took his cock in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. Then she tried again. She tried licking the tip as his cock poked through her cleavage at the top of each stroke.

Eric let himself naturally reach his peak and cum just as she was starting a stroke. He shot out rope after rope, covering her tits.

Titfuck +4VP

Cum on tits +3 VP

She sat up on her heels and grinned, "Thank you. I'll have to thank Sarah later. Want to come shower with me? I think my pussy is too sore for another round, but I'd love to have you wash me."

Eric nodded, "Let's go, I'll just warn you I'm only really good at washing breasts. I just have a hard time leaving them alone."

Valerie giggled, "Well I'll leave them to you then. If you get too excited I can always show you my specialty and clean your dick for you." She winked and hurried off the bed to the shower. Eric felt his dick twitch as he watched her magnificent figure go by. He followed her ready to get dirty before they got clean.

At precisely 8am their transformation ended. "Fuck that was too long." Marcos groaned.

"Whatever, it was fine. Ok you ready?" Marcos nodded and Mali pulled out her phone. "Ok phase 1, buy the transformation." She clicked the button and initiated their plan.

_20000 BP -> 10000 BP- - - - - -

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Jenny woke up to Sarah's smiling face. "Hey! What are you doing here?"

"Woke up early. Left Valerie there to tend to Eric so I could come tend to you." Sarah teased.

"Ew. Get a room." Alexandra said from the other side of Jenny. "Just teasing. I'll go grab breakfast and give you some privacy. If I see our resident housecats I'll direct them away."

Jenny waved bye, "Thanks!" Then she grabbed Sarah and kissed her, "Ok we have some time but then we have to get going. Today I am taking you on a date just like I promised."

"Ooh. Where are we going? Wait, it's Marcos and Mali's date. So are we just staying on the ship?"

Jenny giggled, "You'll just have to wait and see. Now then did you get your fill last night or do you want a taste of my pussy?"

As an answer Sarah pulled down Jenny's bikini bottoms and dove in. Jenny moaned as Sarah expertly teased and pleased her. Today was off to a good start.

"Look, we're entering a river, at least I think we are." Yaz pointed out the window. Isla got up and looked.

"Yes certainly. I'm not sure where we are, Earthly geography isn't my forte, and I can't just use magic to figure it out anymore."

"Oh I know. We're definitely in France." Alexandra said without getting up.

"Huh, how do you know?" Yaz asked.

"I ...uh...I don't know. I just know. I didn't lose absolutely everything I knew before."

Yaz shrugged, "I've been to France before. I know I have. It seems like a lifetime ago. I suppose it was."

"Now you can experience it with fresh eyes. I hope we're docking somewhere. French wine might not be the best in the world, but there are definitely some amazing vineyards here." Said Alexandra.

"There was a season once with a Master from France," Isla said, sitting back down, "It wasn't very popular. The Master was already sleeping with all of the contestants before the abductions. The host, what was her name, right, Fleur, she thought they'd all have catfights and it would be brutal. Instead they just agreed to share him and fucked him until his heart gave out."

"Wait, what?" Yaz asked incredulously.

"Ya. Heavy smoker. Bad ticker. Fleur should have been paying more attention to his health. Anyway it would be fun to get off the boat and have a drink, if you ladies wouldn't mind me tagging along."

Alexandra smirked, "Not at all. And if we can't find a vineyard then we can just drink milk instead." She winked at Isla who just groaned in response.

Just then Valerie came in, "What's this? We're going drinking?"

"We're in France apparently." Replied Yaz.

Just then Ciela appeared, she confirmed their suspicions. “Yes, welcome to France. We’re going to be docking here if any of you want to explore. As a special present I’m giving everyone 100 euros, and of course you can buy more with BP on your phones. I believe Marcos and Mali have charted the helicopter to take them to Paris if you want to intrude on their date, or else you’ll find the city of Rouen outside and a robust train network to take you wherever you want to go. Just be sure to get back to the boat by nightfall. Have fun today.” And she disappeared as quickly as she’d come.

The group left at the table started discussing plans of what they would do and where they would go. None were very familiar with France except for Alexandra and so they relied on her knowledge to guide them.

As they were discussing Valerie came in and joined them. “You girls are planning a day trip? Can I join?”

“Sure. Why not.” Alexandra said politely. Valerie wasn’t her favourite person, but she wasn’t able to exclude her.

“Perfect. Well I ran into Mali on the way here. It sounds like Marcos and Mali and bringing Jenny, Sarah and Beatriz along in the helicopter already. I don’t know why they didn’t invite everyone, but I don’t think we should intrude. Let’s take the train to Paris. We can have a drink along the way and see the countryside and then do whatever when we get there.”

“Actually ya, I agree with Valerie. Let’s hurry and take the train. We don’t want to run out of time.” Everyone pulled out their phones to buy tickets while Valerie wolfed down some food. Soon the four of them were off headed for le gare de Rouen.

Eric had just said goodbye to Valerie when he heard a knock at the door. Stephanie answered it for him and let someone into the room. He went to greet them, "Oh hi Trinity. What are you doing here so early?"

Trinity came in and threw her arms around him and kissed him, "Good morning Eric! I just wanted to talk before your big date. Look I talked it over with some of the girls and I realized you're not going to give me that ring. I understand why and I accept that. I do not however accept any lesser position in your Harem other than your wife." She pulled back a little and sighed, "Fuck that came off more forceful than I intended. Ok. Trying again. Eric, I know I've only known you a little while, and my knowledge of humanity is a little half baked, but I love you.

I am going to spend the rest of my life with you as part of your Harem, but even without it that is what I want. To spend my life with you. I want everything we had together in that simulation and more.

What I'm trying to get at is I want to marry you. You can marry whoever else you want in the Harem, or fuck it outside the Harem, just marry me first." Trinity pulled a small box out from behind her back and knelt down in front of him. She opened the box and presented a thin gold ring, "Eric will you marry me?"

Trinity 4010 BP -> 0

Eric stared down at her for a moment, then smiled. He picked her up, "Yes. Of course I'll marry you." He kissed her and she slid the ring onto his finger.

The sound of clapping interrupted their kids. Eric blushed and turned to see Mali in the entryway.

"Whoo! You get it girl." Mali shouted.

Trinity grinned, "Well I shouldn't keep my fiance from his date. If possible I’d like to get married on our date night, but even if you want to wait, please don't give out the ring before we can talk about it. I really want to be your first wife." She kissed him again and looked over at Mali, "After that I’m happy to let you marry everyone else too. I'll let you get on with your date. We'll have hot just-got-engaged sex later." Trinity practically skipped out of the room.

Eric turned to Mali, "So you two decided to combine early?"

Mali shook her head, “Nope. Not combined. You’re looking at Mali. Just Mali. No Marcos here.” She gave a twirl, showcasing the lack of chains connecting her.

“But…how?” Eric asked.

“We bought a transformation. 24 hours of separation. You and I are going on a date. Just the two of us. Well, after a short ride together in the helicopter. Come on, let's go.”

“Go? Where? Am I dressed appropriately? I haven’t eaten anything yet.”

“Yes. I have food for you on the helicopter. Let’s go!” She gave another twirl and ran off. Eric hurried after her. She sure had a lot of energy so early in the morning. He still didn’t even know where they were.

When they got to the helicopter he could see they were moored along a river cutting through a city. He followed Mali into the copter and saw Sarah, Jenny, Marcos and Beatriz already seated. Mali served everyone mimosas and handed Eric some kind of pastry. “Eat up!” She told him.

Whatever it was, it was delicious. So was the drink. The helicopter took off and he looked at Mali, “So you going to tell me where we’re going now?”

“Paris of course.”

“...of course…why of course?” Eric looked out the window. He couldn’t see much, just lots of countryside.

“Because that’s where we’re going. Don’t worry about it. You ever been to Paris before?”

“No. You?”

Mali shook her head, “No. I didn’t travel much as a kid. Or I suppose I never traveled at all, all my memories are totally fictional, created by Isla after all. Fuck it’s just so weird to think about. Sorry, that’s my issue. No, I have no memories of Paris.”

Eric took a sip of his drink, “Ya. I’m sorry. That’s rough. I have these fake memories too, memories that have affected the real world. Like I know I’m now in charge at my old firm. I have the memories of reaching that position, I even found a bunch of news articles online about myself. I’m wildly more successful now than before the show, but none of it’s real. I didn’t actually do anything to deserve it. I don’t know that I really have the skills to keep it going. I’m stressed about what happens when we all have to return to reality, I mean, whatever lives we can make after this show.” Eric sighed, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to make this about me. I started just trying to commiserate, but ended up just dumping on you. Obviously I don’t know what it’s like to have my entire past be made up, but all I can say is the person you are now, that’s real. You are real. Whatever you choose to do from now on, that’s real. I…no, all of us, we’ll all support you."

Mali smiled and then drained her whole glass, "Thanks. But fuck that's too deep for early morning. This is supposed to be a party. Ok so those guys have their own plans, but we still need to decide what we're going to do."

Eric shrugged, "I don't know. I've never been to Paris, or anywhere in France."

"Me either. Would you be cool with just a low key date? We can just walk around and shop and snack and do whatever looks interesting."

"Ya totally. I can be low key."

He heard Jenny snort from across the cabin. "Eric, do you remember when we were kids and we went camping together? You planned out every minute of the trip, including precisely how long we had to roast marshmallows. Since when are you low key?" She teased him.

"And wasn't that the perfect camping trip? We had time to do everything because I planned ahead. Besides, I can so be low key. I'm hip."

Jenny laughed again, "Ok gramps whatever you say." Sarah slapped Jenny gently and shook her head. Jenny sighed, "Sorry Eric. Sarah's right. I shouldn't be making you look bad in front of your date."

It was Mali's turn to laugh, "Don't forget I've spent a lot of time in Marcos' head. I know just how low key Eric can be. Still, it's going to be great. You two worry about your own date. Eric and I will stroll the Parisian streets, sipping wine and eating baguettes without a care in the world."

Eric smiled, "Sounds great." Out of the window he could see the city getting closer and closer.

"Cheers!" Valerie said, lifting her glass. Isla smiled as she joined the others in clinking glasses. She'd accepted that she was part of this Harem forever, it was good to be making in roads to friendship.

She'd never really had a friend before. Maybe Ciela, but sisters were different from friends in many ways. She didn't really know how to go about making friends. Valerie had told her to just own how fucked up she was, which seemed like bad advice especially coming from someone who Isla knew for a fact had no real friends before this show. Still, it seemed to be working. Earlier everyone had even laughed at a joke she made about Yaz being a bimbo.

Of course Yaz had fired back with a cow joke which briefly raised her ire. Still, after a lifetime of not ever having to take it, she now understood she had to be gracious when it came to that kind of thing. She even managed to laugh too.

"So what are we doing when we arrive? More wine? Museums?" Yaz asked everyone.

"I'd love to see some art. Human art is just so different from what I'm used to. I love to look at all the little flaws." Isla replied.

Alexandra scoffed, "Oh so humans are so flawed and you're so perfect?"

"No. I didn't mean it like that." Isla held her hands up trying to defend herself, "Where I'm from almost everyone had magic. Artists don't manually create art. They use magic and it's just all too perfect. The lines, the depth, the thought behind every brushstroke, human art is so much more because of all those little imperfections."

Alexandra had the grace to look ashamed, "Sorry. That's really beautiful. I guess I'm still a little angry with you."

Isla sighed, "I understand you are angry, but consider the alternative. You had been caught by some very bad men. They wanted to kill you, or worse. I saved you from them, and now you might be a permanent nudist, but you might actually get to be a real ballerina."

"Sure. That's true I suppose, "Alexandra shook her head, "But what about Marcos? You completely took away who he was. Or Mali you just made her from nothing? You made Beatriz into a molesting monster, Jenny has to show off her huge bouncing tits all the time, Sarah needs permission to talk. Fuck, you've fucked us all."

Isla fought to remain calm ,"Yes. That's all true, but also not true. Marcos wasn’t just his body, his soul is untouched. Where do you think he is now? He's going to propose to Beatriz. He never would have done that before, he was too self conscious about their age gap. Now he's going to spend the rest of his life with the woman he loves.

And Beatriz? I didn't make her a perv, she always was. I just let her happily express how she really feels without repercussions.

Jenny looks stunning in a bikini. She would probably like to wear something else sometimes, but ask her if she's happy. You all know the answer.

And Sarah? She chose that transformation herself. It wasn't me at all." Isla huffed as she breathed out and caught her breath, "My point is, yes I fucked you all. I did it for personal power and fame. I didn't care if any of you or even Eric were happy. I only tried to steer things that way to appease the audience. Still, I've been getting an express education in how to treat other humans. I realized how awful I was to you all and I want to be better. I know my simple apology isn't enough but for whatever it's worth I'm sorry."

Alexandra didn't say anything for a moment then shook her head, "Fuck. I guess I shouldn't really judge."

Valerie put her hand on Isla, "I forgive you. We can be friends."

Yaz nodded, "Ditto."

Alexandra finally smiled, "Ok. Maybe we can be friends…eventually. First though, we're going to need more wine!"

Trinity knew everyone else was headed for Paris, but her mind was elsewhere. After they'd all left she headed to the Master suite to see Stephanie. Stephanie seemed surprised to see her, but it was sometimes hard to tell with that panel gag over her mouth. "Hey Stephanie. I'm sure you were listening when I proposed to Eric earlier. I wondered if you wanted to help plan our wedding?"

Stephanie's eyes lit up and she gave a thumbs up.

"Perfect. Follow me to my room, I'll show you my ideas so far." Stephanie held up a finger and went somewhere in the suit. She returned with a bottle of champagne and a single glass. She nodded for Trinity to lead on. "Ooh. Good idea. Let's go!"

Sarah was walking along the streets of Paris holding Jenny's hand. Jenny looked a little out of place in her string bikini but most people gave her little mind.

Surprisingly Sarah's own gothic look seemed to get more attention. She'd wore a lacy dress which showed off her tattoos, including a deep V line showing the tip of her breasts.

Sarah had no idea where they were going, but Jenny seems to have memorized the route. Jenny seemed to suddenly recognize a landmark, "Oh, we are here." She pulled Sarah along.

"Where is here?" Sarah asked.

"Ah, how's my old grade school french. La bibliotheque."

"A library? I know I like books but I'm surprised you'd have a date at a library." Sarah teased.

"Just wait mon amour, let's go inside."

Jenny was right, as she led Sarah inside she was stunned. It was beautiful. It was part library, part museum, part work of art. Jenny had done her research and she left Sarah around showing things off, acting as a tour guide.

Hours later they finally said goodbye to the library and Jenny led her to a nearby garden. Well garden was an understatement. It was the grounds of a palace. They wandered around the garden admiring the architecture and the plants all around.

Suddenly Jenny stopped and turned to Sarah, "I love you."

Sarah smiled, "I love you too."

"I'm not really good with words, but I want you to know, I think you saved me."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Before Harem Hotel I was just coasting. Then coming here, finding out about Stephanie, getting transformed. I don't know that I would have been strong enough to handle it all if I hadn't found you.

Despite these huge knockers, or this tiny bikini, I feel more like myself than I have in a long time. You make me so happy, I could almost cry."

Sarah could almost cry too, "Wow Jenny. I feel the same way. I was floundering before I met you. Completely alone and lost. Now I feel like I can do anything. I love you."

Jenny smiled and reached for her purse, "Fuck I had the whole day planned out. I wanted this to be perfect. Except I can't wait any longer." She opened her purse and pulled out a ring. Then she got down on one knee and held it up to Sarah.

"Sarah Liu, I love you more than I've ever loved anyone. I've never wanted anything more than to be your wife. Will you marry me?"

Now Sarah did cry. She felt the tears come and fought to speak before she couldn't answer anymore. She grabbed Jenny's hand, "Yes. Yes. I will marry you." Jenny slid the ring onto Sarah's finger and stood up to kiss her.

After they pulled away Sarah suddenly had a thought, "Your parents house. This is why you talked to your mom alone isn't it?"

Jenny nodded, "This was my grandmother's ring. It was her most prized possession. One of the only things she managed to hide and keep safe when she was **** into the camp. She willed it to my mom and told her to give it to whoever I was going to marry. When I asked my mom for the ring she was so excited she nearly ran downstairs to smother you in hugs. We had to leave early or else she was definitely going to ruin the surprise."

Sarah touched the ring gently, "Thank you Jenny. I'll treasure it always. Now what else did you have planned today? Or are we just heading back to the boat to fuck?"

Jenny giggled, "Oh my plan does involve sex, but not till much later. Actually we are really close to the Louvre, that was my next stop."

Sarah smiled, "Then lead on, fiancee."

Jenny pretended to swoon, "Oh my. We might have to move sex earlier on the agenda after all. Hearing you say that makes me wet."

"Just wait till I call you wife." Sarah teased.

"Ok. Fuck it. We're going to go have sex in the helicopter. The Louvre will be there later. This way." Jenny grabbed her hand and pulled her along.

Beatriz looked up at the huge space in front of her, “Wow. It’s beautiful.” She told Marcos. Since she was a little girl she’d already dreamt of visiting Paris. It seemed to her like she’d never go, her few plane trips limited to video game tournaments with Marcos. Now here she was, at Notre-Dame cathedral. Marcos had somehow found a Spanish language tour group for them to join and they’d spent the morning touring around seeing all the sights of Paris.

They held hands as they walked through the church. She felt a little weird to be topless in a church, but thankfully had purchased a reality adjustment so it was always legal and acceptable, if odd, for her.

Beatriz 2000 BP -> 0

“It’s an amazing sight.” Marcos agreed, “so is Paris living up to your dreams so far?”

Beatriz nodded, “Yes. For sure. Thank you for bringing me here Marcos.”

Marcos leaned in and kissed her, “I should have done it sooner.”

They continued walking around, exploring the historic sight, and listening to their tour guide. Eventually the group got back on the bus but Marcos held Beatriz back, “Their next stop is the Eiffel Tower, but we’re going there later.” He waved bye to the tour operator, who he’d already arranged their departure with. “We’re going to go have lunch.”

Marcos led her across the bridge and into a quaint restaurant. When their waitress came Beatriz couldn’t help but stare at her chest, “Oh my God look at those things.” she whispered to Marcos.

Marcos sighed, “Shh… we don’t want to get kicked out.”

Beatriz only grinned, she had no fear of that. As the waitress brought them some wine and explained the menu Breatriz reached out to grope her. The woman looked a little flushed, but otherwise ignored Beatriz and professionally continued. After she had left, Marcos admonished her, “Bea! You can’t just grope people without their consent. It’s not right.”

Beatriz sighed, “You’re right. I’m sorry. I just love boobs, what can I say? Oh, I know.” She reached across to grope Marcos. Mali had asked him not to spend any BP shrinking their tits, she wanted huge ones for Eric tonight, so Marcos was sporting a hefty rack. He moaned as Beatriz mauled his tits. Of course nobody else cared, it was perfectly normal for Beatriz to grope people after all.

“Oh stop or I won’t make it through lunch.” Marcos complained.

“Fine,” Beatriz stuck out her tongue, “I’ll stop. Being changed into a woman might be a bummer for you, and for me too, sometimes, but I bet you love how sensitive those things are.”

Marcos shrugged, they hadn’t spent a lot of time talking about his change, he wondered why she brought it up now, “I suppose. Obviously I miss my old body and would take it back in a heartbeat, but I do have to agree that this body offers unique pleasures over my old one.”

Beatriz grinned, “Well I hope this date of yours includes a hotel room or something after. I am going to show you all those unique pleasures in detail later.”

Marcos smiled, “You’ll have to just wait and see.”

Mali and Eric were walking down a street. Nervously she reached out and grabbed his hand. Eric held hers in return and she smiled. She hadn’t really been on dates before, and this was her first date without Marcos chaperoning. She wanted to take this opportunity to get to know Eric better. She was going to be stuck in his Harem after all.

“Oh let’s go in here.” She said, pointing at a clothing store. She led him through the store, pulling out skirts and dresses to look at. “Who knew there was so much goth style in Paris?” She asked aloud.

An employee overheard and interjected, “But of course, Paris has all the world’s fashions. Can I help you and your boyfriend find anything?”

Mali turned to the woman, “Oh he’s not my…well…” she looked up at Eric and bit her lip, “Actually, I want something that will knock his socks off. Something that says, ‘fuck me now’. Got anything?”

The salesperson laughed, “Of course. This is Paris. You, man, stay here. I’ll bring her back in a moment.” Mali waved bye as the salesperson led her deeper into the store. She started picking out outfits and holding them against Mali, shaking her head each time. Finally she grabbed something, “Aha mon ami, c’est parfait! Come.” She pulled Mali into a dressing room.

Mali was surprised that the woman entered the stall with her, but didn’t resist as the woman helped strip her and get her into the new outfit. First was a corset that laced up in front. She slipped it on her and started to lace it. As it tightened Mali felt her tits being pushed together and upwards. The corset barely covered her nipples and she was displaying an obscene amount of cleavage. Very different from her pre-transformation flat chest.

Next she pulled on a garter and stockings which she attached for Mali. Then a short black dress overtop of everything. It was lacy and translucent giving full view of her cleavage. The stockings went just above her knee and the dress was short which put a lot of thigh on display.

“It’s perfect. He won’t be able to resist you. Come, let’s ‘knock his socks off’.” The salesperson grabbed her hand and pulled her along.

Mali felt herself blushing as Eric looked her up and down. She saw him open and close his mouth several times. The salesperson laughed, “See mon ami, he is speechless! Now then this is going to sound bizarre but your outfit today is gratuit, how do you say, um free.”

“Huh, how could it be free?” Mali asked.

The saleswoman shrugged, “Earlier today this woman comes in, and she gives me some money. She tells me she wants me to use it to gift an outfit to someone, anyone. Says to pick someone I think deserves it. I don’t know why, but I feel like you are the one I want to have it for free.”

Eric stepped forward, “This woman did she leave her name?”

The salesperson shook her head, “No. She was beautiful though. Tall. Black. Wore an impeccable suit. Anyway, please enjoy it. You may wear it out. Here’s your clothes you came in with.” She handed Eric a bag and turned away.

Mali looked at Eric, “So what do you think?”

Eric had finally recovered his voice, “You’re gorgeous.”

Yaz followed along behind Isla, utterly bored. Isla spent far too long looking at each painting. Yaz just couldn’t be bothered. Valerie and Alexandra seemed happy to discuss the art with her, leaving Yaz the odd one out.

On top of that she felt her outfit was getting more than a few stares. Even more than Alexandra’s nudity. Even one seemed to understand that Alexandra was a legal nudist,but they still thought it was weird for Yaz to be dressed in cosplay.

“Come one guys, let’s move on. There’s so much to Paris besides the Louvre.”

Alexandra smiled at her, “Oh ya like what?”

Yaz shrugged, “More wine?”

Isla blushed, “Sorry. I’m going quite slow aren’t I. Ok let’s hurry up.”

Valerie stared at Yaz for a moment, “Ok, what’s really eating you? You seemed a lot happier last night, but all day you’ve been grumpy. Did something happen with you and Eric?”

Yaz sighed, “No. Well yes. He made me promise not to use any of the elimination items.”

Alexandra looked at Yaz confused, “So? Is that a bad thing? I thought you decided not to anyway.”

Yaz shrugged, “I don’t know. No, I mean, I don’t plan on it, but it was still my choice. Now it’s not.”

“But didn’t you agree? You didn’t have to, right?” Isla asked.

“Sure. But I’d had two orgasms, and just gotten some BP, I wasn’t in the right frame of mind.”

“What exactly did you promise anyway?” Alexandra asked.

Yaz shrugged, “I’m not sure. Something like, I won’t use any of the elimination items. It’s a bit hazy, brain pop and all.”

“Well,” Alexandra said, “if you decide that’s what you want, just ask him. Just because you can’t put the collar on yourself, doesn’t mean he can’t.”

“Huh, I guess you’re right.” Yaz said, “Still I don’t really want that kind of elimination. I just want to be able to decide for myself, you know? I’m close enough now that I could always take one of those tattoos to save myself. Maybe you want a second nudist?”

Alexandra laughed, “Sure, the more the merrier.”

Isla smiled, “I don’t think you’ll have to resort to the Yaz. You aren’t so far away after all. I think…MOO.” Isla frowned, “Moo?” She had asked Yaz to milk her before they left the boat, how could she be full already? Her transformation from the dice had worn off, what was going on?

Yaz took Isla’s hand, “Come to the bathroom with me. I’ll help you out. Valerie, Alexandra, we’ll meet you out front later ok?”

Ciela watched from her TV as Yaz started to suckle at Isla’s tit. “How indeed, sister. Just helping you bond with your harem sisters that's all.”

Ciela 799 BP -> 599 BP

Marcos and Beatriz had finished their lunch and walked all the way to the Eiffel Tower. Along the way they’d stopped at a few shops, at a cafe for coffee, along the river to watch a boat go by. They were having a great time. “Here we are, I’ve got us reservations at a restaurant here.” Marcos led her inside.

“Wow this is incredible Marcos, how did you ever get us in here?”

“Magic of course. Come on, let’s eat.”

They were seated near the window, 400 ft up they got a fantastic view of the city. “Wow, this wine is amazing.” Beatriz said, taking a sip.

“Nothing but the best for you.” Marcos replied.

“Oh please, you've always been cheap. Since when do you go all out for dates? I mean I know you spent BP instead of money, but still. Something's up."

Marcos stammered, "Up? No nothing's up. Just wanted to give you a perfect date."

Beatriz' eyes lit up. She had an idea where this night was going. Still, she wasn't going to ruin it for him. "Ok. Let's just enjoy this lavishly expensive dinner. Then perhaps a trip to the top? Maybe a stroll around the grounds?"

Marcos blushed, "Ya. Something like that."

When the waiter came with their bill Beatriz nearly fainted. They probably hadn't spent that much eating out the entire time they'd been together. They'd never eaten at a Michelin star restaurant either.

Marcos played it cool. He pulled out a thick stack of Euros from his purse and thanked the waiter in a broken mix of French and Spanish. He then offered Beatriz his hand.

She took it and stood up, "Wow is this what I have to look forward to? A Marcos who knows how to treat me right?" She winked at him. She definitely knew where this was going.

Marcos led her outside and they strolled around a little. Eventually Marcos stopped.

"Beatriz, back in Peru…honestly…I was always afraid of our relationship. I didn't have a lot of confidence in myself. I was a much older man and you are so young and beautiful. My days of winning tournaments were nearly over. I'd have to quit gaming soon and get some retail job. I could never have provided you the life you deserve. If you stayed with me eventually you'd end up taking care of me in my old age with no help and no thanks.

This show took away my very sense of self. It stuck me with this weird alternative version of myself. Literally chained to me. It's messed with both of us in ways we never could have imagined.

Yet it's given me a gift too. It's given me the opportunity to spend my whole life with you. To grow old together. It's given me the confidence to tell you what I want from you, to give you whatever you need in return.

Beatriz I loved you from the moment I met you. I've wanted to marry you since the first time we went on a date. I never want to be without you.

I love all of you. From your gorgeous smile to your gropey hands to your kissable toes. I am happy to share you with the whole Harem, to be shared with them in return, as long as we are always together in the end.

Beatriz, my love," Marcos pulled out a ring from his purse and got down on one knee, "Beatriz will you marry me?"

Beatriz had known it was coming all night. She'd prepared herself for what to say in the moment. She knew she was going to say yes. She wanted this as much as he did. She opened her mouth to say yes but instead, "Holy fuck look at that diamond!"

Marcos grinned, "I didn't catch that, was that a yes?"

Beatriz lunged forward and tackled him to the ground. She kissed him and then sat up and put the ring on. "Yes. Yes. A million times yes." Then she kissed him again.

Yaz wiped the excess milk off her face, "All better?" She asked Isla.

"Yes. Thank you. I really appreciate it."

Yaz shrugged, "No problem. Let's go join the others." They left the bathroom and were headed for outside when they heard shouting.

"Arret! Arret!" They turned and saw two angry policemen storming towards them. The officers stopped in front of them and spoke very quickly. Yaz could barely make out anything they said. She had thought her French was passable, but they simply spoke too fast. She caught a few words, "loi…sexuelle…Sein…menottes"

Isla looked at Yaz, "What's he saying?"

Yaz shrugged, "Something law, sexual, breast and handcuffs? Oh no, someone must have seen us in the bathroom."

The officer roughly grabbed Yaz and turned her around. They cuffed her hands together, an experience she was too familiar with now.

Isla waited for them to do the same to her but it never happened. Their radios went off and they shrugged and simply walked away. "What just happened?" Isla asked.

Yaz sighed, "Fuck. I wondered about that. My damsel in distress transformation. It must work even without the golems helping. I bet Eric can remove these cuffs. I'm stuck for now."

"Oh. Sorry. Let's go find the others. Maybe we can find Eric in the city somewhere."

"Ya. After you." Yaz followed Isla to meet up with Alexandra and Valerie.

Trinity was lying in bed cuddling with Stephanie. "I'm sorry I didn't get to know you better when you could talk. I kinda hated you then. I've forgiven you now. I promise to have lots of sex with Eric to give you some stimulation."

Stephanie nodded and stroked Trinity's hair in response.

"Oh fuck. Wow. I forgot you can trigger that too. I'm sorry I can't help you out right now. Thanks for helping me today. I think I know what I want for my day with Eric. I'll just have to make sure he agrees. If he's going to be my husband I don't want to start making important decisions without him."

Stephanie nodded.

"Oh, do you want to watch a movie? Or 3? I've heard good things about Back to the Future.

Stephanie gave a thumbs up. She would have giggled if she could. When would Trinity learn that quality within a movie series could vary, oh well. She was looking forward to just chilling with a friend for the evening. The two settled down for their movie marathon.

Eric had been having a wonderful time with Mali. They hadn’t really done anything, just wandered around, checked out some shops, dressed her up in an incredible sexy outfit. Still he had really enjoyed just talking to her.

He’d almost forgotten that she was supposed to be an alternate version of his friend Marcos. At first she’d just seemed so young and immature, but now that he was spending some quality time with her he saw all the parts of Marcos shining through. He’d been worried that they were just too far apart in likes and age to get along, but she was proving that all wrong. He wished they could just wander Paris forever.

Mali suddenly stopped and snapped Eric out of his reverie. “Here we are.” She told him. He looked up at a palatial looking hotel. “I got permission from Ciela, we’re staying here overnight.” She grabbed his hand and led him inside. They checked in and went up to their room. Mali jumped on the bed and turned to face him, “So are you hungry? We could order room service…or you could just eat me?” She lifted the dress of her skirt to expose her moist pussy. Eric could see her blushing at her own forwardness, but he wasn’t about to leave her hanging.

“I could eat” He winked at her and approached the bed. He spread her legs apart with his hands and slowly kissed the inside of her thighs. Mali moaned as he worked his kisses closer and closer until he finally kissed her vulva. He went slowly, teasing, darting his tongue in and using his hands to rub her legs and stomach.

“Fuck, oh fuck. Stop teasing and just make me cum!” She begged. Eric obeyed and dove in, working his tongue like her pussy was the most delicious dessert. It worked and soon she was bucking her hips as a huge orgasm overtook her.

Master ate her out + 3VP

Mali sat up, “Wow. That was amazing. Give me a moment to catch my breath.” She panted for a moment, “Ok. My turn.” She grinned and pounced on Eric. She kissed his lips and wrapped her legs around him. Then she let go and got on her knees and swiftly took his cock in her mouth. She bobbed up and down as fast as she could trying to make him cum.

Eric wanted to enjoy it more so he grabbed her hair and used it to slow her down and control her pace. She seemed to understand what he wanted and went along with it. Then she popped off for a moment, “Oh, a request? No flavour, I want the original taste.” Then she went back to it.

Eric obliged and came in her mouth. She did her best to swallow all of it.

Blowjob + 5VP

She wiped her mouth clean and smiled at him, “Did I do a good job?” She asked.

“It was perfect. Now about that room service?” Eric smiled at her. Mali giggled and grabbed a menu from the desk. Together they looked over the menu and decided what to order.