Bonus

-Status of others in other worlds.

Miranda blinked, and suddenly a snide-looking demon of a man was in her office, so she flipped and out screeched for him to get out, which abruptly knocked the smile lustfully staring at her body off to retreat with the rest of the man dressed as her employee. She locked her office and scoured her computer for any information; somehow everyone she ever knew was now a demon, and so many industries were now either directly lust focused or towards magical devices fueled by such.

The saving grace of this world was that nothing appeared abnormally violent, so she took the risk and invited 'Ryan' back to her office; demon clothing standards appeared to be quiet form fitting and outrageously open on all buttons and zippers, that resonated a bit with her well-hidden fantasies of disciplining Ryan like a submissive twink under her heel.

The incubus shrugged off the atmosphere, joking "ha~ Here I thought you were too humane to be a boss, but you're looking really predatory right now", said with his voice dripping with lust.

"Lock the door" she ordered, accepting the fact that this world acted off of lust, and she had been ambitious enough to get her role. Miranda passionately rode what she'd affectionately be calling her little incu-boy; filling them with the unmatchable lust energy from a human, that allowed him to out compete any demon.

Soon Miranda became a titan of industry with her office fueled by her machinations.

Thea jumped back and saw a disgusting little goblin of a man, that immediately grabbed her camera and ran away; presumably to jack off to the recently filmed porn on it, yet was too cowardly of creature to pounce on her when his chieftess/boss was already putting pressure on him. She closed the door on her sleeping spot and tried to decompress at the sudden abnormality, but browsing social media before bed only exposed that she was the abnormal one. However, as disgusting as everyone seemed both externally and morally; Thea struggled to let go of the warm feeling she had to finally find people like her in the sense of being so greedy, duplicitous and cravenly underhanded. She well in enjoyed her nap and easily strategized about how to deal with someone like herself.

As usual, she took credit for 'Ryan's work; what little that lazy goblin did when not gooning, but she also approached him to further blame all of their failings on the still egotistical Britney; taking advantage of such a predatory nature by constantly redirecting and juggling to new targets. After Britney's reputation was knocked down a bit by 'Ryan's rumors, Thea got in close with the boss, given her improved quota leeched from others. She only went higher in the company by sabotaging and stealing like a true girl-boss that could use her superior human body to entangle with any gob she felt was high enough to manipulate.

Britney was initially disgusted by her co-workers, but looking back at them, they suddenly appeared to be quite beautiful and oddly reverential by bowing to her, yet with a snide look hidden in their eyes. They gave her the respect her position deserved, but looked down on her blood mismatching her paradoxically given role. Sure, elves bowed to authority, but they were just about as racist as they were submissive.

Britney hated these two slackers, and for once, given their frail lithe bodies, she felt the strength to finally start pushing them around. She did her best to emulate Miranda and she felt more satisfaction from being an authority as opposed to clinging to it. Elves took almost no effort to turn completely submissive, especially if you had authority to swing around, and a sense of shame to flip their superiority complexes in the opposite direction. Through management Britney felt the most in line with the concepts of authority and nobility; being the best at assisting her dear manager through disciplining the company's dregs.

Outside of her window 'Ryan's landlord saw countless figures dueling with their pride on the line and stealing from each other in the name of their endless greed. While she was initially scared of such magical combat made commonplace, her drive towards using a limited amount of effort and grabbing onto what she could molded into her most important guiding principles. She scavenged and stole around such dragons fighting over the pride that she conveniently lacked. Her stolen wealth, billed from the hordes of others around her, eventually became a false indicator of how strong she was; leading to weaker dragons giving her tribute and loyalty; some of which entering her horde themselves as trophies.

The world of kitsunes proved to be incredibly magical, but was more filled with political intrigue that Kelly would argue and gaslight her way through. Whenever she was mocked for her lack of tail, that demonstrated a weakly or lowly status, she'd just bullshit about actually having n-many gigillion tails and that they were all detached for the purpose of further efficiency and optimization that she taunt to their faces about how pathetic others were to have only a enough tails to carry around with them to shamefully have obstructing the area around them.

Of course no one believed her constant bitching, but taunting and mocking others was merely the way kitsunes operated, and through sheer Karen-talent she could argue down with the best of them. However, being two-faced was also natural for herself too, allowing her to constantly swell her ego with shouting matches just to indulge with lowly trash; all the while being hypocritically too beyond them.

Rachel found herself surrounded by people like those she knew, but they suddenly shared her interest in theatrics and setting agreements. After getting used to all the strange outfits, wings, and magic contorting space, Rachel found herself practically in her element establishing and dealing with people finally as devoted to the compactness of a verbal agreement. Her fair-friends weren't too different from their originals, so winning bets wasn't outside of all the practice she had earlier, yet this time she felt pure acceptance at the follow through with all her terms absolutely; with fae showing no hesitation. The increased strength of pacts lit a fiery ambition deeply within her to push deals as far as she could.

Rachel's career rippled throughout the fae-world; ensnaring fairy after fairy, baited by her lack of magic, only to possess them and all they had according to deals that accrued in stakes as her wealth rose.

Chelsea was used to fronting, so as soon as she was surrounded by hulking brutes, she acted like she could face all of them off. They responded honestly by mimicking the same sentiment that stunned her from the sheer confidence she'd mock people for lacking. How genuine 'her friends' suddenly were was shocking to the point that her sacrificed a bit of her pride and cutely staggered back into just hanging out.

By orc standards she was incredibly adorable, but outside of that she could still act and blend in with them; without polite sensibilities that she rendered as pure bullshit. She surely put the 'band' in the orc war-band; crashing out just as hard as the rest of them and using it to cry out in her music, becoming quite popular and getting to feel the peak of masculinity that she'd insult guys for not reaching; mainly whenever a hulking fan wanted to pound their appreciation into her.

Monica almost came immediately from the vibe of sudden surroundings that were gushing with a mix of inter-swirling passionate auras. Pretty soon she did cum as 'her friends', acting as pure conduits of spiritual energy, rushed her along as merely a fun anchor to let all their intensely lusty nymph feelings rock through. Her experience in this realm of constantly flowing and redirected auras was beyond trippy; like an intense mix of LSD and ecstasy casually dripping off the framework of this reality and sending her pleasure-seeking ass to heights she couldn't imagine.

Eventually she seemed no different than the others of the population; constantly chasing and following vibes for internal growth, but she was a bit more physically bounded and thus the favored anchor of any spiritual commune to ground their group's energy on affectionately.

Becca was surprised to see how sharply dressed 'Ryan' was in fresh-pressed suit, his skin perfectly unblemished, however being much paler, and his features having a slicked-back sense of sharpness. He looked into her eyes intensely with a focus she could finally admire; he mentally demanded thanks for their outing and similar deferment.

This was still Ryan; so it didn't take much willpower to break off his pressure, but its mere existence was still impressive. Acting purely off of her own will, she complied perfectly to politeness and manners that responded well to her partner's vampire pride.

Actually eating at the restaurant proved to be an issue to do politely; given how a world devoid of humans had completely different tastes, while still having normal farm animals, they'd prefer to serve their meals raw and bloody. Ryan seemingly knew about her 'medical-condition' that this world filled in to explain her existence, so he grabbed the heart on her plate and cast a vampire magical skill; searing it with a ball of black magic.

The sudden flame and seared meat for her was incredibly touching; like a fireworks display in his palm. She could finally fall for Ryan honestly, and a human brimming with vitality was the best gift he could receive in turn.