One Person's Winnings is Another's Junk

Lydia stood in the middle of her room glaring at the chair that had just held her captive for the last...How long was I trapped there? At least an hour. At least now I've confirmed how the chairs work. They don't seem to turn off until their captive has orgasmed.

Looking at the device that caused her captivity in the first place Lydia checked it closer. Is that a milker? What kind of raffle did Gwen enter? Looking at the section of wall next to the door Lydia saw a large TV sitting on the floor. Well, I guess I'm glad she won what she wanted at least. A waste of BP if you ask me. All her BP spent and what does she have to show for it? Two creepy dolls, a milker, and a TV. I feel like I'm the only one taking this competition seriously. Lydia sighed. Well that works just fine for me. No competition means an easy win.

_Speaking of Gwen I wonder what's keeping her. I figured after winning her precious TV she would be rushing back to check it out. Oh well. I need to get ready for my date. I may not be able to properly bathe stuck in this stupid maid outfit but I can at least wipe off this sweat.- - - - - -

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“How do you think tonight's going to go?” Daisy asked her sister. Alex and Daisy were in the dining hall having a meal together.

“What do you mean?” Alex responded. “You're going to have to narrow it down a bit.”

“I mean Lydia's date. It's her turn tonight. Bruce didn't exactly take it well when she broke up with him so I'm worried about him.”

“Oh. That. I don't care. I have no interest in Bruce and his dating life.”

“You're so mean to him. What have you got against him anyway?”

“I can't answer that question without running the risk of losing VP so I'll pass. We still don't know if insulting him only counts when he can hear it or not so I'm not risking it. I'd ask you what's so great about him but I have no interest in listening to another one of your speeches so can we please just focus on dinner without mentioning that guy.”

Daisy pouted. “You'll have to think about it eventually. You have a date with him later this round. It's not fair. Why does my date have to come last?”

“Maybe not. Maybe I'll skip. I wonder what the penalty for skipping the date is?”

“I wouldn't if I were you.” Both looked up to see Jenny and Sylvia were standing next to their table. “The penalty for skipping is pretty harsh” Jenny continued. “You lose 1 VP for every 5 minutes your late so I imagine never showing up will add up to quite a lot.”

“Well there goes that option. I guess I'll have to come up with something for us to do no matter how much I don't want to."

Gwen stepped into the hotel panting heavily. The insides of her legs were drenched in her juices. In her hand she held her drenched panties. Finally made it.

“Are you alright, nipple girl?” Gwen looked over to see Nana staring at her. “You seem like your having a rough time. Do you need some assistance?”

Gwen might have actually believed her fake sympathy if it wasn't for that ever present smile on her face. “No I'm good.” Gwen said shakily. Passing through the lobby she made her way to her room. I wonder if Lydia has already headed out? Her date starts soon but it is a little early.

Entering the room she quickly had the answer to her question. She very quickly noticed Lydia in the bathroom wiping down her legs with a rag. Getting ready I guess. I hope Bruce is willing to take those handcuffs off for her. She seems confident but considering Bruce thinks this is a consequence free dream I'm not so sure he will be so helpful.

As Gwen noticed her new prizes scattered about the room she decided to clean them up while she waited her turn for the bathroom. Opening her closet she threw her new milker in there and picked up the Lydia doll to do the same. Huh. It's surprisingly light. No matter how real it looks it is just a doll in the end I guess.

As she was stuffing the doll into the closet Lydia exited the bathroom. “I see you've returned. Did you enjoy your raffle? I can see you won a lot although I wouldn't call any of it particularity useful.”

“You don't know the half of it. I won a level up for my transformation. Not pleasant let me tell you.”

“Did you now? That's interesting. What did it do? I could make some guesses based of the initial transformation but there are so many different ways it could go.”

“Third button. I think your smart enough to figure it out from there” Gwen said stuffing the other doll into the closet.

Lydia made a sympathetic face. “Yeah that sounds brutal.”

“You're telling me. My underwear made me orgasm twice just trying to walk back to the hotel. It was only around then that I realized I could alleviate my problem by just taking them off.”

“I warned you that raffle was a bad idea. You just won a bunch of junk and an awful level up. Please tell me that if Sally holds anymore you won't waste your BP again.”

“Do you think I'm stupid?” Gwen asked offended. “Of course I wouldn't. I already got my TV and everything else was awful.”

“I'm just making sure. Now I'm headed off to my date. Come tomorrow morning I plan to be winning this competition.” Lydia left leaving Gwen to picture what that would entail.

Why is she so into winning this harem competition? It can't be about reconnecting with Bruce. She's the one that dumped him. My only goal is to avoid negative VP so I don't end up with any punishments and changed as little as possible by the end. Seeing the rings on her dresser she threw them in one of the drawers. Now let's check out this Master TV.