But if I go to bed baby can I take you?

Nick and Mary collapsed in bed together, ragged breaths escaping their mouths in unison as they struggled to catch their breath. They looked up the ceiling, waiting for their heartbeats to slow down. The smell of sex lingered in the air, and they waited for the room to stop spinning.

“That was amazing,” Mary cooed, curling up against her husband’s arm. “Are you sure you don’t need some ice? You were really rough.”

“I think you’re one to talk,” Nick laughed. “You were going a little wild there, as usual. I’m shocked the bed isn’t broken.”

“Hey!” Mary playfully swatted him on the shoulder. “What do you mean ‘as usual’?!”

They both knew that Mary could be more than a little amorous when she got in the mood. Her red hair was practically glued to her neck and back from the sweat, which soaked through the sheets.

And she wasn’t done yet. In spite of how exhausted she was, her loins were already slickening again in preparation for the expectation for more sex.

Nick felt her reach down and run her hands around his flaccid cock, trying to coax him back to hardness for another round- he jumped in surprise, turning to Mary with wide eyes.

“M-Mary! You can’t be serious!” He exclaimed. “We just did it, like, five times!”

“Six, actually.”

Mary and Nick screamed, and Mary nearly fell out of bed in shock. They whipped their heads around and stared in horror at what they saw.

Gina was lounging on the couch with an amused smirk on her face, and, more horrifying to Nick, Sylvia was next to her, looking a little zoned-out but still grinning like a lunatic

“What are you doing here?!” Nick exclaimed. Mary grabbed the sheets and pulled them over her large chest to preserve her modesty. Her face was bright red, and so was his.

“Y-y-y-y-you… you saw…” Mary stammered, shaking like a leaf. She couldn’t believe her misfortune. They had been leering at her, like… like-!

“I let myself in,” Gina said, holding up a golden key. She wore an amused smirk on her face. “Didn’t think about that?”

“It’s one of the first items on the list, Daddy!” Sylvia chirped. “A key to the Master’s Suite!”

• 500 BP: Key to the Master’s Suite (May be used to enter the Master’s Suite outside of weekly obligation. One-time use.)

“And it only cost me 500 BP,” Gina said cheekily. “Gotta say, it was quite a bargain for the show we walked in on.”

Gina: 6900 BP – 500 BP = 6400 BP

“But you can’t just do that!” Nick exclaimed. “Barging into someone’s room like that!”

“Well, we could have knocked,” Gina shrugged. “But I don’t think you two would have heard us. You were a little… distracted.”

She stared at Nick pointedly, and he got the message. After all, the evidence appeared to suggest that Gina and Sylvia had strolled right into the room and made themselves at home, and neither one of them had noticed because they were too busy devouring each other.

It was the kind of thing that really made Nick reconsider his actions in detail. And it was clear that Mary was already miles ahead of him in that regard. She’d already pulled up the sheets so high she had practically buried herself in them.

“I don’t want to say anything to anyone,” she wailed through muffled blankets. “Just please go away! This is so humiliating!”

“Oh, come on now my girl!” Sylvia hopped off the couch and strolled over to the bed. Nick noticed how unstable she was on her feet; she nearly fell over. “It’s not like we haven’t sen it all before, you know! You and Daddy gave quite a performance at your wedding!”

She broke into a fit of hysterical laughter and that’s when Nick knew for sure- there was something going on with her, something that he wasn’t certain of. But she clearly wasn’t in her right state of mind.

“What are you two doing here?” He demanded of Gina, expecting her for once to be the reasonable adult in the room. “I don’t think you wasted 500 BP just to pop by and say hello.”

“I wanted to stop by to get some support. Your daughter was being a bit of a handful,” Gina said, offering an amused smirk.

“Please don’t call her that,” Nick groaned.

“Why not?” Gina’s smile widened. “After all, you and Mary were sure talking a lot about how much you wanted to make little daughters of your own, and sons… I believe you had reached double digits by round four?”

Mary curled up under the blankets and began to shake, looking like a little golden pillbug under the sheets.

Nick just sighed. “Gina, she… Sylvia’s just…”

“Daddy!” Sylvia cut him off and flung herself onto the bed, throwing her arms around him and pulling him into a hug. “You were amazing! Just giving it to her like that, you were so rough and commanding! I’m so impressed!”

Nick could smell **** on her breath and his eyes widened. **** to get away from her, he pushed her off of him, and off the bed, inadvertently. His head whipped around to glare at Gina with **** in his eyes.

“Gina!” He roared. “She’s been drinking! What’s the matter with you! You gave her ****!? Are you crazy!?”

“Hey, don’t blame me!” Gina said, throwing up her hands and standing up, taking a few steps back.

“Why not?!” Nick demanded.

“…Because I’d rather you didn’t?” She responded cheekily, and Nick ground his teeth together.

“You seriously gave her ****?” Nick shook his head, unable to believe what he was hearing. “Her? Of all people? You wanted to get her drunk?”

“I wanted her to live her life!” Gina replied defensively. “Nick, you don’t get it! Sylvia, she’s… she’s trying her best, okay? But she doesn’t know what to do! She’s lost and confused, and she’s going to be kicked out of your harem in a week and left to fend for herself if you don’t do something about it!”

“Huh?” Nick frowned. “What are you talking about, ‘left to fend for herself’? Gina, I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

He wasn’t used to the punk girl looking this serious. Gina was probably the person he most associated with the phrase “don’t sweat the small stuff” and she seemed almost completely unflappable. So for her to be this worried and concerned, it definitely struck him as unusual.

She was looking at him seriously now, though.

“Think about it, Nick, really think about it,” Gina said. “What do you think the endgame of this whole mess is going to be, huh?”

“Oh! Oh, I know! I know!” Sylvia raised her hand up high, like a student in class trying to get high marks from her teacher. Nick looked at her warily, not sure how to respond, and just nodded.

“Okay, what do you know?” He asked tiredly.

“Well, what I know is that when the season ends, everyone’s going to return back to earth,” Sylvia explained. “Even the people who were eliminated! The eliminated folks will have to go about their lives as usual dealing with their elimination transformations, but as for the rest of us, well, they’ll be living their lives bound to you, Daddy! Isn’t that so hot?”

“Then there’s the people like Holly, who are probably going to be joined at the hip with you either way,” Gina smiled in amusement. “Or Marley, who’s going to be sticking around whether you want her to or not, at least if her sister doesn’t get eliminated.”

Gina’s smile faded and then she looked at Sylvia.

“…But what about her?”

Nick stared up at Gina. “What about her?”

“Nick!”

Nick’s head snapped around to see Mary had finally crawled out from under the blankets, and was looking at him with a concerned expression on her face.

“You don’t understand,” she said hotly, shaking her head. “The way things are going right now… I think I get it. She’s going to be eliminated soon, isn’t that right?”

Sylvia winced, and a flash of discomfort traveled across her face. But she couldn’t deny what Mary was saying, either, and nodded sadly.

“It is… definitely a possibility, my girl,” she admitted somberly, looking a lot more sober than she had when she’d entered the room. “And when it does, Dakota will punish me severely.”

“No, no, I talked to Dakota about that,” Nick said, shaking his head. “I made her promise not to hand out any severe or unfair exit transformations. Sylvia, you’re going to be fine.”

Sylvia smiled sadly at Nick and shook her head. “Even if she agreed to that… so what? I’m still… I’m still going to be…”

Mary could understand what Sylvia was so wary about. And when she looked at Gina, the punk girl nodded.

Only Nick hadn’t figured it out yet.

“She’s going to be all on her own,” Mary said softly, placing her hand over Nick’s under the blanket. “When she’s eliminated, I mean. We’ll all go back to earth together, and, I don’t know, maybe live together or something. But she’ll be eliminated. She won’t be bound to you anymore. And what, is she just going to live by herself? Not having any idea how earth works? With no ID, no social security number, no proof that she’s even a real person? Do you really want that?”

Nick’s voice caught in his throat. “No, no… of course I don’t want that,” he said, shaking his head quickly. “It’s just that-”

“I can be a good girl for you, Daddy!” Sylvia begged, kneeling beside the bed and staring up at him. “When we get back to earth, I promise, I’ll be the daughter you’ve always wanted! So please, don’t throw me away!”

“Whoa, whoa, hey! What’s this talk about throwing you away?!” Nick exclaimed, staring at her in horror. “I would never-! I just, I mean, I can’t-!”

He looked at the others, shocked that they would actually believe he would or could do something so callous.

Mary had hope in her eyes, while Gina’s expression was a little more cynical. She crouched down and helped Sylvia up, patting her on the back.

“Hey, we talked about this,” Gina chastised the blonde. “You’re not going to change yourself for someone else. Do whatever the hell you want and just be yourself, that’s the goal here, alright?”

Sylvia gazed up at her, and Gina felt the stares of Nick and Mary as well. She cleared her throat, a little flustered, and clarified her meaning. “I mean… do whatever the hell you want within reason,” she corrected herself. “You can be a perfect, sweet little angel, Sylvia, or a bit of a brat. But the important thing is that it’s what you want to do.”

Now everyone was turning to Nick to see what he had to say.

What could he say?

It wasn’t like he expected any of this. He’d never asked for any of this.

He looked weakly at Sylvia, trying to get her to understand. But her gaze was practically innocent with how confused she seemed, and he couldn’t find it in himself to correct her understanding.

“Look, I just… I don’t know, okay?” He admitted, hanging his head. “I want to help, really, I do. I want to do whatever I can for you, Sylvia. But when we get back to earth, what, do you want to be my daughter or something? How’s that going to look? I’m 27! I can’t suddenly have an 18-year-old daughter out of nowhere you know!”

“Why not?” Gina asked bluntly.

“Yeah, why not?” Mary asked.

“Uh… because if I suddenly show up with an 18-year-old blonde on my arm and begin calling her my daughter, the government’s probably going to look into it?” He pointed out. “And when they do, they’re not going to find any birth certificate or identifying documents of any kind. Can you say ‘human trafficking’? This isn’t like Marley where the universe rewrote itself to establish a backstory for her, as far as everyone else is concerned, Sylvia doesn’t exist!”

Everyone stared at Nick blankly for a second.

“Okay, but, like, fuck the government!” Gina blurted out.

“Yeah, Daddy!” Sylvia nodded in agreement. “Who cares what they think? I don’t even mind if you just keep me in the basement for the rest of my life and don’t show anyone who I am! That would be okay!”

Her earnest statement of that fact disturbed him.

“My daddy always said that the government only makes people’s lives worse,” Mary said, shaking her head. “…Then again he was going to marry me off to a creep in his forties, so…”

Nick shivered. Mary might not have been thrilled to come to the show to begin with, but it was clear that she’d dodged a bullet.

“You’re welcome, by the way!” Sylvia crowed, placing her hands on her hips and holding her head up proudly. “If it wasn’t for me, you might still be getting engaged to that guy!”

Mary’s eye twitched. She got out of bed, over her nakedness by this point, and walked over to Sylvia. She pinched the girl on both of her ears and pulled them out.

“That’s not the right thing to say, even if it’s correct!” She chastised her.

“Uwaah! Daddy, help, I’m being bullied!” Sylvia wailed, struggling against Mary’s pinches.

Nick didn’t move a muscle. As far as he was concerned, Sylvia deserved that and more.

“Well, it could be worse,” Gina chuckled. “She could be giving you a spanking!”

Then she paused. “…Sorry, did I say worse? I meant better!”

Nick turned and glared at her.

“Gina…”

“What? I’m just saying!” Gina held her hands up defensively again. “Underage drinking? Shame, shame,” she said, clicking her tongue and shaking her head. “She should be punished if you ask me!”

Nick just stared at her some more.

“You know,” he said, climbing out of bed, shielding himself a little with the blankets, “maybe you shouldn’t be holding yourself up so peaceably, given your responsibility in this little mess.”

“Hey!” Sylvia said, puffing her cheeks in frustration. “I’m my own person! I can be responsible for my own actions! And I only threw up like three times! And one of those times was even in the bathroom, Daddy!”

“Really?” Nick stared at her blankly. “You? Responsible?”

Sylvia squirmed and looked away.

“Well… I mean… in a technical sense, I suppose? We’re all responsible for our own actions, right? As long as we’re humans?”

Nick wasn’t exactly appreciative of the semantics of her argument.

“Well, whatever,” he finally said, scowling. “Anyway, I have no intention of ‘spanking’ anybody. So Gina, if you and Sylvia could just leave… why did you even come here, anyway?”

“I wanted to come, Daddy,” Sylvia said, frowning. Her eyes shifted over to Gina for a moment, telling the truth of the situation.

“…Right, you wanted to come,” Nick said, glancing over at Gina, who averted her own eyes.

“Well, I mean…”

“You wanted to unload her on me, so you could take it easy yourself, sound about right?” Nick asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Unfortunately, he’d forgotten that he wasn’t wearing his pants, and when the blanket fell to his feet, he was standing in the buff. Getting flustered, he quickly pulled the sheets back up, but Gina and Sylvia had both gotten an appreciative eyeful.

He didn’t like the way his supposed daughter had licked her lips.

“Okay, well, anyway,” Nick said, clearing his throat to try and get rid of the embarrassment, “like I was saying, Gina, you were trying to unload her onto me, isn’t that right?”

“Kinda like how you were unloading onto Mary?” Gina cheekily replied.

Nick glared at her.

“Gina…”

“Okay, okay, okay!” Gina sighed, and shook her head. “Look, it’s like… I’m not the kind of person who is good at looking after others, okay? I just needed a bit of support. Dawn wasn’t much help and threw me out, so I figured…”

She shrugged.

“You figured that you’d make me do the heavy lifting, huh?” Nick rubbed his temples and sighed.

Gina shrugged again. “I mean, she IS your daughter.”

“No, she’s not,” Nick corrected her.

“Daddy!” Sylvia wailed, wiping her eyes. “I’m definitely-”

“Don’t start, don’t you even start,” Nick cut her off right there. “This is serious.”

Sylvia stuck out her tongue in response.

“Well anyway, Sylvia seems just fine,” Nick said, gesturing at the cheeky blonde. “So you two can return to your rooms now.”

Mary nodded a little too eagerly, wanting to get back to the fun of the night.

“Well, uh… see, that’s the thing,” Gina said, glancing towards the door. “See, the key to the Master’s Suite, it can be used to get into the suite, but, well… it’s not like I can use it to get back out. You saw the description, it’s a one-time use only, so…”

She shrugged, casting a smirk towards Nick.

“Actually,” Sylvia cut in, “the key doesn’t work that way! It lets you enter and exit the Master’s Suite at will, as long as you’re using it on the same night. The ‘one-time use’ bit just means you can’t use it multiple days in a row!”

Gina stared at Sylvia.

“Err, I mean… yeah, sorry Daddy, we can’t leave, the key doesn’t work that way!” Sylvia said quickly, flashing an innocent smile.

Nick stared blankly at the two of them. Sitting down (and making sure his crotch was covered this time) he crossed his arms over his chest again.

Gina slowly walked backwards, towards glass door on the veranda, and tossed the golden key over the balcony.

“Oh, no… I lost it… oh my gosh…” Gina said in mock surprise.

“Oh, no!” Sylvia went along with the scheme, and they both gazed mournfully up at Nick.

Nick rolled his eyes and sighed. Mary giggled.

“Well, Nick, it’s okay,” the redhead said, patting Nick on the shoulder. “Come on, just let them join us for the night.”

“Oh, really?” Gina brightened.

Mary turned scarlet and yanked her hand away. “N-not like that!” She exclaimed, shaking her head frantically. “I was just… I mean… we would just be sleeping!”

“Sleeping in a bed soaked in Nick’s juices?” Gina licked her lips thoughtfully. “That’s quite an idea.”

“Gina,” Nick sighed in exasperation.

“I want to sleep with Mary!” Sylvia squealed, leaping into bed, nearly knocking Nick off in the process. She curled up next to the redhead and cuddled against her chest, nestling her head into her breast.

Mary was a little surprised, but she nodded, and hugged the blonde to her chest.

Nick sighed and slid into bed beside the two women, and Gina crawled in next to him. It was a bit of a tight fit (not made better by the fact that Gina seemed determined to rub up against him) but they were able to make it work.

“Mm… Mommy…” Sylvia mumbled into Mary’s breast, falling off into a dreamy sleep.