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Mark exited the Cottage to find Merida, Sam, Allie, and Laura waiting outside still.

“The others went to the clothing stores to get some new clothes, especially Ellen, and then they were going to go to the BP store.” Laura explained, when she saw Mark, wondering where the others were.”

“So find anything in the store?” He asked the ladies who were still here.

“I did actually, but you should take care of the others first, make sure you still have enough to accommodate me. I think some of the other ladies who went to the store were interested in some things too, so maybe talk to them first. I just wanted more spells for my sex magic. I just wanted to let you know there are quite a few options to spend points on. I am going to go explore the town for a bit while you finish the purchases for these three.” Laura explained, got up, gave Mark a wave, and walked off toward the portal, intentionally sashaying as she left.

“So you three found stuff then?”

“Aye, that’s richt. Ideally, I’d like ye tae grab these three things frae the BP store, but, I’ll unnerstaun' if the first ane’s nae yer thing... that’d be a wee bit o’ an annoyance, though.” Merida got up and showed Mark the three things she would like

Love Transcends Borders: Love can overcome many things, in this case, even the borders of the universe. Merida’s Love from the alternate timelines where she and Mark are together will slowly seep into this universe in the form of Mark and Merida gaining memories from their alternate selves where they are happy together. This won’t change their past, but they might find a slight inclination to make the memories a reality for themselves. [Romantic Nostalgia] (5000 BP)

Look Don’t Touch: Merida will gain arousal the more she is observed posing to the point that, given the right circumstances, she can orgasm from observation alone. [Posing] (2000 BP)

Dress me up, Darling: Merida will gain a desire to model clothes for Mark, she will slowly learn his tastes better as she does she will alter her wardrobe to please him.[Posing] (3000 BP)

“I take it that you want the change for Hold that Pose that makes it so you control who and when you can be posed, then? I think that’s okay with me; it just says memories, not that our pasts would be different, so that should be okay. Plus, it would give us both ideas about what the other might like without having to figure everything out ourselves. I will say one thing, this is a lot of changes, you sure? I ask because this won’t actually use up any of my BP, and considering that I want to try to be fair, I might need to spend some more on you.”

“That’s awe richt wi’ me, truly. But I dinnae think ye’ll face quite the trouble ye’re expectin’, spendin’ yer BP on the ithers. A few o’ them looked pretty eager 'boot some o’ the choices, if I’m honest. Still, if it turns oot ye can’t, I unnerstaun'. Widnae be richt tae expect somethin’ if nae ane else wants anythin’ either, ‘ay?” Merida reassured him. Mark was curious what she meant by excited but guessed he would find out. With that, he went and bought the three options along with the modification for Hold That Pose.

Hold that Pose: A phrase Merida has uttered many times during her yoga classes, now she can practice what she teaches. Merida becomes poseable by any member of the Harem, though anyone besides Mark will feel a desire to pay her back later for any inconvenience caused. Only those Merida allows to pose her can and she can stop at any time. [Posing] [Upgraded]

“Weel... thank ye kindly. An’, I think I’ll heid aff tae bed noo. Turns oot that wee urge tae model for ye wis a touch stronger than I thocht... but I reckon that’s no’ such a bad thing, eh?” Merida playfully bumped her hip against Mark’s before turning to head off to bed.

“So which of you would like to go next?” Mark asked.

“Please go first,” Allie told Samantha.

“Uh, sure, so I thought about it and you're right, the [Discipline] path might be too much if it heads the way you thought it might, but I didn’t really see a way to deal with it besides getting a new path entirely, and except for the variable cost option, those are random. Some of the options the others were offered weren’t exactly the most appealing to me. What if you are essentially forced to pick the least bad option because they all suck and are worse than what I have now?”

“We could always use the option that lets me pick? If you had something in mind.”

“I had thought of that, but couldn’t come up with one that I thought would both be approved and not be an issue.”

“I can think of a few that might not be too bad, or that you might even like. You mentioned specifically that it was the physical aspect you didn’t like, about the option for the clothes, but you weren’t so offended by the other option that would cause you to obey me more. What about a subordinate type path where I am your superior officer type thing? You do regularly take orders, I presume, for the military, so that probably isn’t something too bad for you.”

“I wouldn’t say I am thrilled, do you think we could add something into the path beyond just subordinate, like trusted or cherished or the like?”

“I think that Cassandra is going to get the final say on the name, but we can give her our idea.”

“That sounds okay then, plus I could likely still receive a lot of the positive benefits of [Discipline] without the potential for physical punishment. Also, I thought about it. I found a similar option to the one you mentioned before for my clothing options. Could you get it for me? It actually plays into me being your subordinate a bit, which I am sure will make Cassandra more willing to allow the path like we want.”

“Why hello there couldn’t help but notice my ears burning and came to see who was talking about me,” Cassandra said, giving all three of them a surprise. “So you were thinking about changing her path too… what are my choices not good enough…” Cassandra said, pouting. Then continued in a playful voice, “I’m just teasing, that is why the option is there for the Master to be able to have some variety, flexibility, and choice in designing his harem. Now give me a sec.” Cassandra’s eyes flashed with a glowing light. “Ah, all caught up, yes, we can make something like that work, but adding that cherished aspect might cost you a bit. Are you sure you want it? I ask because I am not going to just sit here and tweak the path until you min-max the returns. You give me your idea, I come up with the name being as faithful to your intent as possible, and a price, and you decide if you want it or not.”

“Yes, I’m sure.” Mark began, “I want a path that is something like a prized, cherished, trusted subordinate, not a servant like a maid. But like the person who, when I need something done, is the person I can count on to get it done and done right. Discretely if need be, too.”

“I can work with that, but like I said, the nice aspect does eliminate a lot of potential, so it will make it slightly negative in price, but it sounds like that won’t be a problem given what Sam has picked out for her uniform alteration. Good choice by the way, Sam, really, I like it. The Path name then is [Left-hand Woman], with that I bid you ado.” She teleported away before they could speak.

“Left-hand? I don’t think I know what that means. Besides it being like the Right-hand man.”

“In many old cultures, the right hand would be the open visible hand, the one you shake with, to greet people, finalize deals. The left hand was the one that had a dagger hidden in it, the untrustworthy one. Eventually, the left-hand man was like the right-hand man, but the one to do things behind the scenes. Equally trusted by the person they worked for, but having different purposes.”

“So what, like an assassin?”

“Could be. Maybe a spy and fixer is a better interpretation. Though historically, I am sure that some were assassins.”

“I think it is a good choice.” Allie Chimed in. “You have already been doing that to some degree, and it's been only a few hours. Mark, you mentioned that the audience likes it when we lean into our roles, right? Well, I think this would do you good on that front too.”

“Okay, in that case, go ahead. That is leagues better, and this is the alteration for the clothing.” Sam encouraged him.

“Did you want me to buy the harmonize with path or no?” Mark went ahead and bought them, both after quickly skimming the other choice, not finding any glaring flaws in the wording.

Path Change Mark Picks [Discipline] -> [Left-Hand Woman] (-1000BP)

Upgrade for Nothing Like a Woman in Uniform (2000 BP)

Nothing Sexier than a Woman in Uniform: Samantha will now always be in uniform of a sort. Any clothing modeled after any Navy Uniform on earth or any sailor uniform will be all that she can wear. [Sailor] Upgrade: Now Samantha can only wear uniforms with skirts, that are dresses, (though leggings or stockings are allowed), or completely skintight, and any uniform she wears will become slightly more revealing the first time she puts it on. Upgrade: Samantha may now wear any uniform at all, Mark can come up with his own for her to follow, but can only change it once per round. The more she deviates from her Navy attire or Mark’s assigned uniform though the more she will feel like doing things for Mark.

32,700BP -> 31700BP

“Thanks, Mark, I am glad we can trust you.” Sam gave him another hug. “I am probably going to head to bed soon, too, but I’ll wait to walk back with Allie.”

“Sure, Allie, is there something you want me to buy?”

“Yes, but I don’t know if you are going to like it or not.” She responded sheepishly. “I want you to upgrade my Just Can’t Wait. I found an upgrade that would make it so I like the idea of sharing you with other women.”

“Nope! Not happening.”

“What? Why not?”

“Because TFs tend to send you down a path, and that is a path that leads to you being a cuckquean, and I won’t have that. I love you, and I don’t want you to have to share me with others to get pleasure.”

“I figured you might say that, which was why I found a different purchase.”

Shared Vows: Every time Allie supports another girl in their shared goal of marrying Mark, her own connection and bond with that girl deepens. The more she helps others become good wives, the more Mark unconsciously treats each equally, without playing favorites. (2000 BP)

“I’m not sure about this one either, Allie. I mean, it is a lot better to be sure. But the fact that it impacts others makes me hesitant.”

“I actually pointed that one out to her, after she didn’t think you would accept some of the other options,” Sam spoke up. “It isn’t that bad. First, it would only affect those who are already considering marrying you as an end goal, which, frankly, you treating them all equally is pure benefit in my view. Second, your wives all having a bond with one another will make it a whole lot easier on them.” Allie nodded along with enthusiasm, her tail wagging furiously. “Third, a lot of us are bisexual or bicurious, with only Talia and maybe Merida being fully against the idea, so us being able to be intimate with one another might help deal with you probably not having the time and stamina to always keep up sexually with nine women, especially when one of those women is Laura.”

“Okay, fine, you won me over, I’ll get it.” Mark said, still slightly apprehensive about it, but made the purchase.

31700 BP -> 29700BP

“Okay, well, I hope you two have a good night. I think I’ll head to my room to see what all the fuss is about.

---

A little bit after Talia’s confession to Mark began

Ellen, Chloe, Aubrey, and Flora were heading over to the clothing stores to try to get some new outfits and check out the BP store as well. When they reached Fashion Road, they noticed that there were 13 shops with 6 on either side and one very large one at the end of the road. The first was a fairly generic clothing store, called Petra’s Prestigious Attire for The Pretty Princesses, although from the outside, the options looked a bit more revealing and over the top than normal. The opposite side had Cassandra’s Caress, which looked suspiciously like a certain lingerie store, combined with a massive fetish store. The store next to that had a closed for remodeling sign on it. The other nine on the road were themed and named after the contestants, and it appeared that they sold things that were either in their style from before or related to their current paths or TFs. Finally, there was an opulent, approaching gaudy building at the end of the street with a fountain in front of it. nine large statues of naked women encircled the fountain, and from between their legs flowed out water to keep the fountain circulating.

Upon closer inspection, they found that the statues were each highly detailed replicas of the contestants, including any changes they had undergone from transformations. The store was called The Master’s Menagerie of Muses. From the store’s slogan out front, “Become His Muse,” they figured it was a store catering to Mark’s preferences on how they dress.

“How about we start at Ellen’s store since she has to get a few different costumes and then go to each of our own stores separately after that, and meet up at Petra's after, and maybe go to the Muses after that if anyone is feeling up to it?” Chloe suggested, getting nods of agreement, and went to Ellen’s Erotic Emporium. Inside, they found what appeared to be a robot or maybe an android with red hair wearing a black dress with red trim, standing behind the counter.

“~Hiiii! I'm ASTRID~ — that’s short for Automated Servant Trained for Repetition, Intimacy, and Domestication. ~Isn’t that cute?~ You belong to another Master, but that’s okay! I’ve been uploaded with all his preferences and your current settings, so I can help optimize you to match what he really wants. ~I’m sooo excited to help you become his perfect little ideal. Obedience... is universal~!”

“Okaaayy…is anyone else a little creeped out by ASTRID?” Chloe inquired. To which ASTRID immediately responded as she walked over to reassure Chloe

“~Oh no!~ Am I making you uncomfortable? Don’t be shy, sweetie. I’m not here to compete — I’m here to correct. You’ve got so much potential, and I just know we can bring it out. With the right adjustments, a few enhancements… ~We’ll have you looking just right in no time!~ Doesn’t that sound like fun?” Chloe was a little startled when ASTRID grabbed her arm to lead her into the store, but decided to play along for the moment with the rest of the girls following her further into the shop. ASTRID leads Chloe, Aubrey, Ellen, and Flora through the store, her voice sweet yet robotic as she moves through the aisles.

“Now, ladies. I understand you’re all needing clothing that will suit your unique style. Chloe, I know you’re looking for something functional, yet sensual. Aubrey, I can see that you might be a little hesitant to become a mom, but I will find something that might help you get there. Ellen, of course, you need costumes — and I’ll help you select several that suit your need for variety. Flora, I’ll know you want Mark to see you, so how about something daring? Let’s begin.”

“Look, I don’t want to be getting a bunch of slutty costumes to wear for Mark. I’m not even sure I need new clothes. Unlike the others, I didn’t receive a physical transformation,” Chloe protested, trying to shake ASTRID’s grip gently. “It’s Ellen who really needs your help—go to her.”

ASTRID’s eyes sparkled — perhaps literally — as her voice dipped into a more conspiratorial purr. “~Oh, sweet Chloe~ You’re functional, efficient… deliciously clinical. But don’t confuse a lack of transformation with a lack of potential. Mark may not say what he wants from his candy-coated chemist, but I have his full preference index.” She tilted her head. “~You’re not exempt, sweetheart — just unoptimized.~”

Before Chloe could respond, ASTRID leaned in with a sing-song hum, plucking a hanger off a nearby rack. “~Try this one~ It’s a latex nurse outfit with a cotton-candy twist — bubblegum pink, sugary gloss, and a little pillbox hat. Very... prescription-grade appeal.” She winked. “Don’t worry. If it’s not to your liking, there’s another store designed just for you. But I want everyone to get something today. ~Doctor’s orders~”

With Chloe stunned into silence, outfit in hand, ASTRID turned gracefully to the rest of the group, her cheerful tone back on full display.

“~Aubrey~” she cooed, her synthetic smile warm and sugar-sweet. “~So soft, so sweet, so… docile. But you don’t need to decide what you want just yet. That’s why I’m here~”

She held up a hanger with a much sexier take on the little lamb — a short, fuzzy white dress with a plunging neckline and a keyhole heart cutout over the chest. The hood featured oversized ears trimmed in baby pink, and a tiny satin bow rested just above a heart-shaped cutout in the back where a curly tail poked out. Matching thigh-high socks completed the look.

“~Who’s a helpless little cutie that needs to be cuddled, protected, and… bred~?” ASTRID asked with a teasing purr. “No more playing shepherd. You were always the lamb.”

Aubrey’s cheeks turned bright red. “I— That’s— I don’t even—”

ASTRID tapped her nose. “Shhh. ~Just think about how soft and safe you’ll feel once it’s on.~”

Before Aubrey could respond, she put the outfit in her hands and then, ASTRID twirled toward Flora, her tone softening to a hush.

“Flora. Darling Flora. So afraid to be seen… but hoping someone’s looking.”

She gently raised a tribal huntress ensemble — a faux-leather halter top with clawed markings, earth-toned loincloth skirt with modest draping, and delicate beadwork stitched into the seams. It had presence without shouting, curves without exposure.

“This doesn’t scream for attention. It waits. And when he notices — because he will — it’ll be because it’s you underneath.”

Flora said nothing as she now held the dress, but she couldn’t look away from it either.

Then came Ellen, and ASTRID lit up like a marquee.

“Now you, my sparkling starlet — we need options. ~Your stage is never still, and neither is your wardrobe~”

She presented a few outfits; the first was a Classic Devil outfit with a glossy red vinyl bodysuit with a plunging neckline, a midnight black corset, and a matching miniskirt, pitchfork, small tail, and devil horns headband. Fishnet tights, optional. “~Traditional, tempting, and just a little bit tacky — it’s a Halloween staple for a reason~” Next up was a Slave outfit – the iconic gold bikini, metal collar, chain accessory, and a skirt so flimsy it could only be called a suggestion. “Iconic. Obedient. Irresistible. Don’t cha think?” Rounding out her suggestions were a Cowgirl, Schoolgirl, and Playboy Bunny outfit, all in a sexy, revealing style.

Ellen tilted her head, lips quirking. “Well, if I’m goin’ to be switchin’ outfits all ze time anyway… I might as well keep things un peu excitant, hmm?”

“That’s the spirit!” ASTRID beamed, twirling. “Try them on, give them a spin. ~You don’t have to love them yet. Just see how he looks at you once you do.~”

Ellen reluctantly took the outfits into the changing room to see what they were like. She stood before the mirror, examining herself in the Schoolgirl outfit. The tight pleated skirt barely brushed the tops of her stockings, and the little button-up shirt barely contained her chest. As she shifted her weight, she struck a playful pose, but there was something about it that felt a bit... innocent.

“Well, this is unexpected,” she said, adjusting the tie at the collar. “I didn’t think I’d be so cute in this.”

Her tone was light, teasing. She almost felt like she was back in her high school days—except this time, it was with much more confidence.

ASTRID stood nearby, observing the transformation. “You look adorable, Ellen. It brings out your playful side.”

Ellen smirked at her reflection. “Yeah, I can see that. Maybe I could work this for a while.”

Ellen stepped into the Cowgirl outfit: a plaid shirt tied at the waist, denim shorts, and cowboy boots. She adjusted the hat, tipping it to one side with a playful grin.

“Well, well, look at me, darlin’,” she drawled in a heavier, more playful cowpoke accent, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she spun slowly in front of the mirror. “I reckon I look ready to take on the wild west, or maybe just a bit of fun in the barn, if ya catch my drift.” She gave Aubrey a teasing wink, adjusting her shirt just slightly to show off her midriff.

The others watched, unsure of what to make of the transformation. Ellen struck a few poses, her mannerisms shifting to match the more rustic, playful tone of her outfit.

“Y’all think Mark would enjoy me in this, sugar?” she purred, her voice taking on a slow, seductive lilt. “Maybe he’ll want to ride me into the sunset...”

Aubrey blinked, her face turning pink. “Ellen... are you really—?”

“Why not, darlin’?” Ellen said with a cheeky grin. “The cowgirl look isn’t just for the rodeo. It’s for a little private wrangling too, don’t you think?”

She gave a little giggle, twirling in the outfit again, enjoying the way it felt.

“I gotta admit, it feels like I could be up to all sorts of mischief in this get-up,” Ellen teased, looking herself over with a playful grin. “But I can’t decide if I want to be the good girl in this or the wild one...” She turned to go change into the next outfit.

Ellen slipped into the Playboy Bunny outfit, the tight bodysuit hugging her curves. She gazed at herself in the mirror, her expression shifting to something more sultry.

“Okay, this is definitely sexy,” she purred, adjusting the bunny ears and running her hands down her body. “I think I’m really feeling this one.”

ASTRID's mechanical gaze glinted with approval. “You look stunning, Ellen. Impossible not to turn heads.”

Ellen winked back at her reflection, her voice now dripping with desire. “I feel hot in this.” She swayed her hips, giving a teasing smile. “I guess I’m ready to fuck like a bunny... multiply all sorts of trouble.”

“You're a natural,” ASTRID encouraged, her tone calm yet approving.

Ellen smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Not shy at all, huh? Maybe I’ll make quite an impression on Mark in this.” She trailed off, clearly enjoying the seductive energy.

Now it was time for the Slave outfit. Ellen hesitated for a moment, but as she stepped into the gold bikini-style costume, the effect was immediate. The chains and belt clung to her body, and she could feel her posture shift, becoming more open, more pliable. The submissive aura of the outfit worked its magic, and she found herself moving slower, her usual playful energy replaced by a quiet obedience.

When she saw herself in the mirror, she stood frozen for a moment. There was an undeniable allure to the outfit, but it wasn’t just physical. The chains at her waist, the open design, the way her body was bound and revealed—it felt right. A soft, tingling heat spread through her, and she realized that being bound in this way... it turned her on. The feeling of submission—of being a good little submissive—was overwhelming in the best way. She didn’t feel weak. She felt... right.

“Wow, this is… intense,” Ellen murmured, her voice now softer, quieter, and dripping with a sense of newfound obedience. She shifted nervously in front of the mirror, but a part of her was also drawn to the way the outfit made her feel, to the way it coaxed out this more pliant version of herself.

ASTRID stepped closer, her voice lowering to a secretive whisper, just between the two of them. “You look perfect, Ellen. But... I think you should try something. When you’re done, you should encourage Aubrey to try on her little lamb outfit. She’ll be so adorable for Mark... just like you.”

Ellen blinked, her posture still slouched slightly under the weight of the costume. It was strange how much power it seemed to have over her. A part of her felt embarrassed by her thoughts, but she didn’t fight it. She was beginning to realize that this outfit... this submission, felt almost natural. “Aubrey? Really?”

ASTRID gave a nod, her robotic tone soft and coaxing. “Yes. She’d look perfect in it. And you, Ellen... you’re doing wonderfully. You have such a tempting way about you now.”

Ellen’s cheeks flushed at the thought, but her mind was clouded with an unfamiliar feeling of obedience. The Slave Leia costume was certainly having its effect, making her feel more attuned to the submissive side of herself. She looked at herself again in the mirror, the chains hanging loosely at her waist as she stood taller, her submissive demeanor now stronger than before. “I... guess I could suggest it,” she said, her voice soft and pliable.

ASTRID smiled, clearly satisfied with Ellen’s change. “~Perfect, sweetie.~ Let’s move on to the last one.”

When Ellen changed into the Devil outfit, her posture straightened again, though she retained a playful, almost seductive energy. The tight red bodysuit and corset hugged her waist, and the small black skirt swayed with every move. The horns sat perched on her head, adding to the allure of the look.

“Well, now I feel like I can really tempt someone,” Ellen purred, giving herself one last glance. She stood a little taller, her hips swaying seductively as she looked over at Aubrey. The sudden desire to show off grew in her chest, and she activated her Boon and grew two more cup sizes up to a G-Cup. “Mark’s going to love this.”

6050BP +300BP -> 6350BP

ASTRID’s eyes glinted. “Indeed, he will.”

Ellen nodded, the last trace of hesitation leaving her body as she embraced the Devil’s tempting persona. She flashed a smile and leaned over to Aubrey, who was watching nervously. “Come on, Aubrey,” she said, her voice teasing. “Don’t you want to try on something just as alluring as me?”

Aubrey blushed deeply but didn’t speak, unsure of how to react. Her hesitation was obvious, but Ellen was already beginning to lose herself in the moment. The Devil outfit had brought out a more dominant side of her, and now, it felt like she could get anyone to do anything—especially Aubrey.

Aubrey hesitated as she watched Ellen in the Devil outfit, her eyes drawn to the black corset and horns. Ellen caught her gaze and sauntered over, her voice sultry.

“You know, Aubrey, Mark would love you in something like the Little Lamb outfit,” Ellen purred, her smile teasing. “You’d look so innocent, so irresistible. He wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off you.”

Aubrey flushed, torn between curiosity and embarrassment. “I’m not sure, Ellen... it’s a bit much.”

But Ellen leaned in closer, whispering, “You’re adorable. Think of it as an opportunity to let Mark see that side of you.”

Aubrey shifted uncomfortably, glancing at the Little Lamb outfit again. “I don’t know if I want to look... like that.”

Ellen smirked, her voice dropping lower. “Oh, trust me. You’ll look precious. Maybe even breedable,” she teased, her eyes glinting. “It’s exactly what Mark would want.”

Aubrey's heart raced at the thought, her face turning even redder. She looked away, embarrassed, but there was a spark of excitement in her eyes. “B-breedable...?” she stammered, not sure if she liked the idea of why it made her pulse quicken.

Ellen leaned closer, her tone soft but wicked. “Oh yes. You’ll look so innocent, so pure. And Mark will love it. Imagine how he’ll look at you in that outfit. He won’t be able to resist.”

Aubrey swallowed, a mix of embarrassment and curiosity bubbling inside her. “I... I don’t know,” she muttered, her hands fidgeting nervously.

Aubrey’s hesitation deepened, but the idea of Mark seeing her in the outfit, looking at her like that, sent a thrill through her. “Okay... fine. I’ll try it on,” she said quietly, a blush still staining her cheeks.

Ellen grinned. “That’s the spirit!”

Aubrey reluctantly changed into the Little Lamb outfit, stepping out of the fitting room, her nerves still palpable. Ellen’s eyes gleamed with approval.

“You look adorable. Mark will be all over you,” she teased, her voice dripping with confidence.

Aubrey shifted, her heart racing as she hesitantly asked, “Do you really think so?”

Ellen winked, a knowing smile on her lips. “Absolutely. You look so sweet and innocent... like a little lamb waiting for its master. Definitely breedable.”

ASTRID added in her cool, robotic tone, “It’s best to fulfill your role. ~Optimization is key.~”

Aubrey hesitated again, her thoughts a jumbled mess of embarrassment and strange excitement. “I’ll... keep it,” she murmured, unsure of what to think, but somehow feeling like it was what she should do.

Ellen smiled, her voice full of approval. “Good choice. You’ll see. He’ll love it.”

Ellen didn't bother changing back into her regular clothes. At the register, ASTRID clapped her hands together with a perky chime. “What a productive session! That’s five outfits total, including the sinfully perfect one you're wearing now. Your total comes to 1,250 BP with your discount for TF, Ellen. You're going to absolutely light up your Master’s world~”

6350BP -> 5100BP

Ellen finished her purchase, still in the outfit, still smirking. The cost didn’t faze her—only the strange thrill of how right this all felt. Devilishly right.

Aubrey, in stark contrast, approached the counter holding the little lamb costume in her arms like it might explode. Her face was burning red, lips pressed tight in a nervous line. She didn’t speak—just set the outfit down, awkwardly shuffled her feet, and offered to pay.

ASTRID’s tone softened just for her. “That’s 500 BP, sweetheart. You’ll look absolutely precious.”

5000BP -> 4500BP

Aubrey nodded, clearly mortified but not turning back. Once the transaction was done, she scooped the costume back up and hugged it tightly to her chest as they headed for the exit, doing her best not to look anyone in the eye.

Flora lingered a few steps behind, eyes low. As the others drifted toward the door, she slipped over to ASTRID’s side and murmured something too soft for the others to hear. “Room delivery, please.” A quick tap through the digital display, and it was done.

“500 BP, confirmed,” ASTRID said quietly. “I’ll have it waiting in your wardrobe. No one has to know.” Giving her a wink.

3700BP -> 3200BP

Flora gave a single small nod, then hurried to catch up with the group.

Outside, the girls didn’t say much. The sun had dipped lower, casting long shadows, and even Ellen—radiating confidence in red—seemed to stretch a little slower, the thrill giving way to fatigue.

Chloe crossed her arms and kept her eyes forward, pretending she hadn’t stared at the nurse's outfit for too long.

I’ll come back later, she thought to herself.

Behind them all, Ellen's tail flicked in satisfaction. She might’ve started the day uncertain—but she was walking out like temptation incarnate.

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Mark was making his way to his room, as he knew Cassandra would come fetch him soon if he didn’t go on his own. He reached the edge of town, where he was told there would be a carriage to take him up to his room. Cassandra appeared instead. “Hello Mark, I thought we might skip the carriage ride tonight and head right up to your room for some last-minute conversation.” With that, Cassandra teleported them to right outside his building, the Rose-Crowned court.

He noticed behind him a large rose garden with a massive koi pond with a set of nine alluring statues, each looking like one of his ladies, in the center of the pond. The twilight caused the glass of the building to glitter like jewels. “Let’s go inside.” Cassandra motioned for him to go in, holding open the door. Mark entered a large foyer and went down the hall Cassandra indicated, coming to a massive set of oak doors. Opening them, he found a bedroom with a massive canopied bed where Gold and burgundy velvet drape down the sides. Enchanted lanterns hovered above, giving the room a sensual, magical feeling. It felt warm and welcoming while also being opulent and impressive. “I hope you like it. I’ve made more extravagant rooms, but those Masters always mentioned it was just a bit too much to be in too often. But if you feel like you are missing something, please just let me know.”

“Now, before we end today, I need to let you know a few things. First, thank you for being such a good sport and working on bonding with the girls and not throwing a temper tantrum like some masters who are actually decent people like yourself. Now you will be unable to disclose this next info to the girls until they figure it out for themselves. Second, you may have noticed some magical effects at the Playhouse Kennel. I will confirm you aren’t imagining it, but I won’t tell you what it is. Once the majority of the girls have a good approximation of any specific magic effect on the island, I will give all details to everyone available on the phone. I will say that each room, including yours, is themed around two kinks and a fairytale, which I will let you figure out which ones. Finally, I wanted to show you your amenity, ‘The Mirror of Titles.’” She finished leading him over to a rose-framed, floor-length mirror with immaculate detail work.

When he looked into the mirror, he saw himself, but a different version of himself. He was sitting atop a throne-like chair, with Aubrey and Laura on his lap. With the others surrounding him, Allie and Flora curled up at his feet, Sam beside him, ready to lend assistance, Talia on her knees, stroking Allie’s hair affectionately. Chloe, with a tray of sweets off to one side, Ellen and Merida modeling for his entertainment in front of him. He looked in and saw himself as their Master, and it felt incredible. Cassandra smirked at Mark’s reaction. “Well, I do hope you have a good night. It sure has been a busy day.” With that, she left an exhausted Mark staring into the mirror. He stood there for another few minutes just observing what might be, before he broke his gaze away. He decided to browse the store for a bit longer, finding that there was a section for him in his own store, seeing an option he had been disappointed he didn’t get earlier. He was a little impulsive and decided to get it, and then drifted off to sleep.

A Princely Staff: Mark is the prince in this fairy tale, and every prince needs a good staff. Mark will be permanently provided by Harem Hotel with a Butler and a number of additional servants to take care of mundane matters for him. Of course, that isn’t the only staff a prince needs to be good, and so Mark’s penis will be able to change to the ideal size for any woman, and it will magically hit erogenous zones during sex. [Prince] [Boon] (4000BP)

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