She should just leave this bar entirely.

This place has been too strange, too risky, and way too gropey. Though, on that last part, you don't sense that Anne is particularly offended. If anything, she seems to be embarrassed that she's NOT more upset about the fact that almost every man in this place felt her up for the last few hours.

But, still, this was all too close. I'm lucky it wasn't a worse transformation, she thinks, considering I somehow stumbled into a magic bar that just happened to suddenly have an entrance in the alley by my apartment. I need to just get out of here.

As she goes to the door to leave, Mac calls out again, "Oy."

Anne looks over, actually picking up that he is talking to her.

"You do know how the door works, right?" He asks in that typical, gruff manner.

Anne blinks and responds, "Um...yeah." Why wouldn't I know how a door works? She wonders, a bit insulted.

Mac shrugs and then goes back to cleaning a glass. Anne is quite clearly upset with him for delaying her for hours, and doesn't press the issue any further. She goes to the door in a huff, pushing through it, and stepping back out into the alley by her apartment.

...except it isn't the alley by her apartment.

It's a room with a bunch of pillows around, colored veils strewn about in decoration.

"What the hell?" Anne says to herself. It dawns on her then: the mysterious door that appeared in the alleyway by her place... may not always lead to the alleyway by her place. That stupid magic bar was such a nuisance. So, rolling her eyes, she turns to go back in the door.

Except there is no door.

"Oh, come on!" She says aloud, touching the wall, feeling for the door. She's still doing that when someone else walks into the room.

"What are you doing in that outfit?" The man asks. Anne turns to face the person who just entered. He looks like he's dressed like Aladdin-as-Prince-Ali from the Disney movie. He's definitely of Middle Eastern descent, though Anne is not sure where exactly, and his outfit is really rather fanciful, more like a costume than anything actually fashionable in such countries.

"I'm sorry," Anne says, "I was... It's a long story, but is there... sometimes a door here?"

But the man shakes his head—not in answer, but rather in disappointment. "Dressed inappropriately and speaking out of turn. We must get you re-educated at once."

The "prince" claps his hand and two, tall, very strong looking brutish men enter after him. Anne's eyes go wide as she sees them soon towering over her.

"Please get this newest girl properly prepared for the harem," the prince orders. The two men grab Anne's arms, one on each side.

"Wait... what?!" She says as they march her out of the room. You actually find yourself staying behind.

"Really, what is it with these girls today and their foolish notion of speaking before they are spoken to?" You hear the prince say to himself. "It's a good thing we have the re-education room. Saves such time."

———Later———

"Now, what is your name?" The prince asks Anne as she stands before him, her head bowed, her outfit now a series of see-through veils that don't hide her body at all, really. Her hair is done up in a ponytail, and she's clearly been given make-up too.

"This ****'s name is not important," she answers the prince.

The prince smiles and pats her cheek, saying, "You're right. You will know if I want you no matter what I call you, isn't that right, red-haired one?"

"Yes, Master," she says, and you swear you see her smile.

"Good. Now, let's see how the re-education room did for your skills. ****, you will suck your master's cock," he orders.

"Yes, Master, with pleasure," you hear her respond. You then see her move to her knees and undo the prince's slightly baggy pants. Watching closely—you can't look away, really—you see this woman who just a day ago wasn't a woman at all put her now full lips around this man's cock. She caresses it and strokes it like a pro as she starts to suck and move her head slowly up and down it, really getting her tongue in the action.

You're not sure what they did to her, but as you hear her happy moans while she services this man's dick, you have a feeling that Anne's not going to be looking for a solution to her situation anymore. But, hey, at least she's enjoying her new place in life!

THE END