The rules

— I know the contestants may be confused, I just gave them a rundown of what Harem Hotel is and its role in this show. And there may be new viewers tuning in for the first time. So I'll give a quick rundown, and you're free to ask questions when I'm done, okay? — Isabella didn't wait for an answer.

The host turned around, staring at the void between the contestants' seats, which formed a crescent looking at the master. She made the light that formed the name of the show rearrange itself to show several slides, many with shapes that made no sense to the humans present.

— Harem Hotel is an interdimensional reality show, in this you —, I point to the women ¬—, the contestants, the members of the harem, will compete among yourselves to please your master —, I point to Matías —, the competitions are based on weekly challenges organized by me, in which the order of victory will determine your gain or loss in Victory Points, VP, which are earned by doing different activities, all related to flirting with your master. Whoever has more VP will have the benefits of being closer to their master, and their transformations will be benign, whoever has less VP will be further from the grace of their master, and their transformations will be malignant, in the sense that they will be harmful to her.

There was silence, the slides stopped on images of stickmen, five with drawn tits fighting for a crown, in the end one reached it and ended up kneeling in front of the sixth stickman, the one without tits, the rest cried on the floor while their colors and sizes changed.

The humans realized that Isabella was waiting for the questions, and they rushed to speak —. What do you mean by transformations? —, Karla asked.

— Simple, as the program progresses the participants will receive different transformations, which can be physical, mental, or from the reality of your person —, everyone looked at her without understanding —, they are indeed dense, an example, a physical transformation can be a change of skin color, a new haircut, breast growth, etc. A mental one would be a new name, making them believe that their master is their son, or forgetting that they were ever anything other than their slaves. And a reality one is a change that affects reality, truly turning your master into your son, making the clothes you wear transform into something else, preventing you from getting close to the concept of disloyalty, things like that —. This time the contestants looked at her in astonishment, that was worse than brain damage —. The severity of the transformations, benign or malignant, is determined by their VP at the end of each competition, if it's too high it will be something light, removing your wrinkles, if it's too low it could eliminate your identity and replace it with another.

The silence caused by the revelation that they would undergo transformations, which could change them on a fundamental level, was followed by the muffled noises of Serena, who had never been allowed to speak again. Isabella brought a hand to her mouth, as if she was embarrassed for forgetting her, with a snap Serena regained her voice.

For a moment she thought about yelling at him, but she held back, she wasn't that stupid, she had seen what happened to the others, and she didn't want to end up worse than being voiceless —. And you will be the one to decide the transformations?

— Yes and no, I will give a list of possible transformations, four for each one, and it will be the public who decides which one they deserve for their failure or victory. The only times I have direct power over their transformations is if I use my veto ability, this means that I can veto two choices from the public each week, in case I don't like any choice or if one doesn't match the rest. When they deserve a punishment for bothering me or affecting the rhythm of the program. And finally, when their VP reach zero, at which point they will be eliminated —. A smile, which for the women present was macabre, spread across Isabella's face. They noticed that she even squeezed her thighs together as she said that last thing.

Swallowing, it was Graciela who dared to ask, — What does it mean that we are eliminated?

Isabella's grimace became even darker if possible, she bit her lower lip and squeezed her thighs harder. — It means that they will have failed in their efforts to deserve to be by their master's side, and their fate will be up to me, their free will will be taken away, they will be given a series of transformations that will turn them into what the master needs for his harem. Eliminated does not mean that they will leave, in case you are wondering, at the moment they were selected there was no escape, they will spend the rest of their existence as servants, slaves, mothers of their master, this competition will only determine how much of their original self will remain when they finish.

Small splashes were heard in the stillness of the theater, and everyone could see how drops fell from between Isabella's legs to the floor. Everyone, without exception, understood that not only were they facing an insane situation, but that the person responsible for said situation, their jailer, would enjoy every moment of it, and would anxiously await the end of each one. In that instant they knew that they could not lose, more than their lives were at stake, if they failed they would lose everything they were.

Isabella regained her composure, straightened up and made the stains on her dress and the floor disappear —. Also, as an incentive not to lose, if you run out of VP and are eliminated, you will be replaced in the competition by someone you know, a person close to you. It could be a friend, an acquaintance, even a family member. Don't you have any sisters, do you?

This time it was Gretchen who spoke, but instead of her usual calm calculation, she exploded —. Don't you even think about touching her, you disgusting monster! —, she knew who Isabella would replace her with, she had already understood the personality of that thing enough to understand who she would use.

The presenter's laugh was cheerful, just for her —, if you don't want him to come, then win.

Gretch narrowed her eyes, as if she could melt the other redhead's face just with her gaze. With clenched teeth she mumbled —, How do you win?

—Simple, survive, this season has no deadline, like the others, it will end when five contestants reach one hundred VP, keep your VP high until then and you will win, you will keep your free will, and you will be able to spend eternity with your master, and the rest of your sisters.

The tension was increasing, the latent threat hung over them like a sword of Damocles, held by the thread that was Isabella's scant sanity. All but one —, What role does the boy have in all this, besides the obvious? Will he also receive transformations? —. Laura, oblivious to all stress, was able to keep her mind cool enough to ask that question.

In unison, all the contestants turned their necks to look at Matías, feeling stupid for not thinking about that. On his side, the only man in the room was startled, five pairs of eyes pointed at him at the same time disturbed anyone, even more so having heard everything that the women would suffer for being related to him. He began to get upset, he was not worried about the possibility of receiving transformations, he was certain that it would not happen, everything Isabella told him to get there would not make sense if it were so, what worried him was that the women would resent him and attack him, he was silently grateful that they were all glued to their seats.

— Of course he will receive transformations —. Isabella answered.

— WHAT?! You said… —, Matías fell silent in time, he almost let slip information about what he talked about with Isabella. Apparently that certainty was nothing more than an illusion.

Although some did not want to, and others did, the slaves felt satisfied knowing that they would not be the only ones to suffer at the hands of their captor. Few recognized this feeling, and others wanted to deny it.

— But they won't be like yours —. The feeling of satisfaction died —. He is the master of this season, all this revolves around his benefit, it is obvious that he will not suffer evil changes. His transformations are also chosen by the public, but they are oriented differently than the contestants', they are aimed at modifying the relationship you have with each other, from light things like an improvement in appearance that the master likes, both for his body and for that of his property, to making him emit a sweet aroma that puts you in heat when you are near him.

— That is stupid, and unfair, we are threatened, but he receives gifts —. Karla complained, she may not feel suspicious for her student, but after everything said she could not avoid her anger. Matias sighed internally, for a moment he feared that he would be turned into a dildo if he didn't make his entire harem fall in love with him or something like that, he didn't have enough imagination to think of a worse fate, which he was happy about and it didn't kill his mood trying to do so.

— At what point did this program seem to be fair? —, Isabella pointed at the seats of those present, while Matias's was a throne, the women's was a simple wooden seat. In retrospect, that should have made it obvious —. In any case, we must follow the rules.

— Are there more? ¬—, Graciela expressed with an exasperated voice, reflecting the emotional state of everyone.

— Of course there are —. Isabella's floating slides changed, now showing the same five stick figures with tits doing different tasks, cooking, cleaning, etc. While the sixth figure was lying on one of the other six, doing nothing —. In addition to VP, you will also gain or lose bonus points, BP, think of them as currency, they do not directly affect your victory or defeat, they are used to buy benefits, such as items, minor transformations, benign for you, malignant for the competition.

This time they did not wait for the host to stop to ask their questions, they all shouted one on top of the other, without letting each other be understood, the only one who remained silent, seeing the mess of screams, was Grace, who raised her hand in a polite manner. Isabella snapped her fingers, silence fell and pointed at Graciela, inviting her to speak. It took a few moments for the rest to realize that no sound came out of their mouths.

— Does something happen if we run out of BP?

— Only that you will not have the balance to buy things, something I do not recommend, otherwise, a single purchase can make the difference between victory and defeat, or prevent someone else from winning. In addition, you will be able to buy comforts that will not be given to you in advance —. Isabella laughed softly, as if expecting something, the humans preferred not to ask, they didn't want another incident like the previous one.

This time, Serene raised her hand, her expression less polite and more bored than the blonde, even so Isabella granted her the floor —. How will we know how many VP and BP we have? It would be difficult to keep count.

— Oh, the little pig who doesn't make an effort in her career has a hard time counting —. The presenter insulted the brown-haired girl again —. Calm down, that's what these are for —, she snapped her fingers and on the wrists of all the contestants a smart watch appeared, its screen flashed showing two indicators, all of them said the same thing "VP-0" and "BP-0" —, each one will be able to see only her own points, unlike the master who will be able to see all of yours —. Matías looked at his arm, there was a watch slightly larger than the rest, Isabella made a gesture indicating him to slide with his finger, he tried and the screen scrolled showing a list of names and points —. It has other functions, but I won't ruin the surprise, you'll find out later master.

The girls were busy looking at their own watches, they weren't very different from those smart watches they were used to, a glass touch screen, only it was a thin rectangle instead of a square, like Matías's, it also had a soft and flexible rubber strap, its only other difference was that it didn't have a buckle, and it had just the right radius to slide through the heather, but too small to come out from the wrist; they couldn't take them off. They glanced at Matías's, that one did have a buckle

— If there are no more questions we can go to… —, the only redhead wearing theater clothes was interrupted when she saw Laura raise her hand, to which she nodded for her to speak.

—You said several times that we could sabotage other contestants, but from what I understand, we have no reason to do so, in fact it is more beneficial for us to cooperate to end this quickly.

— The wish cannot be used to disassociate yourself from the harem, you will be Matías' ****, or to harm the master in any way, or contradict anything that happened in the program. Apart from that, you are free to ask for anything, such as removing a transformation, letting the master decide for you, or even extending the season.

Karla's mind was already considering the possibilities, and a doubt arose. — What prevents us, for example, from wanting anything, like money, and when we leave here, getting away from Matías and never seeing him again in life?

The master tensed a little upon hearing that idea, it was true, while they were in here they were obliged not to harm him, or they would lose points, but once it was over? There was nothing to prevent them from harming him, or worse.

— Ufufufu —, Isabella laughed in an exaggerated and unbelievable way —, that is related to the second reward. You see, with the exception of the contestant with the highest score, the rest will be forgotten by the world, erased from the memory of the human collective, that means that no one will remember them, neither friends nor family, there will not even be a trace of their existence, such as bank accounts, photos, only the master and the harem will remember them —. Isabella walked shaking her hips to approach the contestants, a macabre smile crossed her face, and her legs trembled a little —. And do not think that you can remake your lives, no, the effect is continuous. People you meet on the street? As soon as they lose sight of you, they will forget about you. Security cameras? You will not appear on them. Work resumes? They will cease to exist when they are released —. She looked into the eyes of each of the women, tasting the desperation that grew in them with each word. She licked her lips and even let her tongue hang slightly without realizing it —. They will not exist for anyone but their master, with no life outside of their role in the harem, with no purpose beyond- OHH! —. Isabella could not resist any longer and let out a moan, cutting off her monologue, her knees coming together and almost falling.

Although already accustomed to this woman's outbursts, the people present were still disturbed by the amount of pleasure that thing felt from their distress and fear.

Isabella quickly recovered, as if nothing had happened she continued —, the fact is that the **** with the highest score will be remembered by the world, she will retain a glimpse of her life, and who knows, maybe she can escape?

Something told the rest of those present that it would not be like that, but they clung to that hope. They looked at each other, suspecting who would be the first to sabotage and who, they evaluated the level of threat, and even made plans.

— Now —, the presenter turned around, moving away from the contestants and looking at an invisible camera —, with the rules already established, let's go to the part why everyone is here, the transformations.