Tour part 1

In a moment, the curtains that served as walls rose. Behind them, there was no brick or concrete, but more red curtains forming corridors.

"Contestants and teacher, stand," Isabella spoke, excited like a child given a gift.

Without even thinking about it, all the women's bottoms jumped from their seats, finally free of their prison. A few were bewildered, like Serena, who didn't dare move. But the first to take a step was Graciela. In two long strides, she reached Matías to hug him.

She said nothing, nor could she think of anything else to say. The whole situation was beyond her. She knew very little, and she was at the mercy of a being with powers beyond her imagination. Despite everything, her first instinct was to go to her friend's son's side.

Matías, for his part, cursed himself inwardly. He had enjoyed the whole show too much, he had forgotten about Grace. He hesitated for a moment whether to hug her back or what the hell to do, but in the end, he decided to wrap his arms around her.

The rest of the audience stared at them, understanding that this was an intimate moment, whether they liked the boy or not. Even Isabella gave them their time, just three seconds.

"Um, sorry to interrupt, Master," she spoke as if Isabella hadn't started, "but I'd like to continue." With a simple click, everyone's bodies oriented toward a corridor behind the program's host, and they moved forward following her.

Initially, the control over their bodies **** them to sway their hips, as if they were marching, with Luara in front, followed by Gretchen and Karla, Serena behind them, and finally Graciela and Matías, who were holding hands. After a few seconds, they gradually regained control of their muscles and stopped putting on a show for the only man behind them. Even so, they continued walking.

Gretchen walked uncomfortably, not only because she was making an effort to cover herself, but because the cage they'd placed on her, too tight for comfort, made her take steps in a strange and awkward way. Beside her, Karla tried hard to look away from the naked woman, and failed. Out of the corner of her eye, she admired her muscular yet feminine figure, feeling a touch of jealousy.

Serena was still too fearful; she fixed her gaze on Isabella's bare back and didn't even blink. She did her best to contain the growing electric sensation that crept under her skin, urging—no, forcing—her to do something, anything. It charged her muscles with an energy she'd never felt before; with each step, she felt as if she wanted to stretch out further, start trotting, and shoot forward. But despite the constant push, another **** held it back, as if her legs were moving through a stupidly thick liquid, or colliding with a wall every time she lifted them. It was horrible, ****, it made him clench his teeth, and it made the veins stand out all over his body.

Laura, right behind Isabella, was the only one to notice the strangest things about the place. Her disturbed mind realized that despite having moved several meters, it didn't feel like more than a few seconds had passed—or was it the other way around? Minutes passed, and they had barely moved a few meters. Whatever the case, she didn't even worry; she was more focused on considering what her room would be like and whether she would have a closet big enough for all her things.

As if her thoughts were a cue, Isabella stopped dead in her tracks, turned on the heels of her stilettos, faced the humans, and raised her arms, presenting them with three doors at the end of the hallway, two on each side, and one perpendicular to them.

“I present to you your bedrooms. You will reside here for the remainder of the season. On either side are the mamis’,” she pointed to each one. There were no doors, but simple twin curtains of the same color as all the others. “And your beloved boy’s.” She stepped aside to reveal an entrance similar to the others, twin red curtains, but these were larger and had subtle gold decorations.

The hostess made a dramatic gesture, twisting her wrists in a circle, pointing to the slaves’ quarters, and both “doors” opened simultaneously, allowing their future occupants to peer in and observe… nothing.

“What is this supposed to mean?” Karla didn’t say it with an offended tone; she was genuinely puzzled by what she saw.

Both residences were empty; there were no beds, closets, furniture, carpet, nothing. Just a couple of empty squares.

“Don't expect Harem Hotel to hand you everything on a silver platter. If you want amenities, you'll have to pay for them,” everyone looked at Isabella, not understanding. “It means they'll buy things with BP, both clothing sets and furniture for their rooms. I recommend starting with a bed and sleepwear.”

All the women looked at each other, wondering if she was serious. Surprisingly, it was Matías who commented first.

“Microtransactions? Seriously?” Still holding Graciela's hand, he looked at the season's hostess with something close to disappointment. In response, the redhead in the black dress just winked at him.

“And we only get Bonus Points by pleasing the dwarf,” Gretchen grunted, noticing the trap.

“What can I say? Better to give them motivation to participate.”

She stepped back and opened the curtains of the master's room herself. Unlike the slaves', this one was furnished: a king-size bed with sheets made of what was obviously silk, a television that looked quite luxurious hanging on the wall, and a bookshelf surrounding it, stocked with CDs and video game consoles. There were other doors inside the bedroom, but they didn't open to reveal its interior.

"Equipped with all the comforts and necessities a young man could desire: entertainment, rest, hygiene, and more," as she spoke, Isabella entered the room. "Come in, don't be shy; eventually you'll have your turn to sleep here."

Uncertain, as if expecting a trap, one by one each woman entered the sumptuous bedroom. Despite it being his, Matías was the last to enter, admiring every little detail of the place. He didn't miss several things that made it obvious the room had been designed exclusively for him. An extremely large bed, appropriate for someone who tended to move a lot at night (he'd already fallen off his own more than once). While the shelf was full of video game consoles, it was obvious the PlayStation 2 had a central place in the collection, the first and only console he ever owned and which he fondly remembered. He noticed several drawers against the walls, and he didn't have to look through them to know what they contained. He silently prayed that Isabella wouldn't open them in front of the women. There was even a mini-fridge next to the bed, which also served as a nightstand. From those details alone, he could predict what the rest of the room, the bathroom, and the closet would look like.

"It's my room," he said, surprised. All his future slaves turned to look at him, curious. He blushed and clarified, "Not the one in my house, the one I designed. It was a fantasy, something I daydreamed about, but it's the same, just as I imagined it."

Isabella jumped up and down in joy. “I’m thrilled you recognized my work. All of this was taken from a combination of your subconscious and your notebook. Of course, I also took the liberty of adding certain modifications, for example.” She took the TV remote and turned it on, showing an image of the four women standing in the middle of that space, as if an invisible camera were watching them. She pressed it several times, each time switching to a closer shot of each one. “24/7 surveillance on each and every one of your mommies, no privacy, no blocking capabilities. Just press a button and you can watch them without them knowing.”

A collective gasp of female voices was heard, each one more outraged than the last. They stared at the device as if it were the architect of such a vile violation of their personalities, not daring, consciously or not, to direct their discontent at the true cause.

Isabella tossed the controller to Matías, who caught it in midair. “The camera option is HDMI 4, the console option is HDMI 3, HDMI 2 is for playing discs, and HDMI 1 is a channel that shows all the seasons of Harem Hotel, both those that have finished, those that are being recorded, and those that haven't started yet.” Matías gave her a confused look. “Again, asymmetrical time, you won't understand. Try changing the camera.”

Before she could refuse, the boy's fingers moved on their own. With each click on the screen, different angles of the women were shown: profiles, top-down shots, focused on their faces, even direct shots of their butts, breasts, and crotches. Each of them covered themselves in embarrassment. “I get it, stop moving my fingers,” Matías hoped his complaint didn't sound fake.

The hostess let out a flirtatious giggle, and Matías's hands returned to her commands. He instantly threw the remote onto the bed, not paying attention to which channel he'd set the screen to. The image of Serena's six-pack, muscles tense and tight, dazzled the television.

In response, the most muscular woman present tried to cover herself with her shirt, but with her body transformation, it was too small. "Could you please turn it off?"

"Y-yes, sorry." Matías eagerly grabbed the remote again and tried to turn off the screen, but, nervous about embarrassing himself in front of all the women, he accidentally pressed buttons that changed channels. The humiliation lasted a few seconds until he finally pressed the red button, and the screen went black. "Sorry."

None of the contestants responded; only Grace reacted by placing a hand on Matías's shoulder.

“Okay, that concludes the tour of the rooms. We'll continue with…” Isabella was interrupted.

“Wait, there are six of us and there are three rooms. There must be a mistake,” Karla complained. She wished there really was, otherwise she couldn't bear the implications.

“I thought it would be obvious. You'll have to share a room, two people.” Grace opened her mouth to speak, but Isabella stopped her by raising her hand. “And yes, I know you're odd numbers. Each night, one of you will share a bed with your master. This will rotate each night. I recommend taking advantage of that time to earn points.” Without another word, the hostess left the room. The contestants' legs moved on their own, ushering them out in the order they arrived, leaving Matías at the end to enjoy a spectacle of swaying butts.

Although to the rest of the humans, the path between the rooms and the main theater seemed minuscule, Laura's disturbed mind noticed, once again, the incongruity between time and distance. Still, she kept this information to herself; she didn't understand the point of sharing it with the others.

"You can't really expect us to sleep with that kid every night. He's barely of age," when Gretchen finally regained control of her hips, she moved forward until she was side by side with Isabella, growling her complaint with barely contained fury.

The hostess smiled discreetly, forming a small plan in her head. Just to buy herself time, she lengthened the space occupied by the hallway, and changed time without the humans noticing. "Of course you will. It will be good practice for when the season is over and you all live together. Besides, it won't be every night, but once every five days."

“That's not the point,” Gratch gritted her teeth and lowered her voice so the others wouldn't hear her. “And you know it perfectly well. You can't **** us to have sex with him, to **** ourselves like this, it's…”

“God, when did I even mention sex?” Isabella brought her hand to her lips, covering them with three fingers. “I guess your subconscious betrayed you,” she spoke loudly so everyone present could hear her.

Red-faced with embarrassment, the short-haired redhead confronted the long-haired girl. “If you expect me to fall for your tricks, think twice. And I'm not sleeping with that guy.” She stopped herself from saying anything that could get her in trouble. “Kid, if I have to, I'll sleep on the floor, but I won't touch him with a stick.”

“Go ahead, darling. I won't stop you, but you'll run out of BP very quickly, and when you're replaced, maybe SHE'll do things better than you. I can already imagine them, the two of them together worshipping her master's penis, spending every night at his feet, begging for a single moment of his attention, venerating every part of his perfect being.”

Isabella struck a nerve, and Gretchen exploded. “She'll never make it to this hellhole. You won't touch her!” She grabbed the hostess's arm and squeezed with all her strength. “And if you think that disgusting child… ARGH!”

The redhead's tirade was cut short, and a sharp, stabbing pain, almost like an electric shock, emanated from her caged groin. Her legs weakened, and she almost fell to the floor, had she not grabbed onto Isabella. Isabella only gave a slight smile, appreciating the fruits of a well-laid plan.

The rest of the contestants stopped in their tracks, their eyes wide open as they watched Gretchen writhe, bent over, clutching her caged penis with one hand, as if that would ease the pain.

"This is one of the cage's special functions. It applies punishments and rewards as soon as certain actions are detected, in this case, insulting your master." Isabella didn't move an inch to help the other redhead, simply allowing her to hold on to her. She let go of her and stared at Matías. “You can also manually activate both the punishment and the reward, and program, within certain limits, other situations in which they are automatically applied.”

Matías repositioned himself behind Graciela, partly out of surprise and fear at Isabella's excited eyes, but also to hide his growing erection. He'd lost count of how many times he'd gotten hard. He didn't dare speak, unwilling to let his enthusiasm show in his voice.

Gretchen, for her part, had recovered from the surprise **** on his penis, erect again, her gaze flickering between her cage and the smartwatch on Matías's wrist. Her eyes wide open, she opened and closed her mouth several times without saying anything, renewed fear etched on her face.

The walk to the theater was silent; no one wanted to risk suffering a similar fate to Gretchen. Gretchen positioned herself in the middle of the group, as far away from Isabella and Matías as she could, hugging herself. When they finally reached their destination, they found themselves facing another hallway. Isabella turned around and spoke to them. "On this side are the rest of the locations, like the backstage area, the dressing rooms, the break room, and so on. I won't show you all of them; it's more fun if you discover them over time. I'll just warn you that the store where you spend your BP is hidden, and you'll have to find it."

Without further ado, I turned around and walked into the hallway.

Sorry for taking so long, the university is shit.

After thinking about it for a while, I decided to use quotation marks instead of hyphens, not only because it makes the translation easier, but also because most people reading this are English speakers, and the grammatical rules of the languages ​​are very different, so they're more comfortable with it.