you set some new rules for the game room the rules being 1 the room is not allowed to produce game you do not own as such it is required to buy them this is out of respect for the original game maker and to coordinate with Melissa to get every game not in your collection including alternate versions such as Disney monopoly and lord of the rings Risk, 2 the is too be no in game penalty for losing your clothes when playing with strip rules instead the first person to lose their cloths must go naked the following day with the exception of safety equipment, accessories, shoes, and socks, 3 for game night the room will choose a game randomly from the collection while the players choose the version and or expansions, and 4 if a game is disliked then it is to be remove from the random selection but only if everyone dislikes it. Skip ahead to Friday morning, where after you check the topless randomizer you get news that Sister Mary Katherine has arrived at the mansion unexpectedly, demanding to speak with Sister Grace
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You establish your new rules for the game room with Vivienne nodding in understanding as her avatar form listens attentively.
"I understand, Mistress. I shall coordinate with Melissa to acquire physical copies of all games not currently in the collection," Vivienne agrees, her voluptuous form shifting as her clothing transforms into a professional librarian outfit—though still revealing enough to showcase her impressive curves. "And I fully accept the strip rule modification and random game selection protocol."
The night continues pleasantly, but soon enough you're waking up Friday morning. The mansion's automated systems gently rouse you as sunlight filters through smart windows that gradually increase transparency. You check your phone for the day's topless randomizer results—today's designated topless servants are the Maid Collective, the Handywoman Collective, and Sister Grace, who must remain in that state until midnight.
You're just finishing dressing when an urgent knock sounds on your bedroom door. Melissa enters, her secretary outfit immaculate as always, tablet in hand and looking slightly flustered.
"Good morning, Mistress," she says with a quick bow. "I apologize for the interruption, but there's an urgent situation. Sister Mary Katherine Donnelly has arrived at the mansion gates unannounced. She's demanding to speak with Sister Grace immediately."
Your eyebrows raise in surprise. Sister Mary Katherine—Grace's former tormentor from the convent and scheduled target for next week's bully acquisition ceremony—has apparently decided not to wait for collection.
"She appears quite agitated," Melissa continues, scrolling through security footage on her tablet. "According to the gate security, she claims to have been experiencing 'disturbing visions' and 'spiritual calling' for the past day. She specifically mentioned Grace by her former name and title."
You make your way downstairs to the mansion's grand foyer where you find Sister Mary Katherine Donnelly being held at a respectful distance by two members of the Security Collective. The woman is in her late forties, wearing the traditional habit of her order—black with a white wimple framing a stern face marked by decades of religious discipline. Her hands clutch a wooden rosary so tightly her knuckles have turned white.
"Where is she?" Sister Mary Katherine demands, her voice carrying the authority of someone used to intimidating novices. "Where is Sister Grace Wilson? I demand to speak with her immediately!"
The security guards—both towering Amazonian women with impressive musculature barely contained in their tactical uniforms—look to you for direction.
"Sister Mary Katherine," you address her calmly, your seven-and-a-half-foot height allowing you to look down at the nun. "What an unexpected pleasure. May I ask what brings you to our home so urgently?"
The nun's eyes widen as she takes in your impossible height and divine proportions. For a moment, religious awe flickers across her face before being replaced by determination.
"I've been having visions," she states flatly. "Blasphemous, terrible visions of Sister Grace in... compromising positions. Speaking profanities. Dressed like a harlot." She crosses herself quickly. "The Lord has sent these visions as a warning. I must save her soul before it's too late."
At that moment, Sister Grace herself descends the grand staircase, completely topless as per today's randomizer decree, her enormous breasts bouncing with each step. Her punk goth aesthetic is in full display—multiple piercings, purple-streaked auburn hair, and tight leather pants covered in chains and spikes.
"Well fuck me sideways," Grace exclaims with a grin, her nanite-blue eyes flashing as she spots Sister Mary Katherine. "If it isn't my old fucking tormentor come to pay a visit!"