It's only been two nights in this bed yet the desire to never leave it has only grown. Not to mention the pile has gotten bigger, with Daliah deciding to join us last night. She got me to promise an ‘open door’ policy for my room in order to ‘foster a sense of community’ and ‘fight against the idea that I am above everyone’. Like, I get it, and I agree with the underlying principle, but she extracted the promise using her tongue in the most knee-meltingly ways possible. Not that I mind, more girls to cuddle with was nice.

  It did make getting out of bed a chore, however. Going to need to replace the bed with a tatami style floor of cushions at this rate. As I let the hot water of the shower flow down my skin, I question if that's a bad idea. Desiree makes it hard to argue against such an idea as I saw her flop onto the floor earlier. I place the renovations order and see that it will be done by lunch. Nanobots are awesome.

  I have a meeting with Mr.Optics at Two PM today to discuss all the changes we want, and Daliah also got me to promise she would be there for it. I was fine with it, as this was her initiative, not mine. She didn't even have to bribe me for that one. She did, always, and my tits were still sensitive because of it.

  Stepping out of the shower with Penny, since the fucking thing could hold two of us comfortably with room for six if we squeezed, I see the other girls naked in the kitchen. I contemplate mentioning that we should probably get dressed, or at least put on some underwear, but then I realize, why should we? It's only us here and we already saw everything of each other last night, we can just get dressed before we leave like normal.

  Breakfast was heavenly today as well, a full Japanese style spread that was just as pleasing to the eyes as it was the tongue, full of vibrant colors and flavors that I can't remember ever tasting before. Daliah glares playfully at me. “And this is the level of food we get daily now? Mind if I just move in?”

  Bubie snorts a laugh as she gently places a massive hand on Daliah's back. “You already got the open door policy, and Adie seems to be burning at the seams to play dress up with you. Sure you're going to be here often enough if your proposal goes through?”

  Daliah purrs at Bubie's touch, which was not a thing I thought human vocal chords could do. “I'll make time.”

  Adie was, indeed, ecstatic to dress up Daliah, spending a full hour having her try different clothes and hair styles, before Daliah lands on a maroon version of our original uniform with a slightly shorter top, showing a small amount of midriff and no undershirt to show off her cleavage. What amazed me is that Adie was able to perfectly hide all the marks on all of us from last night without making it obvious that they were hiding things.

  Entering my office in my favorite suit, I see a flood of complaints and three separate lawsuits having been filed against us. I sigh heavily as I begin to go through them. Complaints that the uniforms are no longer sexy, complaints that there are robots in the halls, complaints that there are people instead of more robots. Four fuckers complained that their usual girls refused to enter their rooms after delivering room service. I relished adding the fines and marks to their accounts, sending them a highlighted section of our new two party consent policy and their associated punishments.

  I feel like clawing out my hair at how fucking stupid the rest of these people are. I know I sent out an email yesterday indicating that we are under new management, that many policies have changed. Fuck, the “By Bestlé” portion of our sign was removed, as well as any mention of those radiation guzzling fucks anywhere in the building. As I am about to open the lawsuits, I get a call from someone named Babushka. I remember hearing the name, so I answered.

  An old lady wrapped in knitted clothes and a heavy scarf wrapped around her head fills the screen. Her smile is soft and radiates comfort. “Good Morning, Harmony.” She says with a slight Russian accent. “I am related to your boss, Cody. I see you have a number of pending lawsuits from a few mudaks, and I wanted to assure you that we will handle them in your stead. Kozels don't know how to read about new management and how old contracts mean nothing...”

  She mumbles a few more insults as I giggle softly at her. Glad to know Mr.Optics comes from good money, it seems. If his grandmother was this animated about calling idiots idiots, I trusted their legal team would be among enough.

  “Bah, but enough about duraks who don't matter. You, girl, need to make better use of Adie. She's a good kid and can do much more than just cook for you and dress you up. I send her to be your assistant, child, and that means she can do the rote work like complaint management for you.”

  “Do you have access to the network, Ms.Babushak?” I ask, concern welling within me.

  Her face scrunched. “No miss, child. Babushka is the title and honorific. And of course I have access to the hotel's network, child. It's not because I doubt you or don't trust you, but because I'm bored.”

  Ah. That makes an annoying amount of sense. I remember Mr.Oled from a few years back who would simply sit in the lobby and watch and listen to everything happening before heading back to his room. I asked him why he did it once, and he just said that he was bored and humans were interesting to watch. I remember the day he was rolled out of his room by Medvac. Heart attack, they said. Sues in housekeeping said he had a bunch of photos of different people and notes on who they were and what they were doing.

  “Now, that Daliah girl, she's got some fun ideas." Babushka said, chuckling softly. "I haven't told Cody about them, don't worry. Spoils the surprise if he sees it coming. Now, I will go, so you better use Adie to help you, understood.”

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  I chuckle and nod. “Very well, Babushka. I'll assign some tasks to her. I look forward to our next chat.”

  After the call ends, I ring up Adie and see a small, chili version of her appear on my desktop. “Hello, Ms.Harmony.” She waves at me.

  “Hello there, Adie. Babushka said you can help me with the more rote work?” I ask

  The avatar nods its whole body forward, causing me to giggle. “Of course! I am your assistant, after all.” She places her hands on her hips and pushes out her chest.

  “Alright. I'll trust you.” I say as I lean back into my very comfy chair. A thought intruded my mind of playing with Desiree in it before I refocused. “Please handle any mild complaints in a professional manner, and any violations accordingly. Anything serious, like an eviction, you should alert me so I can handle it. I know that the old security contract decided to leave, so you should also alert me to any security threats so that I can direct the security bots. Also, keep an eye on the building and alert me to anything you think could become a problem.”

  “Of course!" Adie said jubilantly. "I have also taken the liberty to adjust your ‘open door’ schedule, as it seems that you will have quite the number of guests tonight. I plan on making a hearty soup to feed everyone, so please make sure to mark any food allergies or preferences.”

  Huh? I open my scheduler and see a new tab labeled open door and see that a number of floor leads and girls from maintenance have marked that they will be joining us tonight. Saints, Daliah, you work fast!

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  Mr.Optics answered the meeting call right on time, and I see he is answering the call from the Mesh. His avatar looks like a wizard, with a huge hat and blue robes. It looks alright on him.

  “Good afternoon, Mr.Optics. “ I say, customer service smile on my lips and voice. “Thank you for agreeing to this meeting on such short notice.”

  He shrugs. “I mean, I was the one who told you to reach out for anything. I am curious as to why Babushka felt the need to edit the email request to hide the purpose of this meeting, but she's fun, so whatever.”

  I chuckle softly. “Yes, she is something. I had the pleasure to speak with her earlier, and it was rather enjoyable. As to the reason for this meeting, I must introduce you to my coworker, as a majority of the proposal came from her.” I gesture to Daliah who is still wearing the maroon uniform as she waves at him. I see his face blush, which is fair. I would be more concerned if he didn't react to Daliah and her attentions.

  “Hello, Mr.Optics.” She said, a teasing smile on her lips. “My name is Daliah, and I am proposing a few radical changes to the lower floors, as well as an organizational change to better protect the girls who live and work here.”

  Mr.Optics clears his throat as he shifts in his chair. “Right, how radical are we talking?”

  Daliah leans forward, pressing her cleavage together. “It is a bit of an open secret, but the lower six floors of this hotel have been used as an unofficial brothel, where the staff who services those floors were basically forced into acts of intimacy with the clients. We have vacated those floors at the moment, as every client on those floors broke all of our new policies, however, I wanted to use those floors to open an actual brothel.”

  Mr.Optics’ face scrunched in… confusion? Interest? He motioned for Daliah to continue.

  “A number of us have higher than average libido, or simply enjoy the act of sex itself. I am proposing a safe space for our girls to volunteer their time to relive those urges while earning credits in the process. That said, I can only see a dozen or so girls working at a time, and considering there are well over three hundred rooms across those six floors, that is a lot of empty space. That leads me to the second part of my proposal. I want to start a gang, one made of rescued joytoys or girls with nowhere else to go, to live on those floors and staff the brothel. We would dedicate a floor to an armory and firing range, and another few spaces for medical, to take care of STDs and other physical ailments. We can source our own weapons and ammunition, but we would need assistance with getting actual medical equipment.”

  Mr.Optics sat in silence for a while, leaving us to stew in that silence. He rapped his knuckles on the table. “Why do you need a gang, in that case?” he asked with his voice neutral.

  Daliah smiled, one that hinted at violence. “For a number of reasons. The first is to rescue the toys in the area, of which I am aware of three brothels within walking distance that treat their joytoys like shit. To do this, we need guns, armor, and training. This will piss off the two gangs that own those brothels, and they will retaliate. While we could rely on your Samurai forces to fend them off, if we do it on our own, it will instill in our girls a sense of strength and security, as well as boost our own reputation. From there, we can help a number of toys escape the street, giving them four options when they only had one before. Either work willingly in the brothel backed by a gang and a Samurai kitted out with Samurai grade medicines, train to work in the gang to better protect others like them, work in the hotel to live a more stable life, or recieve some credits and move to a new area.”

  Mr.Optics nodded his head in understanding. “Alright, that sounds doable. Babushka has indicated that she will be over tomorrow to help with the renovations and installations of the fabricators.”

  Fabricators? The confusion was visible on Daliah’s face, and it must have been on mine as Mr.Optics chuckled. “Yes, you will be getting two fabricators loaded with blueprints for guns, ammo, and armor, and the other with the various medications necessary, as well as a terminal to request other blueprints from Morrigan. You are our people now, and if I instill anything in you, it will be to never compromise on quality. I won't have any of you die because you sourced shoddy equipment that failed to do its job in a critical moment." That last sentence was tinged with rage and sorrow, and all I could do was question what happened for him to be that angry about shitty gear. "Anything else?”

  Daliah glanced at me before continuing. "Yes, actually. This one is more minor, but I had a question about Samurai War Games. Would it be possible to meet him or have him show up at the hotel at some point? A lot of the girls are still doubting if this is a cruel prank and seeing the actual Samurai would do a lot to soothe nerves and cement the fact that we are, indeed, safe."

  Mr.Optics eyes drooped down ans he nodded. "Yeah." He muttered. Then, louder. "He is a bit indisposed at the moment, but I will figure out a time for him to stop by. He needs to see that we are able to help people, even if he isn't there himself."

  With that concerning confirmation, we ended the call after a short update on the more normal aspects of the hotel. I lean back in my chair, the thought to once more play around in it surfaced, and breath a sigh of relief.

  Daliah stands and stretches, before turning to me. "Well, that went well." Her smile was seductive, yet it could not hide her joy. "So, big boss Harmony, any plans for the remainder of the day?" She says as she leans down towards me.

  The invitation is plain and I think on what work I may have, but the realize I don't have any. So, being the big boss, I decide to abuse my position consensually and play around on my new furniture.