Published: Feb 2, 2024
My ninetieth caption! Ten more 'till we hit 100, people!
Reginald and his friends decide to pool their money together so they can visit The Golden Fleece, the newest club in their world of magic. Being a world of magic, of course, the club comes with a few unique… quirks that need to be followed to be allowed inside.
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I was so excited to finally be going to The Golden Fleece, having finally saved up enough money between my friends and I to spend an evening here. The Golden Fleece was an exclusive club in the city, one that was incredibly hard to get into. Either you had to reserve a table weeks in advance to get access, or you had to fork over obscene amounts of money at the door to “brute-force” your way inside. Even after gaining entry, there was a small catch when it came to attending. The club had special magical acts, and had no “traditional” staff to speak of, other than some of the musical talent that came to perform and a few of the Beastmen bouncers outside who kept “undesirable types” from getting in. It was a necessary precaution, given how seedy this part of town could be.
Thus, The Golden Fleece made its own patrons sign magically-binding contracts, where you listed your preferences: “Specialty”, “Outfit”, and “Quirk”. From these preferences, it designed tailor-made forms for each individual patron that they would take on. That was IF they were selected, of course. The process was entirely random, with about 7% of the club’s patrons getting selected every night, with 12% on Friday and Saturday nights. This sounded bad on paper. After all, no one wants to go to a club to work, especially after paying hard-earned money to get in. However, this arrangement came with a big plus. Those selected to work would have their entry fees waived for the night, and would receive an 8% to 15% commission bonus to their refund based on the quality of their work that night. In addition, they would get to visit for free the following Friday, getting to fully enjoy what The Golden Fleece had to offer in what they called “The Pink Room”. The business model had become so popular in the past few months that people had begun treating the event as its own form of gambling. People would pay and sign the contract hoping to get selected in the lottery and work for extra money, resulting in genuine, enthusiastic performances from all involved. Not to mention the access to “The Pink Room” it granted, allowing you to experience your own fantasies. Either way, it was always a fun time no matter what you were doing. Even if you didn’t get selected, the entertainment, drinks and food were the best you could find, meaning you still got your money’s worth no matter what. Still, it wouldn’t be bad at all to get selected in that lottery. I had heard… unreal things about what “The Pink Room” was capable of. It was intriguing in its own way.
So, my friends and I, couriers who were staying in the city for some magical training, were going tonight. It was a Friday, meaning it was especially busy and hard to get a table. Thankfully, we had arrived before the evening rush, meaning we didn’t have to wait long to get accepted. Once inside, several contracts, all covered in gold leaf, shot towards each of us from seemingly nowhere, a pen already there next to it waiting for us. I looked briefly over it, but knowing how The Golden Fleece worked, I skipped ahead to the preferences. For “Specialty”, I wrote “Pole Dancer”, feeling somewhat embarrassed and flustered as I wrote it in. “Outfit” was an obvious choice for me, being “Bunnygirl”. A no-brainer. Finally, for “Quirk”, I stopped to think about it for a moment, wondering what I should put in. Eventually, after nearly ten seconds of thinking, I finally decided on “Shrunken Girl”. The idea of being tiny, a smaller version of myself was actually rather thrilling. To be borderline helpless in such a form… it was too good. As I signed the dotted line, the contract flashed and vanished into thin air, along with the pen. I was locked in now, and there was no going back.
With the contracts signed, we were ushered into the club itself, with vibrant colors, mystical glows for lighting, and various strange amenities you didn’t see in other clubs. It didn’t take long for the place to be filled to its maximum occupancy, meaning the main event was about to start. The club’s owner walked out, wearing a garish, neon-colored outfit that got everyone’s attention. It was time.
“Alllllright, ladieeeeees aaaannddd gentlemeeeeeeennnnn! Welcome… to The Golden Fleece!” He shouted with incredible showmanship, managing to get everyone excited and clapping, even my half-Elf friend who never got excited for anything. “Now, as you allllll know, we’ve gotta… pluck a few of you out tonight to act as our staff. We can’t have everyone bumping elbows now, can we?”
A few people chuckled, mostly new ones such as myself, but I could see some of them had far more serious faces. They were the ones that wanted to get selected in the lottery, I was sure of it.
The man went off to list multiple people, around 34 of us. As each person was named, they were enveloped in a flash of light, disappearing from their chairs into thin air. None of us seemed like we were going to be lucky, having reached the final slot, but then unexpectedly, the man turned and immediately locked eyes with me. “And finally… Reginald Pierce! Congrats, my friend! Welcome!”
Before I had any time to react, the same flash that had taken all the others away snatched me, bringing me to a white void of sorts. I looked down, seeing I now had the body of a woman! On top of that, I was wearing the bunny girl suit I had outlined in my preferences. That meant only one other thing. I turned around to see a slightly-taller martini glass filled with a pink drink, and its stem was the perfect height for some pole dancing. As I put my hands on it, I tested the stability of it, fairly certain it was more than heavy enough to support my new, pillowy body in full.
“I must admiiiiit, you’ve had some of the more… interesting prompts I’ve seen recently. I do hope you enjoy your new form, sugar!” The man’s voice, now disembodied, echoed above me, sounding almost like the voice of a God or something. “Anyways, here’s the deal. All you have to do is dance on that little glass and keep our guests entertained. Do a good job and you get a nice little bonus!”
“Y-Yeah, I can do that. Sure.” I said, nodding to… well, I guess nothing at all. “I… uh, I won’t be in any danger, will I? If I’m as tall as I think I am, it could be easier for someone to… hurt me, right?”
“Oh, don’t worry, sugar pie! My establishment is under the protection of advanced runes not even the Guild knows about!” He “reassured”, somewhat scaring me a bit. “Anyone with a single malicious bone in their body isn’t even capable of entering The Golden Fleece, so you can dance your heart away without a care in the world! Just remember… up to 15% if you dance well. Heheh…”
As soon as his words finished echoing through my ears, the world around me flashed as I suddenly found myself on one of the tables in the club, standing in front of people that now looked… massive! A normal, 5’8” person looked more like a skyscraper to me, and I had to admit I was rather… shocked. I knew that I had agreed to this, but seeing people at this height would put pure fear into anyone’s heart. Still, I was happy to see the people I was assigned to entertain seemed to immediately take a liking to me, a table of pretty, young ladies who found me quite “cute”, “bite-sized”, and “adorable”. Some of the other tables had full stripper poles, two had cages, one was even a water tank with a mermaid girl inside of it. It was insane, seeing all the things the other lottery winners had transformed into. I didn’t know how I was going to stack up against the likes of them in terms of entertainment value, but I knew I had to make a genuine effort. I had to do my best!
“Alllllright, everyone give a big round of applause to our lovely winners for tonight! Are they all the sweetest?” The man drummed up again, giving me a small wink. “Let’s get this show on the road!”
Electronic music began playing, echoing all around us from seemingly nowhere, just like his voice in that white void. Shaking any doubts out of my tiny body, I began to focus on the rhythm of the music. Finding the beat in my chest, I began to sync myself up with the music, improvising my own little routine as it began building in intensity. At first, I simply held onto the glass’ stem, doing some basic walks around it to the beat, but as it picked up I started wrapping my arms and legs around it, becoming far more provocative with my movements. As the music reached its peak, I actually used my increased sense of inertia to flip myself up to the top of the glass, splashing into the pink alcohol and shooting the girls a peace sign. This drove them wild, getting them to gush over how adorable I was. After a few more hours of songs and some more effortless dancing, the festivities were declared over, and I returned to that white void, outfit soaked thoroughly in the sugary drink.
“You did so well, darling! Ooooh, you drove those ladies out there absolutely bonkers, didn‘t you? You get the 15%, your free trip next Friday, and full access to The Pink Room! Also, and I don’t do this often… if you’d consider working for me full-time, I’m… open to the idea.” He finished, actually managing to get me to seriously consider it now. “Tell me what you think next week, dear. Ciao!”