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The Truth
It’s the day of the first game. After the Advent Gala, we were led back to our segregated cabins, as per the rules that no Players are allowed to spend the first night with their Advocates. All part of the fun of the games, I suppose. But I wasn’t the only girl who was taken up to a room for a taste of the upcoming events our Advocates have planned for us.
While the other girls appear very pleased with the events of their private moments with their Advocates following The Bidding, I’m grateful for some space from mine. Following my conversation with the sexy-mysterious-Gamemaker-man at the bar, Ivan exercised more control over me, and because we were in a public space, I didn’t make any remarks to back to his retorts.
“Are you trying to fuck your way to the top? The Gamemakers are off limits, princess. Unless you’re looking for me to get you disqualified for negligence of your Advocate.”
The smirk he gave me as he pulled away only added fuel to the fire, stoked within me at his threat to get me disqualified. It was a low blow, and for the rest of the night, he made me sit in the corner with him without even an offer for conversation. He’s lucky he’s hot, and that I’m fully capable of fucking him if I need to in order to win. But I’m not too keen to put up with the rest of it.
For this first game, we’ve been given clothes which have been folded neatly at the end of our beds. This time, they’re all matching. All of the Players will be dressed identically save for the lingerie which have been gifted to us in small boxes, accompanied by notes from our Advocates. I watch as Lily openshers at the foot of her bed, which is next to mine, our twin mattresses set up summer camp style, making the evening feel like one big, horny sleepover.
It was awful.
Lily delicately holds the note, and I swear I see the hint of a bashful smile on her face as she sets the small paper aside to lift out the lingerie. It’s beautiful. More lavender, though sheer, with purple flowers embroidered into the mesh lining. It’s a bra, thong, and garter belt set. Lily is one of the Players who was given a collar, though hers is a chain, it’s more jewelry than “master-slave”, like mine.
“That’s beautiful,” I tell her. Her cheeks turn pink as she lays out the lingerie on her bed. “How are you liking your Advocate?”
“He’s been kind to me,” she says, her back to me as she pulls her shirt off to begin getting changed for the game.
“Have you done anything yet?”
Lily glances at me over her shoulder, her face expressionless as she ponders my question. “We’ve danced.” She doesn’t appear to want to continue on the topic, so I drop it. Instead, she asks, “What lingerie did you get?” She glances at the box at the foot of my bed while hooking her new bra in place.
“Let’s find out,” I say playfully, trying to lighten the mood from the somber shift I noticed between us. I bring the box to my lap and eagerly remove the lid, finding nothing but a note that reads,Since you enjoy being naked so much for the world to see, I’ll let you be bare beneath those clothes.
When I do nothing but hold the note in my fingers, Lily asks, “What does it say?”
“He didn’t want to give me any lingerie,” I say with a shrug, my attempt at brushing off the disappointment—and irritation—I’m feeling.
Her brow is furrowed as she begins to fasten the garter belt at her waist. “Oh.”
“Five minutes until the first game, Players!” Iris’s voice shouts from the doorway.
Tossing my empty box aside, I strip myself of the standard pajamas we were given and don the plain white linen pants and button-up shirt with nothing underneath, per Ivan’s instructions. Not that I have any choice. My attire is completely reliant on what’s given to me. I didn’t realize how vulnerable that makes me feel until now.
We’re led through the jungle, the sticky heat settling in a thin layer of sweat at the base of my neck, and are taken back to the manor. This time we’re led to a large room off the main foyer, only… there’s doors. It’s an entire room lined with doors. The only furniture the strange room houses is a set of sofas set up in an incomplete square in the middle.
Iris turns toward us. “Today is your first game. Your first test.” She looks down the line of us, a smile on her face. “You each have an assigned room, and inside an adjacent room, behind a one-way mirror, is your Advocate, who will be issuing you prompts for the game.”
“What’s the game?” Monica chimes in, crossing her arms.
Iris gives her a placid look. “I’m getting there. Patience.” She turns back to address the rest of us. “As I was saying,” a quick glare for Monica, “your first game will be two truths and a lie.”
“That’s it?” Stella giggles. “Well shit, this is going to be easy. I thought these games were meant to be challenging.”
Monica holds a pregnant pause of silence before continuing. “I think you will find there will be components of challenge in this game. But I won’t keep you any longer. Your Advocates are waiting.”
With that, Iris leaves the room, leaving the rest of us to look at each other, confused.
Lily is the first to depart from us, approaching the first door on the left and leaning in to read the plaques that I nowrealize are embedded in the wood. “It says Player One,” she says, turning toward us.
“Why can’t they just call us by our names?” Stella grumbles, heading toward her prospective door.
“My Advocate calls me by my name,” Clover adds in a condescending brag as she steps up to door one.
Lily lines up at door seven, Sarah at door nine, and I line up at door ten. The vacant spot at door eight is a reminder of how easy it is to be disqualified. With that thought in mind, I open the door.
The room is dimly lit, nothing more than an inlaid light which provides a soft glow. On the wall to the left hangs a large mirror, which I suspect Ivan sits behind. The only piece of furniture in the room is a cushioned, brown leather chair, which I take a seat in, meeting my gaze in the mirror.
