SitC: rounding things out...

Our fourth player has arrived, and with the introductions done I will be creating a collected and further edited PDF to post later.

One thing I do want to mention, a change you will see to the PDF is a new line added to the invitation note they each got;  Your key card gets you three complimentary visits to our buffet per day!  

Please enjoy!

~dS

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Long before Cassidy had ridden back down the elevator - and shortly after the big bosomed blonde had arrived - the final contested had grunted her way into the lobby of the Oasis.

Happy to be inside, Daphne removed her sunglasses and swung her enormous backpack off her shoulders and onto the floor. It thudded atop the tile with an accompanying cloud of dust to be expected from the weight of a bag holding enough supplies to hike from one side of the country to the other - because it was. The exhausted brown-haired woman had started in Santa Maria, California, and had hiked around 400 miles by now over the course of a week.

Having just graduated college with a degree in Environmental Studies, Daphne had thought it would be a character - and career - building boost to hike across the country, studying humanities effects on the land as she went.

Daphne had seen a lot of interesting places on her travels so far, but what she had learned was that it was possible for all of her body to hurt all of the time. Couches, hostels, and sometimes her tent had given her long-traveled body no ability to recover at all along her trek. When she got a text message saying she could stay in a five-star hotel for free her body practically forced her to RSVP.

The casino probably wasn’t very green - an irony given that it was called The Oasis, Daphne thought - but at the moment it was indeed a literal oasis for her muscles and bones. Checked in and stepping into her room Daphne again dropped her bag - followed by her clothes. More dust from the road shook from Daphne’s hair and silver tank top as she lifted pulled it off, her B-cup breasts bouncing free. A clear line of dust across her bust marked where her skin had and hadn’t been exposed to the air of the road.

Terrified of spreading her dust cloud onto any of the clean, fancy furniture, Daphne immediately went into the bathroom, massaging her sore chest as she went. She sat on the toilet and tore off her hiking boots and socks, tossing them out of the room. Daphne paused to massage the calluses that were forming on her poor feet. She let out a long sigh - it was good to have those boots off. The cold tile actually felt soothing against her sore and sweaty toes.

Telling herself she had to move on with things, Daphne undid the buttons and zipper of her shorts and pushed them and her panties down to her ankles in one swift motion. She flexed her thick ass and thighs as she kicked the clothing over to where she had tossed the boots.

Daphne could feel the thick layer of dirt across her body, and she didn’t even want to feel how her own skin felt as she held out her arms and stepped into the shower. She turned on the water full blast and didn’t even care that the first few moments were ice cold - they were wet, and she could feel the caked grime flowing from her form.

As the water turned warm Daphne rotated in the spray, finally unwrapping one of the hotel provided soap bars and lathering herself up. Her generous hips and full ass, compared to her sore B cup breasts, gave her a short and slight pear shape that she’d always been comfortable with. She only now remembered that her brown locks were pulled back in a ponytail, and she undid it so she could rinse out her hair. 

If it was possible for one person to use up the hot water in a state-of-the-art Las Vegas hotel Daphne probably could have done it, but as she washed off the third lather of soap she reminded herself that saving water saved the whales. She reluctantly shut off the valve, grabbed one towel for her hair and another for her body, and took one last deep breath of the wonderful warm wet air of the bathroom before going out into the main part of her hotel room.

As she rubbed dry her hair Daphne wandered over to the window that gave her a great view of Las Vegas. Daphne didn’t really know anything about the city - only that what happened here stayed here. She didn’t know if she was looking at the strip, and old or new part of the city, or how much more there was that she couldn’t see.

But the lights were pretty and the architecture was amazing and it was all horrible for the environment and the animals who actually needed darkness at night time.

Daphne was torn.

Deciding she didn’t want to literally face her indecision Daphne turned around and spotted the note and orange envelope on the table. She read through the note, which read the same as the other three that had been read that evening, save for one line;

If you would like to enjoy a special starting bonus for tonight’s game round, please dress according to the following; paint your finger and toe nails gold with the polish in your dresser drawer!

Daphne tapped the invite in her hands for a moment. Painting herself gold seemed awfully gaudy.

On the other hand, if she didn’t get that bonus and it meant an early loss, she could find herself back on the road quite quickly. Daphne didn’t like that idea. She’d been without comfort for too long, and there was so much of it here.

And she hadn’t even tried the bed yet!

Daphne found the polish and flopped into a chair, sighing at how the overstuffed cushions cradled her. She deftly polished all ten nails, wiggling them and giggling at the golden garishness of it all.

Once the polish had dried Daphne got up and opened the wardrobe. As she browsed through one over-the-top design after another a little of the zeal that had driven her to take up environmental studies returned; where was the material sourced from? Had the workers who mass produced the outfits been paid fairly? What non-profits did the income from sales benefit?

Daphne looked down at the gold glinting from her fingers. It would be easy to let herself get lost in this superficial world. She wanted to take a break and enjoy it, not be taken by it. She closed the doors on the clothing and went over to her bag. Out of it she pulled a simply grey tank top and brown shorts - although these were much shorter than the knee-length ones she’d warn while hiking.

Both towels were draped up so they would dry for reuse later, and Daphne pulled on the tanktop. She’d foregone a bra - her tits were still tender from being in her sports bra for so long, and this was Vegas! Being a little nipply under her top was probably the least salacious thing in fifty mile radius!

Daphne did put on some panties under her shorts, whose hems stopped just a few inches beyond her impressive ass. She did her hair and some simple make-up, then went back to her bag.

There was no way she was going to put her feet back in those boots, especially not with her toenails painted for the first time in a month. Daphne fished out a simple pair of foam sandals with a soft fabric thong that slipped between her toes. She wiggled her little digits happily, and was interrupted by the grumble of her stomach.

Daphne was about to leave for the buffet when she remembered about the mysterious orange envelope. She picked it up and walked out of the room to the elevator. As the bell rang and the doors opened Daphne pulled out the orange-backed playing card and read it to herself;

Sweet Release: Your breasts will constantly produce honey.

“Better than bothering the bees for it I guess…” Daphne muttered, returning the card to the envelope and pocketing it. Daphne heard another gurgle from her body, and put a hand to her stomach - not realizing it had actually come from deep within her boobs.

to be continued...