The rules wash over Ishaza like gentle surf.

She's played hundreds of Desire Games before. Not Orgasm Race anytime recently; but it's clear these rules advantage her, as a longtime member of the Bowers staff. 

Of course, the prize isn't worth much to her, a permanent resident, but it is at least transferable; and there will be plenty of opportunities for her to trade for better things during the game. She wouldn't be surprised if she was chosen as a coach, given her long experience. Wouldn't that be fun. 

Lyn stands a little awkwardly, hands in her pockets. She feels naked without her riding crop in her hand. 

It's coming up to near the end of her stay, but she heard about this game and after some favour trading was able to get herself a spot at the table. 

She's not done at the Bowers, not yet. She needs to win this - but how? 

Winning the coach vote might be helpful, but that takes a reputation and she doesn't have long to establish one. And she didn't bring anyone with her. 

It's going to be an uphill battle.

Hazel hums lowly to herself, a light smile on her face. 

This sounds like it's going to be really fun. And involve a lot of cumming. Managing a team sounds like a pain, but sex for points suits. She'd like to win that prize... 

She should try and find a qualified domme to be her coach. They'll be stronger together. 

Hannah stretches her arms above her head. 

Yadda yadda, rules rules rules. The main point is the fucking and sucking. She doesn't really care about the week at the bowers, she's been here a hundred times before. 

Whatever. 

... It'd be hot to earn the most points though. Be officially best at cumming. Heh.

Cocoa looks around at the other contestants, a quizzical look on his face. 

... They've stuck him in the women's game again, haven't they. Ten to one most of these girls are lesbian. Which is a problem, given that he's a guy! 

Then again, he's kind of used to working with a handicap. And if there's someone here who's seriously bi, he does have a certain unique charm...

It's been another long day of playing music at the bowers, and soon it'll be time to move on again. 

Cytherea reaches out and takes the hand of her partner, squeezing gently.

"We'll win this together," she breathes in Rose's ear. 

"Heh. Don't get overconfident. But yeah, together." 

Rose knows who she's voting for in this one. Another week together with Scythe at the bowers... Now that's a prize worth fighting for. Or, in this case, worth fucking for.

They've put her in the ladies' section again. Which is a problem, given that she prefers men... well, most of the time. 

... the Bowers does seem to have given her one cute boy today, though, so maybe she'll go say hi. She wants to be on his team, for sure. 

Lily feels... a bit uncomfortable, to be honest. This was recommended to her as a way to "loosen up" and "be adventurous", but that week long prize is just too huge! What's she supposed to do, not try and win? 

She has no friends here, no clue as to strategy just yet...

Well, there is one thing...

Theoretically, a non-captain player can leave their team in the last trade round if they can convince their captain to let them go, right? And go to the winning team at the very end. 

But the captains themselves have to win the whole game. 

So she should... nominate someone for captain she doesn't want to win. 

It's counterintuitive, but the logic seems sound to her. 

Neo looks around, eyeing the other players. It's been a while since she played one of these. Nice to see Ishaza, she'd be a good coach candidate. There are a couple other standouts she can see as well.

It'll be fun to see what trades she can make with her points and possible prize. Not like a free week at the Bowers will do her much good, since she's already a permanent resident. It'll be a fun ride either way.

Maya leans her statuesque hull against her admiral as she looks around the room, the rules and prize filtering through her mind. Obviously she's voting for Sable as a coach. No one leads like her admiral, even if this is a rather different battlefield than what she's conquered before. She'll be uncertain about the prize, though.

"I'm sure the other girls will forgive us for taking an extra week, beloved."

Sable wraps her arms tightly around Maya as the battleship leans against her, strategies flicking through her mind as her gaze sweeps the room intently. Her experience with command suggests her as a possible coach, but there are no guarantees. Options: visibly signal being an established couple already comfortable with sex to encourage being drafted together if she doesn't get picked as a coach, scope out a few likely subs and flirt with them as possible team members, watch for people who'd be receptive to trades. She can spot a few potentials already. Her right hand drifts lower to squeeze Maya's ass.

Maya's right that the rest of their little fleet would forgive them, but Sable suspects there are some particularly interesting things a week's stay could be traded for, as well. She licks her lips at the thought of the challenge here. Prize or not, coach or not, this is going to be fun.

"We'll see how things turn out," she replies.

The referee outlines a box atop her podium, and a silver case appears in the space between her hands. 

She opens it; inside there is a ballot box, a stack of a dozen silver envelopes, and a bundle of fountain pens. 

"Ballots will now be handed out. The initial voting phase will last for 60 minutes or until all votes are cast, whichever is shorter. In order to cast your vote, write a single name on the ticket in your envelope, replace it into the envelope, then insert it into the ballot box. Ballots with more or less than exactly one name on them will be considered spoiled and counted for no-one. If your ballot is lost or damaged, you will not be issued a replacement."

She taps the ballot box. "Votes will remain secret until the end of the game; however, the total vote count for each player will be published at the end of the voting phase. You may vote for yourself."

The referee spreads her hands. "Negotiation time will start when all ballots have been handed out. Please form an orderly line and take one ballot and pen each."

Interesting. Very interesting.

"If anyone would like to vote for a domme as their coach, please write in "Lyn" on your ballot!"

Huh, she's probably worth talking to...

Great, an hour of fucking around before the real game starts. 

If she casts her vote early maybe she can take a nap.

Cocoa just gets in line, his gaze intent on the ballot box. 

This is a serious decision...

"Well this part's easy for us, huh?" Scythe grins and runs a hand through Rose's hair.

"Mmmmmhm." Rose smiles and ducks her head, and goes to get in line.

She wants to be on that black-haired boy's team. In which case... probably best to be a coach? Her chances are better if they can cooperate...

She had better get to the front of the line before anyone tries any tricky business with the ballots. No replacements, one per person? There are definitely going to be shenanigans. 

Neo hops into line. It would be easy to steal a ballot, but boring. There's no interesting security, nothing to make the theft really worthwhile. The real fun is in how many orgasms she can wring out of the cuties on her team.

She blows a kiss at Ishaza.

She and Maya get in line as well, cuddling while they eye the group. She's pretty sure the elegant beauty with the purple skin and horns is on staff — she's seen her before. That makes her a solid candidate for a coach. Then there's another blatant couple. They'll be trying to pair up too, which means they're angling to make one of them a coach. And Lyn, of course, has announced her candidacy as well. The adorable snailgirl is eyeing her, which suggests Lyn has a shot already. Finally the silver-haired girl is paying rather a lot of attention to the lone boy, which suggests another pair in progress.

That's five coach candidates already, counting herself. This will take some interesting politicking to get everyone arranged onto teams.

The referee passes out pens and envelopes one by one.