> Be Anon, one of the waking few
> This evening, a pair of hypnotized minions firmly guide you to the throne room
> What you have come to think of as "the dazzled" bring you before the room's only occupant
> You were expecting them to force you to kneel, but instead they are dismissed
> Adagio Dazzle looks down on you from her raised throne
> She is distinctly nonplussed
> Out of self preservation, you begin to kneel, only to stop as her frown deepens
> You end up standing straight and resigning yourself to waiting
> As the silence stretches on, and on, your eyes begin to wander
> Not for the first time, you note that at least your new overlords (over ladies?) are pretty
> Adagio uncrosses and crosses her legs
> Dammit, boner, this is not the time
> "I see you 'noticed' me."
> Her voice startles you after the prolonged silence
"Ah! Uh, sorry about that. Won't happen again."
> She rises from her throne and approaches you, hips swaying
> "Don't misunderstand, Anon. I have been waiting for you to notice me."
> ...
> Wat
"Glad I could help?"
> Adagio bites her lip
> "You must be wondering why I summoned you."
"Yes?"
> "I was thinking, we could get to know each other better."
> ...
"You want to be friends? After taking over the world?"
> She scowls at you
> "You never noticed me before! Not at lunch, not in the halls, you didn't even show up at the battle of the bands!"
> Oh yeah, the time you missed the end of the world because you were playing vidya
"Are you saying that you took over the world, just so that I would notice you?"
> It occurs to you that you are a senior, and therefore, her senpai
> Oh dear
> "It's not like I like you or anything! I just... wanted to get to know you. You are an interesting guy, Anon."
> And she's tsundere for you
"I...see. Well, now what?
> She plucks at her half-gloves nervously
> "Now you live in the palace. Until we prepare a room for you, you can sleep in my, ah, my r-room."
> O-kay.
"That sounds good, I am pretty tired."
> That's something of a lie, but you need time to think
> She walks to one of many doors
> Adagio glances over her shoulder
> "Coming?"
> You try to ignore all the 'witty' responses your oversexed brain composes
"Yes, right inside you. I mean, behind you."
> Dammit, brain
> She blushes as your Freudian slip, and gives you time to catch up
> "See that you do. My room is this way."
> As you follow her swaying hips, you resign yourself to that fact that your boner will be doing more of the thinking for the foreseeable future

> Adagio's room is large, with a canopied four post bed occupying a fair portion of it
> The siren roots around in her dresser for a bit, then tosses a wad of clothing at you
> "You can change into those out in the hall. Be grateful, not many people get to wear my clothes."
> Upon closer examination, you seem to have a set of purple pajamas
"Right. Thanks."
> You step outside the door and close it
> The hallway seems to be deserted, so you shrug and start taking off your clothes
> You hear the door creak behind you, and you pause, shirt halfway off
> You casually shuck your shirt, turning slightly 
> Out of your peripheral vision, you see the door cracked open
> Alright
> You bend over slowly as you inch your pants down your legs
> You kick them to the side, then pick up the pajama bottom
> You were planning on doing some seductive ass-cupping with the waistband, but as you pull it up you run into legitimate difficulties 
> After a few minutes of yanking and squeezing, you finally get into Adagio's pants
> You are pretty sure, one wrong move and you will get such a wedgie
> For that matter, the front is kinda tight too
> No hiding that bulge
> Not going to even try putting the shirt on
> You reach back, and yank open the door, turning as you do
> Adagio falls on her butt, her legs splayed
> That wouldn't be too exciting, except she is wearing a thigh-length nightgown and apparently orange and white striped panties
"I see two can play at the seduction game."
> "What?"
> You nod at her display
> She looks down and immediately closes her legs, tugging her nightgown over her lap
> "P-pervert!"
> Really?
"Really? You were the one watching me take off my clothes."
> Adagio gets to her feet, smoothing out her gown to regain her composure
> "I was just...making sure you didn't try to escape. Enough of this. We should really get some sleep, tomorrow you start on your duties."
> She turns and walks to the bed, her back ramrod straight
> You go to the other side
"My duties? I thought you just wanted to get to know me."
> The siren wriggles under the covers
> "Oh, I'll be doing that too, but I have decided we really need an intelligent servant around here."
> You slip under the covers as well
> Damn, this is a large bed
> There's at least two feet between the two of you
"A servant you have sleeping in your bed."
> A pillow hits your face
> "B-be grateful! And no funny business!"
"Alright, alright."
> She flips a switch and the lights go out
> As you lay there in the dark, you become all the more aware of the little sounds
> Her shallow breathing, the rustle of cloth as she shifts positions
> It's a long night

> You wake up slowly, the morning sun warming your cheek
> A slender arm across your chest, and something soft pressed up against your arm
> Nice
> You open your eyes and turn to look to the side
> Blue?
> The slight movement of your body rouses Sonata
> She props herself up on her elbow, and you are somewhat saddened to feel the softness leave you
> Bluey stares at you blankly for a moment, then grins
> "Good morning, servant boy!"
"Uh, good mo-"
> She snuggles up against your chest, her face in the crook of your neck
> You are very fine with this
> She sighs happily
> Then you hear rustling from the far side of the bed
> "Mmmmgghphh, honestly, Sonata, you have your own be-"
> Adagio looks down at the two of you
> You notice that bluey is only wearing a bra and panties
> You give orange creamsicle a wave with your free arm
"Good morning."
> Sonata looks up, and is faced with the increasingly wrathful face of the ruler of the world
> She grins weakly
> "Would you like a turn?"
> Adagio hisses
> "He's mine. Now get out!"
> Bluey scampers off the bed 
> She only pauses at the door to give you a wink and to blow you a kiss
> You give her a short little wave
> You turn towards Adagio, who is gazing into the depths of her wardrobe
"Anything I can help you with?"
> She plucks out a few pieces that look... just like her normal outfit
> Adagio lays them on the bed, and finally looks at you, her face carefully expressionless
> "Help me get dressed."
> You raise your eyebrows
"Last night, you were embarrassed for me to see your panties. Now you want-"
> "I know what I want!"
> Ah, some anger
> She turns away from you
> "Don't question my orders, servant."
> You approach, muttering out a
"Yes, mistress."
> She still has her back to you, so you lift up her gown from behind
> dat ass
> Adagio shifts her weight impatiently, and you bite your lip
> You pull the gown up, and she shivers when one of your fingers grazes her side
> She raises her arms accommodatingly, and you remove the gown completely
> She stands there in her underwear, her white bra contrasting deliciously with her yellow skin
> You look to the clothes she set out
"Shall I get some underwear from the dresser?"
> She whirls to face you
> "That won't be necessary! I c-can do that later."
> Then she turns her back on you once again, and you shrug
> Tights first, you suppose
> You crouch down to get her feet in, and are treated to a nice view of the undercarriage
> The lavender fabric clings to her legs in a way that would make you jealous, if you weren't the one putting it on her scantily clad body
> You pull it up and over her hips, your thumbs brushing against that tender flesh
> The shorts come next, and fit her easily enough
> That is, until it is time to button them.
> You stand behind her, your arms circling around her and pressing quite firmly against her waist
> You peer over her shoulder and you force the button ever closer towards the hole, savoring the view of her pillowy slopes
> At last, the button is fastened, and both of you are breathing heavily
> "Taking your time, Anon?"
> You place your hand on her hip to steady you as you lean to scoop up her tube-top-thing
"Can you blame me?"
> You pull it down her chest slowly, mesmerized by how it drags across her breasts
> "You are my servant, I can blame you for anything I want."
> You step back to admire your work
> Hmmm, seems you will have to tuck the top in
"Ah, but do you want to?"
> Your hand presses up against her stomach and slides in under the tight band of the shorts
> "A-anon! What do you think you are doing?"
"Just tucking in your shirt, that's all."
> You repeat the process, your hand delving into her shorts with a slow, firm purpose
> Once you are done, she snatches up her jacket and belt and retreats
> "I-I can do the rest myself! Just- just stand over there!"
> You bow, and stand in the appointed spot
"And what shall I wear today?"
> She glances at you, still flustered
> "You shall remain as you are. Perhaps then you will learn to treat me with more deference."
> Personally, you think she just likes you shirtless and in tight pants
> As she collects the rest of her accessories, your stomach growls
> She glances at you again, this time with regained composure
> "Follow me to the dining room."