As (Y/n) looked over, two beautiful girls entered the bath, their hair flowing behind them as the other girls in the bath looked down into the water as if they were ashamed or something. One of them was the one the (h/c) haired girl had seen earlier with Sora, her white hair and purple eyes standing out. The one beside her possessed short blonde hair and orange eyes with a fragile-looking body. They seemed to be conversing happily, but there was something behind their words that seemed fake.

But the reason that everyone had gone silent and began to look down was because the most gorgeous girl (Y/n) had ever seen entered the bath, holding a towel over her busty figure as her navy hair flowed to her waist, her black eyes scanning over her environment. She seemed displeased, scowling as she entered the water, looking as if she resisted the urge to throw up. Entering the bath, she gave a scowl to Asuka who only smirked and stuck out her tongue as she splashed water towards (Y/n), intending to play again.

"Miyuki! Play with me!" she sang, swimming around with great joy, "You're the only one that will! C'mon, c'mon!"

The (h/c) haired girl couldn't resist the opportunity to join the orange-haired female, beginning to splash and swim around the bath. The two squealed in delight, enjoying the strange game of chase they were playing. The other girls around them still looked down, their postures becoming more closed off as if they were scared or intimidated. (Y/n) took notice of this, figuring it had to be the three girls that had come in that changed their attitudes. Then Asuka got the bright idea to splash the navy-haired girl, making her tense up and emit a low growl, wiping the water from off of her brow.

"Freak," the navy haired girl spat.

"Oh, I've heard you say worse in your sleep, fuckface," Asuka said, taking pleasure out of the expression that came from the other female, "Why are you here, anyway? Thought you were good to bathe with the rest of us."

"If you have to know," the other female said in a low and irked voice, "My bathroom is being renovated."

"And you didn't ask Sora if you could borrow his?" Asuka continued to mock.

The navy haired girl looked away, crossing her arms, and refused to say anything. As such, the orange-haired girl gave a frown, seeing her fun was ruined, and swam backward to bump into (Y/n) playfully. At this, she smiled and put her hands on her hips, leaning over to the (h/c) haired girl's ear to whisper loud enough for a few other girls to hear.

"I bet it's because he thought she was too dirty to use his bath."

A few girls snickered, unable to hold it, and (Y/n) tilted her head, looking over to see the navy haired girl blush in embarrassment and then give another growl. The other two beautiful girls beside her looked at one another in a fake concern, and fought back smirks themselves as she continued to be ridiculed by none other than Asuka, now not whispering anymore. Instead, she was openly speaking to everyone in the bath.

"Guess someone's dropped from the rankings," she said, clicking her tongue in disappointment, "And here I thought you were Sora's favorite, Seraphina. Guess he finally got tired of your kiss-ass compliments. About time, too."

"I swear, just because you've known him longer doesn't mean you get to mock everyone else!" Seraphina snapped, breathing heavily after she shouted.

The other girls went silent, putting their hands over their mouths as the drama unfolded before them. They didn't want any part of it, so they stayed out of it, hoping not to be involved against their wishes. (Y/n) did much the same thing since she didn't know the mechanics of the estate yet. If she were to get involved, she might have risked gaining an enemy in someone with power there. Asuka's smile dropped and she put her hands on her hips in an intimidating fashion.

"I'm not the one who made an enemy of me," the orange-haired girl growled, "I wouldn't expect any kindness from me. You're not worth it."

"You're such a bitch! You're not all that!" Seraphina shouted, clenching her fists by her side, "I'll prove it! After rankings, I'll be in first just like always, and we'll ask Sora who he likes better over you and me! I'm obviously his favorite!"

"What happens to the loser?" Asuka asked, semi-interested in the bet they were putting on.

"She has to bend down and kiss the other person's shoe!" Seraphina frowned, "And the winner can have the other person's weekly allowance!"

"It's a deal then," Asuka chuckled, walking out of the bath and motioning to (Y/n), "Come along, little lamb. Let's get dried off and we can have some nice dessert."

The (h/c) haired girl followed after the older female and dried herself off in the locker room with a fluffy towel. Asuka was mainly silent, dressing herself as (Y/n) did, only to close the locker and slip on her shoes. Then the two walked in silence through the hallway as men and women chatted on both sides of them. The orange-haired girl was silent, looking relaxed and confident as she walked, but her eyes surveyed the hallway, on the lookout for something.

It seemed that nothing caught her interest and she opened the door to (Y/n)'s bedroom, finding a timid Enmei waiting there, his grey hair covering his face while he looked down, scribbling on his notepad. Asuka gave him a small flick on the head, but made sure not to hurt him. In response, he looked up and gave a smile, waving at both of the girls and greeting them shyly. He then set his notepad down, giving his full attention to the both of them.

"Did you two enjoy your bath?" he asked, only to become flustered, "Oh, I didn't mean it like that! I'm not a pervert, I swear!"

"Don't worry, Enmei," Asuka chuckled, "There's nothing to worry about. We wouldn't think of you that way."

"Thanks," he said quietly, bringing his knees to his chest, "I finished early, so I was wondering if I could help you out, (Y/n)? You seemed pretty confused about some things here, and I get that, really. If there's anything I can help you with, just let me know. The rankings are going to happen in a few minutes, too. That might help you understand."

"Rankings?" the (h/c) haired girl said, tilting her head.

"Yeah, um, how to explain it?" the boy said, putting on a serious thinking face, "Everyone gets to vote for a few topics like who is the best looking or the best in bed, things like that. There's not usually a vote for the guys, since the main reason it's put on is for Master Sora's entertainment. But all the different categories are tallied up and every girl is put into a number. If you rank in the top 10, you get a better room, luxurious if you make it to the top three."

"He says girls, but what he really means is girls in Sora's harem.," Asuka said, "They seduce and have sex with almost anyone, although he takes priority. A good many of them are just sluts, but if they start to get popular and work up in the rankings, they evolve into bitches."

(Y/n) nodded, processing the information. She assumed that there must have been a pretty competitive tension between the girls. It didn't appear that any of them were true friends, after all, save for a select few. They seemed more prone to playing nice. Perhaps that was how they were able to get more popular. The other thing that had plagued (Y/n)'s mind was whether or not Asuka was part of the rankings. It didn't seem like it, but at the same time, she seemed like she was popular with guys, maybe even girls, too.

"So, then, is Asuka part of the rankings?" the (h/c) haired girl asked.

Enmei blushed and looked away, and the orange-haired girl began to laugh harshly, her eyes tearing up at the question. The timid male then gave an awkward cough and Asuka calmed her laughing, wiping at her eyes. Then she laid down on the bed and put her hands above her head, fiddling with her hair. She seemed to be thinking about how to answer the question, but shouldn't it have been easy to answer?

"Well," she started, twisting her hair around her finger, "I guess you could say 'yes', and I guess you could say 'no', depends on who you ask. I do seduce some men, but I'm part of a 'special division'. You could call me an information dealer, I guess. I just make men head over heels for me and work information out of them. Sometimes, I have to be sneakier than that though. So, you could call me a slut, too, which I don't mind if you do, but I'm not officially part of the rankings."

"I wouldn't call you something like that," (Y/n) said, appalled that Asuka would think she would say something like that to someone who had been so nice to her.

"I know, little lamb!" she said, putting her hands on her flushed cheeks and shaking her head with delight, "You're just the sweetest!"

"Yes," Enmei said quietly, "You're very unexpectedly kind. That's pretty rare here."

When she heard the boy's soft comment, the orange-haired female began to hum, putting her hand on her chin as she thought and looking up at the ceiling. Then she began to hum louder, tilting her head from the left to the right. As the (h/c) haired girl turned her head to try and understand what the older girl was doing, she moved her face close to hers and began to inspect her carefully.

"I've made up my mind, (Y/n)," Asuka said, standing up with glee, "You're going to be my new duckling!"

"Duck...ling?" Enmei said, blushing as he hid himself behind his hoodie, "Is that how you think of me? How embarrassing..."

"Is being a duckling a bad thing?" (Y/n) asked, smiling at Enmei's unusual and shy reactions.

"No, of course not!" the grey-haired male protested, "It's just her way of promising to protect you. She's very kind and nuturing, but she tends to be a bit too vulgar sometimes so it may get a little weird."

Asuka pouted as Enmei said that, finding the comment to be irrelevant to the subject at hand, but then she placed her chin on his head and began to poke his cheeks, making him blush further. He once again retreated into his hoodie, embarrassed by what the older female was doing. They looked almost like siblings like that, but (Y/n) didn't have any siblings so she wouldn't know what it was like. She imagined it was wonderful though, aside from the occasional bickerings.

"From now on, you'll be like my little sister, (Y/n)!" Asuka said, clinging onto the (h/c) haired girl's arm and spinning her around as if they were line dancing, "Let's get some dessert before we enjoy the rankings! I'll be making a million from this bet so let's celebrate!"

Enmei followed the two girls out of the room, keeping his notepad close to him as if it were more important than his life. The girls arrived in the dining hall to see a large number of people in it and a projector set up in the front of the room. As Asuka took two sundaes for herself, Enmei and (Y/n) looked at the massive treat, not knowing if they could finish the entire thing.

"D-Do you want to share?" he asked nervously, "There's no way I could eat that much."

"Ditto," the (h/c) haired girl chuckled, grabbing a separate spoon for herself, "It looks delicious though. Have you ever had one of these?"

"Ah, no," he blushed, "I'm not allowed luxurious treats like this unless Asuka gives them to me, but I don't usually accept her offer."

"Is there a reason why you are now?" (Y/n) asked, noticing his tense state as he looked around the room.

"Oh, well, she just..." he paused, rubbing the back of his head, "She looked like she really wanted to celebrate. I'd hate to make her feel worried for me or anything. She's just done so much, you know? It's like she's my real big sis."

The two sat down, Asuka beginning to eat her sundaes with great joy. If (Y/n) didn't know any better, she would have said she had a sweet tooth that seemed to rival Yamato's. Then again, it didn't look like her enjoyment of food was limited to just sugary treats. The (h/c) haired girl began to eat the sundae as well, noticing Enmei's hesitate to eat. He appeared intimidated, and, instead, placed the spoon down.

(Y/n) took the time to look around to see if anyone was bothering him, but she saw no one looking directly at him in an intimidating way. No one seemed particularly interested in what he was doing, making the (h/c) haired girl far more curious about why he didn't want to eat anymore. Then again, she did notice that Sora was sitting in the front of the room on some kind of large sofa. By his side were girls of all sorts fawning over him, obviously part of his supposed harem. They traced his body and seemed to be saying things that made him smirk confidently. He looked like a narcissistic fool, but that was hardly a surprise.

Then the lights in the room went out, except for the lights in the front, and there was a large cheer from the supposed audience. At the sound of a roar, (Y/n) tensed and looked over the crowd of people to see a black tiger running over to Sora, only to receive an affectionate petting from the ravenette. The tiger seemed pleased with him and it even sounded like it was purring. That being said, it was still a carnivorous tiger, and (Y/n) would be lying if she said she wasn't scared in the least.

"Excuse me," Enmei said, rushing over to Sora.

The grey-haired boy bowed to the ravenette, placing his notepad in the pocket of his pants. He then made his way to the projector and turned it on, holding some kind of remote in his hands as well as a microphone. The audience then began to chant certain names, some of which she had recognized from the whispers of the girls in the bath. Then Enmei gave a bow to the crowd and adjusted something on his neck, but (Y/n) couldn't get a clear view of it.

"After the votes that we've received, I've done a clear tally of all of the points that each girl earned," Enmei then gave a saddened expression, though he soon replaced it with a clearly fake smile, "The girl with the least number of points is Chizue, having only 10 points. Her ranking is 25, last place."

At the mention of her name, some of the members in the audience gave small cringes, mocking the girl. One of the girls beside Sora then flinched, making (Y/n) suspect she was the girl in last place. It was obvious something terrible was going to happen to her for being last, but as for what it was, the (h/c) haired girl had no idea. It seemed to be a terrible fate that awaited her, though, and it didn't seem likely anyone could change it.

Enmei moved forward through his announcements as the (h/c) haired girl thought about what the fate was of the poor girl. He clicked the remote in his hands, making her name appear on the projector and the points she'd gotten, including a percentage at the side. Sora watched with a fascination, eagerly anticipating the results of the votes as he rubbed the tiger's head, making it purr loudly.

"Moving onto the top three," Enmei said, making (Y/n) realize she'd been thinking so hard she'd missed a lot of people in the rankings, "In third place is Suzuki with a total of 162 points."

(Y/n) once more looked over to the girl by Sora's side, seeing the girl she'd seen before with short blonde hair flinching, a frown falling over her features. She seemed like she wanted to be higher, but (Y/n) couldn't blame her. It seemed the lower you were in the rankings, the less freedom you had. Then again, she could be wrong, and it could be more potentially disturbed than she originally thought.

"And in second place, Kioka with a total of 398 points," Enmei said, many people cheering at her name, and some groaning in disappointment.

The girl with white hair she'd first seen in Sora's bedroom gave a look of joy and despair. She had to have been wishing for first place, but the navy haired girl next to her gave a satisfied smile, pushing herself against Sora and kissing his lips. He didn't seem to refuse, letting her do as she pleased while pulling her onto his lap. She then whispered something in his ear that made him chuckle. The tiger didn't seem to be amused by the girl, growling at her. It seemed jealous of her taking away Sora's attention, and it began to push its head against his leg. The male seemed to give a smirk and began to pet the tiger's belly, making it roar in delight.

"And once again, first place, with a total of 829 points is Seraphina," Enmei finished.

The navy haired girl stood up and took the microphone from the timid boy, making him rush back over to Asuka and the (h/c) haired girl. He seemed far more timid now and began to reluctantly eat some of the sundae. At the same time, he blushed, enjoying the taste of the treat greatly. It calmed him significantly, but he still held a shy and reserved body language. Asuka rubbed his head roughly, making him smile slightly, but, once again, it didn't change his attitude much.

"Thank you for the votes, ladies and gentlemen," Seraphina said, flashing a seductive smile at the crowd, "But I'm afraid I'll be taking over the show now. See, Asuka and I got into a bit of a fight earlier and we made a bet."

The members of the audience gave a few whistles at the sound of what the navy haired girl was saying, paying close attention to how the catfight would end. Asuka rolled her eyes, clearly not expecting she would announce the bet to everyone in the room, but stood up nonetheless and walked to where Seraphina was standing. Enmei then scooted closer to (Y/n), mainly because he felt far safer next to her, and due to him being somewhat scared of how it would end.

"We had a bit of a disagreement about who Master Sora likes best," Seraphina continued, "The loser has to kiss the shoe of the other and the winner takes the other's weekly allowance from the loser."

The audience once again whistled and there were some shouts of Seraphina's name and some chanting Asuka's name. The audience seemed awfully split about who they wanted to win. It wasn't obviously unanimous in the slightest. Then, on the other side of the spectrum, there were others rooting for one of the girls because they didn't want the other to win. Clearly, there seemed to be a large split between opinions in the room.

"Master Sora, if you will," Seraphina said, holding the microphone for him.

The ravenette seemed to give an unamused look to the navy haired girl, clearly angry about being confronted with a question in front of everyone. (Y/n) did her best to study his expression and try to figure out what he was going to say, but it didn't seem like he wanted to answer. The audience was shouting at him to answer. In response, he snapped towards them and scowled, the entire room becoming both submissive and silent as they waited for his response.