"Well?" the woman asked, hands clasped behind her back, her head tilted slightly in curiosity. "You are here, and you no doubt came here with purpose." Her voice was melodic, soothing. She spoke in a manner that felt welcoming, open, like she had nothing to hide. "I shall be polite and not ask your names, though I confide I already know them. Knowing who you all are, and your allies besides, was integral to making this world. But I digress. Feel free to ask your questions. It is the only way we shall reach an understanding after all, don't you agree?"

"She's a god," Naoto realised, her eyes wide. The woman frowned as the others vocalised their confusion. "You said you would answer our questions. So, am I correct?"

The woman shook her head helplessly, a smile on her face. One hand came up to adjust her glasses before returning behind her back. "I see now why you were the first choice. Very well. You are quite correct. May I ask what gave me away?"

"Wait, wait? She's a god? A real god?" Violet asked.

"Real is very much a loaded term in this case. We're dealing with a world shaped by human consciousness after all. If enough minds are united even subconsciously for a singular desire, that can be enough to create an image, a reflection of that desire." Naoto's eyes landed on Joker for the moment, he glanced her way in turn. "To my knowledge, it happened twice before. I was involved in one such incident."

"Three times, then," Joker nodded, eyes returning to the being in front of them. "What happened with Yaldabaoth was just like what you're describing."

The god before them let out a light chuckle at the sudden hostility. "Oh, darlings. Your struggles are going to be harsher than I anticipated if you are so eager to sort things into what is real and what is a fabrication. So it was prior experience then? That was what gave me away?"

"Among other things," Naoto continued. "Your assumed superiority, claiming to know what is best for humanity while making no claim to be part of it. Treating interlopers more like errant children than actual threats," she listed the things she recognised from her experience. "But then there is also the manner of this place. Downstairs has the aesthetic of a standard mid-class love hotel. Here? A penthouse suite as the intercom said. But one with an entirely different colour scheme, decor, it even has the feel of a living space rather than somewhere rented by the hour. It's a distinct space that demonstrates a greater control over this world than any human mind could have. Add to that the clear cultural iconography and it was a reasonable conclusion to draw even if I wasn't entirely certain."

Crow gave the other detective a measuring look. "You enjoy showing off, don't you?"

Naoto gave no answer beyond a satisfied smirk.

That smirk fell when the god before them offered polite applause for the explanation. "I do so adore the clever girls! What a wonderful wife and mother you will make! Well, for that I think you deserve a proper introduction. Humanity knows me as Sachko Atsuru, but you may call me Xochiquetzal."

"I see what you did with the name," Joker tells her. "It's cute."

"Oh, thank you!" she bobs lightly in gratitude, "It was a fun moment coming up with an appropriate human name. Japan has such a rich history of granting meaningful names and titles. But in the end, I settled on one that resembled mine in form rather than meaning." The god blinked, appeared confused, then contrite. "Oh dear. It seems my curiosity took us away from our purpose here yet again! I fear you have answered my questions and have yet to even ask your own. Are you perhaps new to this interrogation business? Would you like some help?"

It was a sudden realisation for Joker that maybe she was right. When it came to getting information it tended to be Makoto who took the lead, or before she joined, Ryuji and Morgana. "Alright then. We'll start with the simple question. Why did you create this fake world?"

A put-upon sigh from the god. One hand reappearing from behind her to wag a finger chidingly. "There you go again. What makes you say this world is any less real than the one you left behind?"

"No!" Violet suddenly snapped. "My sister is dead!"

"Violet–" Joker tried to warn her.

"No," she repeated at Joker, though with less heat. "She already said she knows who we are and even if she doesn't I don't care!" She glared at the woman what had the gall to look back at her with compassion. "What happened to Kasumi is something I'll have to live with for the rest of my life, but it happened! It's my burden to bear! You can't just wave a magic wand and make it go away any more than Doctor Maruki could!"

"Oh, poor sweet child!" The sympathy in Xochiquetzal's voice was perhaps overblown but didn't ring false. "You have been through so much. Would that I could have simply taken this burden from you but your experiences, the very hardships you speak of prevented it. You bear the sins and joys of both lives. And you are correct that I cannot take away your burden. But the tragedy associated with it need not happen. And in this world, it did not happen."

"You're lying! It's not real! It's–!"

"Perhaps," Naoto cut in, "it would be best if we changed the subject."

Joker nodded to her. While he felt for Violet, yelling wouldn't get them anywhere. "You said you couldn't take away Violet's memories, but Naoto lost hers only to get them back right away. If this world is supposed to be real like you keep saying, why do we keep seeing evidence of you messing with our heads?"

"You believe that to be my doing?" the god asked. "There are multiple forces at play here young man. You should know not to jump to conclusions. You know of at least one other force capable of toying with the mind, do you not?" She smiled slightly as recognition lit in his eyes. "Yes, and now you realise. As you were before, you are in a game of gods even if one side would not call themselves such. You, Joker if you will allow me the use of your nom de guerre, you remember only your old life. Your restrained life. Your mind and soul were protected, transmigrated into this new world. I admit I was disheartened to see such interference as I was bestowing the gift of this new world on humanity."

She looked to the others in the group. "As I said, Violet was it? Her soul is... Hm. I struggle to find an appropriate term to fit your limited understanding. Loose? As such, her old psyche much more readily attached itself to her new one. And of course Crow, you suffer a similar predicament. Dying in another version of this world of unconscious desire, steeped in the ways of the subconscious. A life of regret and dissatisfaction. It was little wonder your old self clung to existence."

"And me?" Naoto prompted. "What is your unverifiable justification for my current circumstance?"

"You?" Xochiquetzal asked with amusement. "You are the result of his benefactors' reach exceeding their grasp."

"I lived this world," she told them, turning her back on them as she returned to gazing lovingly out of the window. "To make it, to fulfil the wish bestowed upon me, I took my place among its people. I worked tirelessly. Sleeplessly. For what is fatigue to a god? I campaigned as a mortal, professing the ideology that would bring my new world to fruition. It was a work of years upon years to make the world see, to share my vision. For now it is only one island nation but in time it will be accepted by all of humanity. This beautiful doctrine of freedom to love and be loved." Her head dipped, her tone sombering. "I had assumed there would be setbacks. I knew the collective had other wishes in the past of the old world. To live in a sea of uncertainty. Or simply to end." A gleeful little chuckle. "I was wrong about that. Nothing could reassure me that my cause was good than realising mankind had no such wishes. At least none so strong as to bring about a force to make them reality." She looked over her shoulder directly at Naoto. "The struggles of you and your friends? They were no longer necessary."

"We are working on different definitions of the word necessary," Naoto countered. "I wouldn't trade those experiences or the friendships I forged for anything."

"And I suppose with the other's meddling you will not need to. For that is another way in which they cheated. You were not intended to be here, not as you are now. Should all have gone as intended you would be a young woman, struggling with her identity but living as best she could as a renowned detective. Instead, the other opted to lean on the scales. By the time they interfered I had grown complacent. All was as it should be, on a path of beautiful and unashamed affection. So it was that I didn't notice a handful of people were not where they were supposed to be, when they were supposed to be. By the time I realised something was amiss, a certain school had been flooded by those with a power capable of undoing my design." A sour look marred her features, an unpleasant frown, almost a scowl. "I discovered their little scheme as they were attempting to gift a certain someone another set of memories, acting far beyond their remit. Unable to rescind that gift, I attempted to suppress it. It seems I was unsuccessful."

Crow scoffed. "And so you place the blame on an unknown and unnamed force that we have not heard of until this point," he jibed, shaking his head, "How convenient."

Joker wasn't so quick to dismiss it. "No," he answered Crow, "I have an idea of what she's talking about." Not that he said so for the sake of establishing the truth for everyone as much as keeping Xochiquetzal talking. Staying on friendly terms, buying into what she was saying, it would keep her talking, keep her trying to convince them. It was clear that was what this was by this point. Much like Yaldabaoth had, Xochiquetzal wanted to resolve this peacefully even if only for the sake of convenience. Even a small threat was still a threat and having already defeated one god, Joker knew he and his friends were no longer just a small threat.

"You see?" the woman clasped her hands in front of herself, offering Joker a beaming smile. "All I want is for this world to be allowed to exist! That is all! It is the others! They are the ones interfering in your lives. All to put a stop to this beautiful world!"

"You say you tried to suppress mine," Naoto interjected to bring the conversation to more useful information. "What about my friends? What happened to their memories?" She had already drawn the conclusion that if hers still existed, then so would her friends'. Likely any other persona users also.

"The most fortified souls? I still have them. Safely tucked away where they cannot be a burden to the people they are now. But I have yours right here, Joker!" she announced proudly, presenting a sphere of undulating light, "The life they denied you! The life you lived as part of my world! Please, accept it! This world is a gift to all of humanity! It pains me so to see someone who has not been blessed with the experience of living in it!"

Joker's eyes widened as the sphere zipped toward him!

"Joker!" Violet cried.

He grit his teeth. He didn't want it! Memories of a world he would need to destroy? They would only make it more difficult to purge this false reality! His rebel spirit surged and suddenly he felt... Like he was exactly what he needed to be. The mask had barely formed on his face before he tore it off. "Scathach!"

... And there stood Arséne. "What?" He had wanted to summon Scathach to perform Makarakarn, to protect him. But in the time it took to realise not only Scathach, but all of the persona he last remembered holding within him were gone, all but Arséne, the orb of light had already sunk beneath his flesh. "Guah!"

It came to him in a flood. In sequence and all at once, his life flashed before his eyes. His life, but also another life.

It was... remarkably similar in many respects. When Doctor Maruki had attempted his false reality, he worked to sculpt it, to varnish it, to make it perfect for everyone. A blissful dream. Xochiquetzal's world... It wasn't perfect. Not by any measure. She hadn't endeavoured to make it so. The only change for this new reality was an acceptance of love, lust and sex. She truly hadn't done anything else. As a result, Ren had a younger sibling. One who hated him in fact, and was only too eager to see him ruined after the encounter with Shido. No. A perfect world this was not. It had flaws and difficulties just the same as the one he had been taken from.

It took living in this world to understand better what it meant for sex to be more accepted. For example, Japan's work culture was only somewhat relaxed for the sake of a greater focus on children, both having and raising them. Japan was still Japan. As such, childcare services were a constantly in-demand business to make sure the youth were cared for while the parents were being productive citizens. Sex crime was not so pervasive both because fewer things classified as sex crimes and because there was less impetus for it. Without a ban or even stigma attached to prostitution, anyone could satisfy their urges, no matter what those urges might be. It took a disturbing person to feel the need to forcefully use someone for sex. It wasn't unheard of, but it was rare. And the punishments were dire.

As for changes to Ren's personal life, he had a pleasant encounter with a girl before he moved to Tokyo. An entirely casual, fumbling, unskilled but satisfying encounter. A moment of discovery and new understanding for the two of them. Yes, what they had been taught was true. Sex was wonderful, an experience to be treasured, not scorned.

And then he came to Tokyo. Spent a year as leader of the phantom thieves. That was when his relationships truly felt different. None were so quickly intimate as the one that began during the fateful 'Operation Maidwatch'.

-(-)-

Unlike in the first reality, this time it was arranged to take place in his attic room. And unlike the first reality, they all knew full well what they were getting into.

"Man, I can't believe we're gonna do this!" Ryuji strained not to shout, trying to contain his excitement.

"Is this really okay?" Mishima asked, having spent the last ten minutes of waiting pacing back and forth across the floorboards.

"Come on man, we're all legal, it's fine," Ryuji waved off the more cautious boy's worries. "Dude, a freakin' maid service girl! This is just the best! I'm so glad I saved up for this."

The three boys heard a knock from downstairs. Mishima yelped.

"Dude, calm down! You're gonna make me nervous!"

"Sorry, sorry!" Mishima said, though he looked no less nervous himself after the admonition. "Wh-What do we do? Should we go downstairs?"

"Oh for the love of–!" Morgana chimed in, though only Ren and Ryuji could understand him. "Look, I'll go open the door for her you big babies! I'll be back later." The little black cat darted across the room, down the stairs.

"There you go, Morgana will handle it," Ren shrugged as he relaxed on the couch.

"Dude, you are too comfortable with that weird-ass cat."

A new voice came from downstairs alongside the ringing of the café entrance bell. "Hello? Maid service! Did someone here call for a maid?!"

"Yeah, we're upstairs!" Ren called back down.

"Oh man, I'm so excited!"

The sound of sensible shoes on the wooden stairs preceded the appearance of their entertainment for the evening. A woman with dark hair in twintails wearing a fetish maid costume. The woman performed a low curtsey, lifting her skirt enough by the ends to reveal just a hint of her panties underneath. "Good evening, Master! I will be your maid for the evening! My name is Becky! Nice to meet you!" Rising from her introduction, she first saw three pairs of legs before her. "Oh my! Not just Master, but three Masters! I'm afraid there's an extra charge fo~~~~r..." her words trailed off, the chipper tone turning dull as she raised her head to see exactly who she would be servicing. "Oh shit," she cursed under her breath.

"Don't worry, I'm good for it!" Ryuji eagerly answered her. "S-So what kind of services do you," he swallowed, "provide?"

"Uhhh..." 'Becky' hesitated, stuck between a few difficult choices. They hadn't realised who she was so she could decline, flake on the call. She would get chewed out and not get paid. But that might be better than them figuring her out and having her over a barrel.

But she was so focused on the nervous and eager Ryuji she paid little attention to the troublesome transfer student looking at her much more intently. "Miss Kawakami?"

"Kawakami?" Ryuji echoed, not noticing as Mishima's eyes widened in realisation. "Dude what're you talking about her for when we've got a maid right in front of- Ohhh..." he trailed off as he looked back at her and it clicked. "Huh."

"Shit. Shit! Okay," Kawakami said, completely dropping the Becky persona, "Here's the deal. I'm going to leave, I'll have the company send you another girl. And then we're going to pretend tonight never happened. Got it?"

"G-Got it!" Mishima answered immediately.

"Whoa whoa hold on!" Ryuji put a stop to that, earning a scowl from their teacher. "So you're a prostitute? For real?"

"I need the money. Do you have a problem with that?" she asked with a sharp look.

"I-I mean no, but-"

"Are you sure you want to leave?" Ren cut in to ask. She gave him an unimpressed look. "I'm just saying, no matter what, none of us are going to say anything about this." His eyes moved to the other boys to get the message across, as well as exactly how serious he was about that declaration. They quickly nodded in agreement. "You said you need the money, enough to risk getting fired from Shujin for moonlighting to do this. It's not really our business why, but wouldn't you get in trouble for turning down a job that would pay this well?"

It annoyed her. It honestly annoyed her how perceptive Ren Amamiya could be. He was a good student with a sharp mind. Now he was applying it to getting his dick inside his homeroom teacher. But more than anything, it annoyed her that he had a point. Servicing three clients was a big payday for an hour's work and it wasn't like she got enough requests that she could turn them down at her leisure. Her eyes landed on the calm Ren, the eager Ryuji, the timid Mishima. Her lips pursed. "Money first," she demanded.

With shaking hands, Ryuji pulled out his wallet and produced a fistful of yen bills. She made a show of counting them, then putting them in the little purse the company provided. "Not a word to the school, got it?" she reaffirmed one last time to another round of nods. Sighing out just a tiny bit of her dignity as she resolved to sexually service her students. "How may I serve you, Masters?"

For as much as her role was to serve them, it almost seemed like the reverse for how she had to guide them into positions of dominance. Getting a pillow to kneel on the floor herself, coaxing them to come over so she could clean them like a proper maid. On her knees, surrounded by three of her students, stroking two of their cocks at once while sucking on the third.

She could tell that poor Mishima would be a quick shot when she felt him tense after only being between her lips for a few seconds. She switched to sucking off the boy with the dye-job next, giving Mishima only the lightest bit of attention to keep him from exploding. A young man's pride was a fragile thing and she didn't want to shatter it like that. However, it wasn't that long before Ryuji was ready to blow too. "Masters? Is this your first time receiving the deluxe service?" she asked in her chirpy Becky voice as she switched to favouring the transfer student with her well-honed oral technique, her tongue swirling dextrously around his head as she sucked on it.

"I mean, yeah I've totally done this with... Lots of girls," Ryuji bragged. "Dozens!"

That was a yes then.

"Yes, ma'am," Mishima answered more honestly.

She looked up at Ren, still with his cock in her mouth but he just looked back at her with a smile and shook his head. So he had a little experience.

"Okay! Well then, please hold on for me! I want to get your cocks all nice and cleaned out all at once okay?" she requested cheerfully, leaving her mouth empty just long enough to say the words before diving down on her student's cock until she could feel it poking at the entrance to her throat. Even with a little experience she knew he wouldn't be able to hold out for long if she gave it her all.

And sure enough, he wasn't. Only a couple of minutes later she felt him tense up. Her cheek twitched into what would be a smirk if her mouth wasn't full. She continued to slurp on his cock as her hands pumped the other boys all the faster, coaxing them to finish. "Mmm!" she groaned as she felt Ren's warm spunk spray into her mouth, swallowing it down like it was a pleasant treat. Seconds later she felt more as she let the other boys unload their warm seed into her hair and the top of her bust left open by her fetish costume. She pulled away, letting the three boys see the mess they had made of her, her cum-soaked chest heaving from her exertions. "Oh my!" she breathed, "You all had so much backed up! I'm happy I could serve you and give you such a thorough cleaning!" she play-acted, hoping the performance would mean, "Will that be all, Masters?"

"Y–" Ryuji was about to say until Ren's palm slapped over his mouth.

"What Ryuji means to say is, we have your services for an hour, don't we?"

The teacher slash prostitute gave him yet another unimpressed look. "Smartass."

"What was that, Becky?"

Kawakami sighed. Returning to her feet again, she quickly stripped off her fetishwear, putting her body on display as she swiped a finger over the cum coating her tits and sucked on it. "Mm! I was just saying that Becky would love to service her masters more! She wants to make sure she gets every drop of that icky gunk out of their cocks! No matter what it takes!"

Ryuji's eyes dropped to take one look at his teacher's pussy. "Dibs."

"Dibs? What dibs? Dibs on what?" Mishima asked.

"Dibs on her pussy," Ryuji explained like it was obvious.

"Aww, come on, that's not fair!"

"Mishima, he's paying, don't be greedy." Ren smirked. "Also dibs on her ass."

"Aww, darn it! Fine," Mishima groaned.

"There's an extra charge for–" Kawakami started to warn the bespectacled student.

"I'll pay it."

And so Ryuji ended up on his back, his teacher riding his cock as he enjoyed the slick wetness of her pussy. Ren behind her, his cock sawing inside her hot, tight asshole as he got two good handfuls of her tits, gently massaging them with dexterous fingers. All while Mishima stood in front of her, trying to stay on his feet while she tried to suck his soul out through his cock.

"Ghh, I've always wanted to try this!" Ren groaned, feeling her ass cling to his cock, squeezing down on him trying to expel the foreign invader. "So tight, it's amazing!"

"She's pretty amazing here too!" Ryuji agreed, "It's actually, nnh, it's kind of nice to have you teaching me this too, Miss Kawakami!"

"Oh, f-fuck!" Mishima groaned as he spilled his seed down the teacher's throat. He sagged and dropped, trying to gather himself for a second. "I-I think I'm done, guys. This is all too much for me."

"Alright, bro," Ryuji called after him as the phantom thieves' PR guy clambered off of the bed. "Take care goin' home."

"Y-Yeah, see you tomorrow. Umm," before he left, he bowed his head low. "Th-thank you, Miss Kawakami!"

The teacher rolled her eyes at his acting so formally while she had two dicks inside her. Even so, she winked, "You're welcome, Master!" She kept up the act as he descended the stairs, only letting up when he was out of sight. "Gods, how long are you two gonna keep pounding me, huh?"

"At least until we make you cum again," Ren smiled, locking eyes with Ryuji as they made the effort to alternate their strokes. Filling her ass, then her pussy, then her ass, then her pussy in a near-perfect rhythm.

"F-Fuck!" Kawakami groaned as she felt the pistoning stimulation hit her in just the right way. "Do you practice this or something?"

"Nah, we're just bros," Ryuji answered as if it was no big deal, raising a palm for a high five that Ren quickly reciprocated.

"Fffucking! Nnnrgh!" she groaned out, her core tightening, the walls of her pussy and asshole spasming as she quickly rose to and tripped over her peak. "Gh-hnnn!" Her upper body collapsed on top of Ryuji as he groaned out his own release that her pussy milked from him. Her new posture gave Ren a perfect angle to really hammer into her ass in a frenzy, pushing himself headlong into his own climax. Kawakami felt dazed as she realised, as she felt every one of her orifices coated in one of her students' hot, sticky cum. Ren's oozed out of her strained and twitching asshole as he pulled out, mixing with his friend's as Kawakami unsteadily climbed off of him, letting Ryuji's softening cock slip out of her. She could feel the sticky mess they had made of her both between her legs and on her tits, to say nothing of the bellyful Ren and Mishima had fed her.

The contract had been sealed, if not quite in the same way. In truth, from that point on the relationship between Ren and Kawakami wasn't all that different to what it had been before. Only instead of the pretence of actually being a maid, she would come over to service him as part of her real job. That was, until he realised how badly she was doing and instead ended up taking care of her as she grew increasingly sick.

That was one relationship changed by this new world's norms. But it wasn't the only one.

And as the memories flooded in, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty about what happened with his wannabe supermodel friend.