Loco Musica's heels clicked against the obsidian floors of Nacht Base as she strode down the corridor, with Leberblume trailing behind her. From open windows the eternal night that shrouded the fortress cast long shadows across their path, broken only by the glow of hanging light bulbs.

The most recent meeting with Lord Enorme in planning the take down of Tres Magia was behind them and both girls were relieved to have been dismissed.

"I swear I was going to piss myself when Enorme gave me that glare. She is terrifying when she's mad." Loco shivered, her maroon hair bouncing with each step.

Leberblume smirked, her visible pink eye glinting with mischief. "Oh? And here I thought you enjoyed being the center of attention, Matama."

"There's a BIG difference between attention and torment," Loco Musica retorted, a shudder running through her curvaceous frame. "Besides, it seems like we've got some free time before the newbies arrive. Might as well see if that big TV in the new lounge gets any decent channels."

As they approached the junction leading to their private quarters, Leberblume's slender fingers wrapped around Loco's wrist. "Hold up. We should grab a few things first. I've got a feeling we might be waiting a while. Who knows how long it will be before Venalita wrangles up Baiser and her crew."

Loco's eyebrows raised, a sly grin spreading across her face. "Ooh, does Nemo have some contraband hidden away? How naughty."

Leberblume rolled her eyes, but couldn't hide the slight blush that crept across her cheeks. "Please. I just thought we might want some creature comforts. Your room or mine?"

"Hmmm…yours," Loco decided, her free hand absently toying with the tie at her neck. "It's closer, and I know you keep some good snacks hidden in there."

They made their way to Leberblume's quarters, as was the case with nearly every room, there was no door to keep them out. As they entered, Loco's eyes ran over her friend's room. From the simple bed, to the desk and table, to the bookshelf full of manga and the dresser with Leber's clothes. She looked to the beanbag chair and the small TV at the foot of the bed that her friend used to distract herself from worries of her life.

Loco looked at the room, everything here was all that Leber had to her name now. It was all that they were able to smuggle out when they had run away from home to become dark magical girls of Enormita.

She shook her head to chase away dark thoughts before they could manifest and flopped onto Leber's bed, the mattress creaking slightly under her weight. She watched as Leberblume rummaged through a drawer, eventually producing a bag of colorful candies and a couple video games.

"For entertainment," Leberblume explained, waving the games in the air. "In case the TV selection is abysmal."

Loco caught the bag of candy Leberblume tossed her way, popping a piece into her mouth with a contented hum. "You always know just what I need, Nemo."

The hooded girl scoffed. "Well, someone has to look out for you. Come on, let's go."

As they left Leberblume's room, arms laden with snacks and games, the pair made their way through the shadowy corridors towards the new lounge.

Suddenly, Leberblume froze, her visible eye widening in surprise. "Wait," she whispered, grabbing Loco's arm. "Do you see that?"

Loco followed her friend's gaze, her own teal eyes narrowing as she spotted an anomaly in the otherwise uniform hallway. Where there had once been an empty archway leading to yet another vacant room, now stood a door. It was a heavy, ornate thing, crafted from what appeared to be dark mahogany.

Doors were an anomaly in Nacht base. There were only three in the whole of the fortress; the front entrance, the throne room, and Enorme's personal quarters. To see another one was an instant source of intrigue.

"That's... new," Loco murmured, her curiosity piqued. She approached the door cautiously, running her fingers along the smooth wood. "I could've sworn this room was empty the last time we were here. Think it belongs to one of the newbies?"

Leberblume nodded, her expression a mixture of intrigue and wariness. "Must be. It wasn't us, Lord and Gigant have their own rooms."

The two girls exchanged glances, a silent conversation passing between them. The bag of candy crinkled as Loco shifted her weight, the sound unnaturally loud in the quiet hallway.

"Should we...?" Loco trailed off, her hand hovering near the ornate golden doorknob.

Leberblume bit her lip, conflict evident in her pink eye. "We probably shouldn't," she said, even as she took a step closer. "But..."

"But when has that ever stopped us?" Loco finished with a mischievous grin.

With a shared nod of agreement, Loco grasped the doorknob. She turned it slowly, half-expecting resistance, but it gave way easily with a soft click. She looked over at Leber. "Not locked."

With a light push, door swung open on silent hinges, revealing a room shrouded in shadow. A faint, sweet scent wafted out, reminiscent of night-blooming flowers and something else, something darker and more alluring. The girls peered into the gloom, their hearts racing with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

As Loco and Leberblume stepped over the threshold, low, moody lights flickered to life, bathing the room in a soft, ethereal glow. Their eyes widened in awe as the space revealed itself - a sanctuary fit for royalty or some grand courtesan, dripping with opulence and dark allure.

Deep purples and blacks dominated the color scheme, rich velvet curtains cascading from ceiling to floor, effectively blocking out any hint of the night beyond. The air was thick with the heady scent of exotic incense, mingling with the lingering aroma of jasmine.

Against one wall of the room stood a massive canopied bed, its frame crafted from polished ebony wood that gleamed in the low light. Silk sheets in shades of midnight and amethyst adorned the mattress, looking impossibly soft and inviting. Surrounding the bed was a sea of plush cushions and pillows in various sizes and textures, creating the illusion of a decadent nest.

Loco's gaze was drawn to an ornate vanity tucked in one corner, its surface littered with an array of perfume bottles, makeup, and mysterious vials, as well as a large, gilt-framed mirror that reflected the room

"This... this has to be Baiser's room," Loco whispered, her voice tinged with awe and a hint of envy.

Leberblume nodded, running her fingers along the spine of a particularly old book. "It's like something out of a gothic romance novel," she mused.

"No kidding. Look at that bed! It looks so soft. How did she get all this stuff?"

"No idea. But she certainly moves fast…" Leber's eyes landed next on a grand mahogany desk, its surface cluttered with an array of Tres Magia merchandise. her eyes widened as she recognized figurines of Magenta, Sulfur, and Azul in various poses. Glossy magazines featuring the heroic magical girls were stacked haphazardly, their covers slightly worn as if thumbed through repeatedly.

"Look at all this," Leber whispered, her fingers ghosting over a limited edition Magia Magenta keychain. "Baiser certainly is quite the fan." She couldn't help but think about the images and video's they had seen only an hour before of Baiser's various "escapades" with the Tres Magia girls.

"This is... intense," Leber breathed, her visible eye wide as she took in the room's opulence.

Loco nodded, running her hand along the spine of a leather-bound book on a nearby shelf. "It's like she's obsessed with them," she mused. She thought about the things Venalita had shown them about Baiser. "Then again… I guess she is."

"Maybe we should go. It's not good to go poking around other peoples things," Leberblume said, even as she trailed her fingers along the silken sheets of the bed.

Loco nodded, but made no move to leave. Instead, she approached a tall, ornate wardrobe, its doors slightly ajar. "Come on, just a quick peek. She obviously went into our rooms before, remember how your game system and my Limited edition Loco Musica plushy made it into the Lounge. Some turnabout is fair" she countered, reaching for the handle.

As Loco pulled open the wardrobe doors, a soft gasp escaped her lips. Inside, hanging neatly on padded hangers, was an array of outfits that ranged from elegant to downright scandalous. Sheer negligees in jewel tones, corsets adorned with intricate lace, and bodysuits that left little to the imagination filled the space.

"Oh my," Loco breathed, her fingers trailing over a particularly daring piece of crimson silk. "This is... quite the collection."

Leber peered over her friend's shoulder, her visible eye widening at the sight. "It's like a high-end lingerie store in here," she murmured, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks.

Their attention was drawn to a set of drawers at the bottom of the wardrobe. Exchanging a glance of mingled curiosity and trepidation, Loco slowly pulled open the topmost drawer. Inside, nestled in velvet-lined compartments, lay an assortment of toys that made both girls' jaws drop.

"Are those...?" Loco trailed off, her teal eyes wide as saucers.

Leberblume nodded, her blush deepening. "Yep. Definitely dildos. And... other things."

The drawer contained a veritable rainbow of pleasure devices, from sleek vibrators to more anatomically accurate models. Some gleamed with metallic finishes, while others boasted soft, skin-like textures. Tucked alongside were bottles of lubricant and cleaning supplies, all neatly arranged.

Loco carefully slid that drawer closed and opened the next, revealing an array of impact toys that made her breath catch. Paddles of various shapes and sizes lay beside floggers with leather tails and riding crops topped with heart-shaped tips. A collection of canes, ranging from flexible rattan to rigid acrylic, completed the assortment.

"Wow," Leber whispered, her voice a mixture of awe and nervousness. "Baiser doesn't mess around, does she?"

The third drawer held an impressive collection of restraints. Silk ropes in a rainbow of colors were coiled neatly beside leather cuffs lined with soft fur. Heavy steel manacles clinked softly as the drawer opened, and an assortment of chains in varying lengths and thicknesses glinted in the low light. Several collars, from delicate day collars to more substantial pieces adorned with D-rings and spikes, completed the collection.

By now Loco's face was flushed cherry red as she slammed the doors to the wardrobe closed. "I-I know she is a succubus as all, but…that is just so much."

As Loco hastily shut the wardrobe doors, a small slip of paper fluttered to the ground, landing silently on the plush carpet. Leberblume bent to retrieve it, her turquoise hair falling forward to obscure her face. As she straightened, her visible eye scanned the elegant script that danced across the page.

"It's... it's from Venalita," she murmured, holding the note out for Loco to see.

Loco leaned in, her teal eyes widening as she read:

"Dear Baiser,

I do hope you find your new accommodations to your liking. I've taken great care to ensure every detail meets your... unique tastes. I also took the liberty to bring some of your collection to make it feel more homely for you. The wardrobe has been stocked with a selection I think you'll find most intriguing. Do let me know if there's anything else you require to make your stay more… pleasurable.

Venalita

P.S. The sheets are silk. Enjoy."

Loco's face flushed an even deeper shade of red, her fingers clenching into fists at her sides. "Are you kidding me?" she hissed, her voice a mixture of indignation and envy. "Little Miss Succubus waltzes in here and gets all... this?" She gestured wildly at the opulent room around them.

Leber raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "Jealous, Matama?"

"You're goddamn right I am!" Loco exclaimed, stomping her foot for emphasis. "We've been here for months, and my room is barely bigger than a closet. Where's MY silk sheets and fancy wardrobe full of sexy lingerie?"

She stalked over to the bed, running her hand along the impossibly soft duvet. "And this mattress! I bet it feels like sleeping on a cloud. Meanwhile, I'm tossing and turning on a crummy second hand bed."

Leberblume chuckled softly, tucking the note into her pocket. "Maybe if you asked nicely, Venalita would upgrade your room too."

Loco scoffed, flopping dramatically onto the bed. She sank into the plush surface with a soft 'oof', her maroon hair fanning out around her like a halo. "As if. You know how Venalita is. She'd probably just laugh and tell me to earn it."

She rolled onto her side, propping her head up on one hand as she fixed Leberblume with a determined stare. "No, I'm going straight to the top. I'm going to march right up to Lord Enorme and demand an upgrade."

Leber's visible eye widened in alarm. "Are you insane? You can't just march up to Lord Enorme and demand anything. She'd flay you alive!"

Loco pouted, her lower lip jutting out petulantly. "But it's not fair! Why should Baiser get special treatment when we've been loyal members for so long?"

Leberblume sighed, her shoulders slumping as she gazed around the lavish room. The soft light cast moody shadows across the velvet drapes, creating an atmosphere of warm sensuality that only served to heighten her sense of injustice. She ran her fingers along the ornate carving of a nearby bedpost, feeling the intricate swirls and flourishes beneath her touch.

"You're right," she grumbled, her pink eye narrowing. "It's not fair at all. We've been here, putting up with Lord Enorme's moods and giving up so much, and what do we have to show for it? Spartan rooms and secondhand furniture. We even ran away from home and school for this."

With a dramatic sigh, Leberblume flopped onto the bed beside Loco, sinking into the cloud-soft mattress. The silk sheets whispered against her skin, cool and smooth as water. She stretched out, feeling the tension in her muscles melt away as she nestled into the plush comfort.

"Oh wow," she breathed, her eyes widening. "That is amazing. It's like lying on a marshmallow wrapped in a dream."

Loco nodded emphatically, her maroon hair splaying out across the amethyst pillowcase. "Right? It's ridiculous how comfortable this is. And look at that chandelier!" She pointed up at the ceiling, where an intricate crystal fixture hung, its facets catching and refracting the soft light into a thousand tiny rainbows.

"You know what?" Leberblume said suddenly, propping herself up on one elbow. "We should corner Venalita the next time we see her. Give her a piece of our minds about this blatant favoritism."

Loco's eyes lit up, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Oh, I like the way you think, Nemo. But how do we keep her from just portaling away? You know how slippery that little mascot can be."

Leberblume's visible eye glinted with determination. "Leave that to me. I could use my shadow manipulation to keep her pinned down. She won't be able to escape if I trap her shadow."

"Ooh, devious," Loco purred, sitting up and clapping her hands together. "I can already picture her face when she realizes she can't get away. We'll give her such an earful, she'll have no choice but to upgrade our rooms too!"

Loco's eyes sparkled with excitement as she envisioned their plan coming to fruition. "And once we've got her cornered, we'll demand everything Baiser has. The silk sheets, the fancy furniture, the-" she paused, a slight blush creeping across her cheeks as she glanced toward the wardrobe. "Well, maybe not *everything*."

Leber chuckled, her visible eye crinkling with amusement. She smirked to her busty friend and poked her. "What's the matter, Matama? Not interested in Venalita picking out some 'intriguing selections' for your wardrobe?"

"Shut up," Loco grumbled, swatting playfully at her friend. "You know what I mean. I just want a room that doesn't feel like a prison cell."

Leberblume nodded in understanding, her visible eye softening as she gazed at her friend. "I know exactly what you mean," she murmured, her fingers absently tracing patterns on the silken sheets. "A real bed would be nice. One that doesn't creak every time I roll over, with a mattress that actually supports my back."

She sighed wistfully, her mind wandering to the possibilities. "And a decent TV, not that tiny thing I've got now. Something big enough to actually see the details in games, you know? With crisp, clear colors that make you feel like you're right there in the action."

Leberblume's eye lit up with excitement. "And new releases! We could actually play games when they come out, instead of waiting months for them to show up in the bargain bin. God I would do anything for some new games."

Loco nodded enthusiastically. "Oh, and a mini-fridge! Stocked with all our favorite snacks and drinks. No more sneaking around in the middle of the night to scrounge when you're in the middle of a gaming marathon."

They fell into a comfortable silence, each lost in their own visions of the perfect room. The air around them seemed to thicken with possibility, charged with the energy of their shared dreams. For a moment, it was almost possible to believe that they could have it all - comfort, luxury, a space that was truly their own within the cold, dark halls of Nacht Base.

After a time, Leberblume sat up, the silk sheets whispering against her skin as she moved. She reached for her bag of candy, the colorful wrappers crinkling softly in the hushed atmosphere of the room. The low, ambient light caught the edges of the sweets, making them glimmer like precious gems.

"We should probably get a move on," she murmured, her voice tinged with reluctance. "The lounge awaits, and who knows when Baiser and her crew will arrive."

Loco let out a dramatic groan, burrowing deeper into the plush mattress. Her maroon hair fanned out across the amethyst pillowcase, creating a striking contrast that seemed almost artful in its disarray. "Do we have to?" she whined, her teal eyes pleading as she gazed up at Leberblume. "This bed is like a cloud made of dreams. I'm not sure my legs even remember how to function anymore."

Leber rolled her visible eye, but couldn't suppress the fond smile that tugged at her lips. "Come on, you big baby. Up and at 'em."

Loco's lower lip jutted out in an exaggerated pout, her curvaceous form sinking even deeper into the mattress as if in defiance. "Noooo," she moaned, stretching the word out dramatically. "I can't. I'm stuck. The bed has claimed me as its own. I live here now."

She extended a hand toward Leber, wiggling her fingers imperiously. "If you want me to move, you'll have to help me up. It's your duty as my best friend and fellow sufferer of subpar accommodations."

Leber let out an exasperated sigh, but there was no real annoyance behind it. She grasped Loco's hand, marveling for a moment at how soft and warm it felt on her own. With a playful smirk, she gave a sharp tug, using perhaps a bit more strength than was strictly necessary.

Loco yelped as she was yanked upright, nearly colliding with Leberblume in the process. Their faces ended up mere inches apart, close enough that Leber could count the individual lashes framing Loco's wide, startled eyes. For a heartbeat, time seemed to stand still, the air between them charged with an electricity that neither girl quite understood.

Then Loco giggled, breaking the spell. "My hero," she teased, her breath warm against Leber's cheek. "Rescuing me from the clutches of the evil, comfortable bed."

Leberblume cleared her throat, taking a step back as she tried to ignore the sudden flutter in her chest. "Yes, well, someone has to look out for you," she quipped, her voice only slightly unsteady.

Loco rolled her eyes playfully as she stood up, smoothing out the wrinkles in her skirt. "My knight in shining armor," she teased, giving a mock curtsy.

Leber felt her cheeks warm slightly at Loco's antics. She busied herself gathering up their snacks and games, hoping her friend wouldn't notice her flustered state. "Come on, you idiot. We should get out of here before someone catches us snooping."

As they made their way to the door, Loco cast one last longing look at the opulent room. "We're definitely coming back here later," she declared. "I want to try on some of those fancy outfits in the wardrobe."

Leber raised an eyebrow. "And risk Baiser catching you in her clothes? I don't think so."

"Spoilsport," Loco pouted, but followed her friend out into the hallway.