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Yep, there's nothing like some good old-fashioned ultra-violence to cheer a girl up. Sierra wholly believes this as she strolls back home, whistling merrily beneath her mask.

Her cheery demeanor's belied by the fact that her claws are dripping with black demon ichor, the remnants of the countless imps she's just turbo-blended in an orgy of violence and blood. The black fluids stained her remnant even, sloughed onto her jacket, and flecked onto her shirt and skin.

… It's kind of disgusting. Bathing in the blood of your enemies tends to be like that. It's a good thing Sierra's a Magical Girl, and all Magical Girls have an easy way to get out of icky stained clothing.

Sierra closes her eyes and flares her mana. A flash of light envelops her form as she transforms, her raiment flicking away into magical subspace, to be replaced by her cheap civilian clothes. Of course, anything that's stained her precious Magical Girl uniform's also been wicked away by the transformation...

"Agh, it smells," Sierra moans.

Indeed, the smell of blood continues to fill the air. It's gotten worse after Sierra changed back; the light and heat that enveloped her form seemed to have… Vaporized the demon blood covering her raiment. The coppery-iron scent's taken on a distinctly scorched undertone as the unpleasant scents waft into Sierra's nostrils.

"Ugh, this stink's going to get into my clothes, damn it… Ugh, whatever," Sierra mumbles as she fumbles with the doorknob leading to her little apartment in the underbelly of Terminus City.

Sierra's about to change her clothes into something more appropriate for the evening anyways; a little stink's not going to hurt her too much. She'll have to keep on her schedule, though, god, as it is right now, there's not much time before she has to-

"Oh, you're back. Welcome home, dearie~!"

"Mmph!"

Sierra's met at the door by her mother, Julia. Specifically by Sierra's mother glomping Sierra to her chest, and hugging her tightly. Sierra lets out a mumbled breath into her mother's warm, sweater-clad cleavage as her mother continues to hug her, patting her back, cooing wordlessly into her ear. The burnt demon's blood stank in Sierra's nose is replaced by the comforting, almost milky smell of her mother's skin. It's a soothing smell, a calming motherly scent, and…

"Mom, gerroff me!" Sierra mutters into her mother's pillow-soft cleavage, and reluctantly Julia Kennedy unwinds herself from her daughter's form.

"Oh, but I'm just so happy to see you again, dear~!" Julia giggles, causing Sierra's eyebrow to twitch.

"Mom we saw each other, like, eight hours ago; come on," Sierra replies gruffly, maintaining her irritable facade. It's the persona she's decided to put on the outside world, and by god, Sierra's determined to stick to that. Better to act prickly than to have your heart broken – er.

Sierra doesn't care about having her heart broken! Sierra's a badass who doesn't need to be comforted by her mother! Even if her mom does smell nice, and her hugs are warm, and ooh, did she bake that apple pie Sierra loves so much, just what is that smell-

"I see my daughter's as grumpy as ever. Are you just going to go upstairs again like you always do?" Julia sighs, dropping her cheery demeanor.

"… Yeah."

"Alright then. I baked pie today, I'll keep a slice warm for you, and you can tell me all about your day after that. Sound good?" Julia asks gently, her eyes warm. Kind, understanding. Sierra feels her stomach twist a little, just staring into her mother's eyes.

"… Sure. Yeah," Sierra mumbles as she stomps up the stairs and to her room.

"And don't talk so loud when you're playing your video games, okay? I can hear you talking from down here-"

"Mom!" Sierra squawks, horror creeping into her voice. Julia can't… Sierra's mother can't possibly know what she's been doing, right…? She can't possibly know about what Sierra really gets up to in her room, can she…?

"…?" Julia Kennedy tilts her head, raises an elegant eyebrow as she glances at Sierra quizzically. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No, but… I… You don't know what I've been saying, right? I soundproofed the shit out of my room, so…" Sierra licks her lips, chills rolling down her spine.

"I can't make out the words if that's what you're asking. I can still tell when you're talking though-"

"And you haven't gone into my closet, right?" Sierra demands.

"… Not after you put all those locks on your room, no. Why are you asking these questions?" Julia asks, her gentle face looking more than a little bewildered.

"No reason gotta go do… A thing. In my room. Which I'm going up to now!" Sierra stammers out, then squares her shoulders and marches up the stairs and to her room. She is not flouncing up to her room like some surly child. Sierra's just indulging in her hobby, and it just so happens to be a hobby she doesn't want anybody to know about, and… And…!

Ugh, whatever; Sierra can think about these irritating things later after she's decompressed in a few other ways.

"Goodness, girls these days," Sierra hears her mother tut under her breath as she retreats up the stairs. That's followed by the sounds of dishes clinking and a rag squeaking against porcelain as Julia Kennedy goes back to cleaning the dishes, humming a wordless melody.

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Looking on from the outside, Sierra's room would seem almost like a prison. Thick iron grates bar the windows, and the glass itself has been covered with black tape. The door's a heavy steel slab with two electronic locks, and a mechanical bolt Sierra hastily engages before trying to slam the door shut. She frowns as it hangs open for a split second.

Strange, was there a bit of resistance there? It's almost like something was keeping the door open…

Sierra decides then that she needs to change out her door's hinges. A secure door's key. It wouldn't do for anyone to snoop around and break into Sierra's room.

Why, if anyone saw the insides of Sierra's room, the insides she's gone out of her way to make sure that nobody else can see, well..

Sierra would have to fucking murder them.

Because the truth is, the inside of Sierra's room doesn't resemble a regular girl's room.

The inside of Sierra's room is, quite frankly, a massive fucking otaku hub for all things related to Magical Girls. Pink is the byword of the day. The carpet, the wallpaper, the bedspread, and the furniture are all colored in shades of girlish pink. Even Sierra's computer is cute. The case is a custom job, with a printed picture of Infinity Princess on its side.

And then there's the merch all around Sierra's room. Figurines of all the most popular Magical Girls, Steele Maxima, Infinity Princess, Luminous Libromancer and more. All lovingly placed on glass shelves lining the room. Posters of Magical Girls in frilly, feminine outfits, affecting cutesy poses, are plastered across the other two walls of Sierra's room. Full-color spreads depicting cute, pretty Magical Girls in all of their frilly glory.

Moreover, Sierra's merch collection isn't just limited to the mainstream Magical Girls. Oh no, she's gone out of her way to collect merch of the lesser known Magical Girls. Aqua Galore, Cait Cinnamon, the Red Queen…

And then there's the poster in place of pride, right above Sierra's desk. One of the greatest treasures Sierra's collected. A poster of a girl who's beyond obscure, one of the first Magical Girls from Terminus City. Predating Infinity Princess even!

Sierra stares up at her ancient, stained poster depicting a pink-haired adorable girly-girl who looks so awkward and innocent with her big pink eyes, the angelic feathered wings at her back, her pure white outfit replete with all the frills and ribbons any Magical Girl can dream of…

And Sierra sighs longingly.

Honestly, Sierra doesn't know who Shining Heart is, but she can admire the girl's style. To be so girly, so cute and adorable, and feminine…

Well, that's Sierra's most deeply-held dream.

Because here's the fundamental truth about Sierra – She is, in fact, a massive fucking simp and a huge nerd for all things girly and cute. So she wouldn't be caught dead admitting it, but the truth is? She loves Magical Girls.

She adores Magical Girls.

Specifically because all of them tend to be pretty girls wearing cute outfits. And as an avid collector of all things cute and girly and someone who aspires to be cute and girly, how could Sierra not want to collect as much Magical Girl memorabilia as she can?

But enough of all of this; Sierra's got a stream starting soon. She heads to her closet, undoing the five locks on her closet door, and flings it open, revealing its contents. Half of her closet is plain. Regular clothes, shirts, jeans, jackets.

The other half is stocked with all of the gaudy, gauzy dresses Sierra secretly enjoys from the bottom of her heart. Pink dresses with skirts that go swish if Sierra sways her hips. Ornate ballroom dresses studded with gems and embroidery. Elaborate clothes fit for any pretty princess – All the princess outfits Sierra could ever want.

And it just so happens that these are the outfits Sierra wears when she streams on Magiket.tv, three nights a week.

Because this is the other secret Sierra's been keeping. That she is, in fact, a Vtuber. Specifically, the elegant, classy Vtuber known as Lady Isolde, the calm, collected royal princess who holds court three nights a week.

A fact that becomes blatantly evident as Sierra undresses and starts putting her streaming outfit on – an outfit that makes her look exactly like her rendered character model. Rather, the character model she uses to stream was actually modeled after her in this outfit.

Sierra's punk aesthetic vanishes as she dons an ornate dress of virginal white, decorated with pink frills and ribbons. She slides a tiara into her long pink locks, pinning an ornate ribboned hair decoration into her hair.

Finally, Sierra takes a moment to look at herself in the mirror after dressing.

Sierra purses her lips at the sight of her reflection. She bares her teeth, scowls, then runs through a few more facial expressions and ends by batting her eyelashes, winking cutely, and smiling.

The effect is devastating. Sierra feels herself blush at the sight of her reflection. Unconsciously, she reaches out, her frilled sleeve rustling as she touches her fingertips to the mirrored glass.

It's the finer things in life that truly bring Sierra bliss. Sure, her streaming outfit's just a bitch and a half to put on. And there's absolutely nobody who'd see Sierra wearing this outfit in real life because Sierra's gone out of her way to keep this aspect of her life secret. It'd absolutely ruin her image if anyone caught her like this.

But it's a heady feeling, wearing an outfit this cute. And looking this adorable, and dare Sierra say noble? Looking at her reflection, why, Sierra feels like the pretty little princess she'd always wanted to be, growing up in the seedy underbelly of Terminus City.

And it's even headier knowing that Sierra looks exactly like her vtuber persona does. The epitome of the girly girl, a paragon of femininity…

Sierra now bites her lip, secretly relishing how her reflection mirrors her actions. Even silent contemplation looks cute on Sierra when she's dolled herself up like this…

"Maybe one photo?" Sierra asks herself, relishing in the way her reflection's lips move. Kyah~! She'll need to apply some lipstick, and maybe a bit of blush but still…! So cute~!

"Is it worth taking a selfie before I start streaming? Nah, but what if someone else saw that…? But I really want to do it, but…" Sierra mumbles.

It's true. A part of Sierra's been dying to take photos of herself wearing these outfits for a long while. The only thing that's stopping her is the idea of someone else seeing those photos. It'd be blackmail of the highest degree if someone else knew that Sierra liked all of this. Sierra might actually die of embarrassment if someone else found out.

But…

Who'd see the photos, anyways? Who'd even know Sierra was taking photos? It's not like someone else followed her into this room...

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Too bad, Sierra! Alice followed you home! She's in your room! She's watched you dress yourself, she's watching you stare at your own reflection, and she's listening to your mumbling!

And really, Alice isn't sure what she should be feeling right now. Should she get mad at you for having a poster of her HATED former identity in your room (Seriously, how the shit did Sierra even get that?) Should Alice praise Sierra for simping over cute, adorable Magical Girls like Alice does all the time?

Phew! It really is hard being Alice, isn't it? Being confronted with a myriad of choices? Fortunately for Alice, she's got some help here!

So, it's up to you, the voter, to figure out how to really go about corrupting this punk girl who actually wants to be the prettiest princess. The prettiest and cutest of them all.