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I stood in front of the full length mirror in the room, picking at the clothes I changed into.

A now fed Viv sat comfortably on my bed, even though she had her own on the floor.

I had unpacked and basically the room now looked lived in.

I was now wearing a tank top that stopped above my bellybutton and a pair of pajama pants, fully ready to explore this mansion.

My only issue was the amount of inked skin on my upper body being shown.

I was told by the authorities or whatever that my new family had been given every piece of information about me, all written in a file.

Obviously if they had read it they would know everything about me, including what I had been through.

So it was kind of unreasonable to be hiding all the tattoos and little scars littering my upper body, except my boobs of course.

My entire arms except my hands were inked, along with my stomach.

But my neck, face and legs were ink free.

I knew I was supposed to feel at home here considering that, well, it is my home now but I still felt really uncomfortable.

Which was understandable, I just got here anyway.

Sighing I grabbed a random oversized longsleeved shirt and put it on.

I picked up Viv and she settled herself around my shoulder, while I grabbed the map.

I took a breath and stepped out, opening random doors and visiting different corridors.

So far I had found an arcade, an indoor pool room, a room with a pool table, an indoor theatre and an indoor basketball court.

And I was still on this floor!

Apparently the mansion was five floors and even had two elevators, one for the Kings, and one for the staff.

Now I was holding Viv to my chest and looking at everything incredulously.

I was about to turn to yet another corridor when I heard some weird sounds from a door to my left.

I paused at first and strained to listen more.

I heard some groans and a weird pounding sound and a slight scream.

Oh no, was someone getting killed?!

Well obviously.. probably not.?

It could be something else though....

Maybe I should be a smart main character and ignore the word creepy sounds....

Yeah I probably should do that.....

But I want to know what's there so bad!

No! Bad Vy, just go back to your room!

After my internal debate, I had already turned to make my way back to my room to avoid trouble when I heard another small scream.

Okay, but what if someone needs help..?

Groaning, I turned around and put my hand in the door handle.

Now I was extremely curious.

I wanted to know what was inside very badly.

I took a breath, mentally preparing myself for anything.

I opened the door slowly, and what I saw made me scream.

On a messy bed in an even messier room were two girls and a guy, screwing each other.

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