The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 2, Babs & Janet: Tiffany Calendar & Dining Room Pictures, Day 1, Section 7, Babs Feels Presence of Game Mistress: Uneasiness. ¶ Game Mistress, the highest rank of the Gamers, has purpose in her decorating choices and housewarming presents. A GM, be they Game Mistress or Game Master often exerts for.ce from a distance. Game Mistress might not be present when Babs arrives to encounter her offerings, but GM pleases herself helping Boss Babe earn her status. ¶ Babs considers Janet’s suggestion that the source of the four Dining Room Pictures and the Tiffany Porn Star Calendar might not be their immediate superior, House Mom el Capitan, a.k.a. MomCap. The el Capitan half of MomCap manages House Monitors. {Janet and myself included, and thus, indirectly our Pledge.} The House Mom half of MomCap manages the Strippers who dance at the Nugget. {This means MomCap now choreographs Penny and Coco.} Babs rubs her chin and tables this thought. ¶ Babs follows Janet’s alternate hypothesis. {Might the Caste of Gamers superior to MomCap be the source of these unwelcome intrusions into my House?} BB wonders about these Madams and Pimps. {But why would they want to spook me? I’m not even sure who they are, except for Madam Nurse Beautician, and I only know that because I washed feet and painted toenails in her Beauty Salon last Term. Trained me when I first pledged.} ¶ Which returns Babs thoughts to Janet’s theory. {Janet thinks Game Mistress is the Interior Decorator. But why are either of us, really, important enough for a GM to bother with?} ¶ And Babs remembers why the Parlor feels familiar. {I was here once before, and it wasn’t just earlier today. I saw the boots of Game Mistress in this very Parlor, kissed them actually, when I had pledged allegiance to the Cosmos House} ¶ Babs had never seen the upper part of the Room… or the upper parts of Game Mistress. {I was on my hands and knees and kept my eyes on the floor.} ¶ “Pledge, go prograde yourself!” Game Mistress had blessed her, “and may Kundalini allow your soul to burst with joy and sacrifice.” ¶ Babs hadn’t been sure what that all meant, but now she scans the room and speaks softly, “And now I need to find out.” ¶ Wise Gamers ask permission before lifting their eyes to feast on GM’s attire. But Babs knows the legend, “Above the boots Game Mistress is a dark-skinned woman of command and presence who wears a full black bodysuit with deep cleavage and many zippers. Zippers around her nipples, her navel, and straight down to her private parts.” ¶ Babs had wisely never even opened her mouth or raised her eyes. She never saw the gloves, or any other of GM’s five pieces. BB distrusts legends, envies GM’s confidence of power and Caste, and correctly fears her. Legend has it, “Game Mistress owns a Slavesex who maintains her privates and stainless. Shaves her services her, dri.nks her piss fresh.” ¶ China Doll. ¶ Babs shakes off the image. {That’s the part I don’t believe. Maybe Cosmos who lose and Opt Down become Strippers. And maybe Strippers who Opt Down get turned into Whores. And maybe Whores who want to sacrifice everything beg to become the Slavesex, that most submissive of Castes in the Game. But if GM really owns a Slavesex—mind, body, and soul—then why would she even remotely care about trying to torment Janet and me with our Pictures?} ¶ Maybe everybody’s important. ¶ Babs walks back into the Dining Room and again considers the inverted T of the four Dining Room Pictures. The Ups and Down from a Mudwrestling Contest haunt her; she glances at the slightly more revealed Bikini Babe hanging on the wall above Janet’s Spider, pauses, considers, and speaks to Janet’s image. “We need to keep our Houses non-confrontational. If that’s even possible.” ¶ Babs drifts her eyes back down to the twosome she helped turn into Baseboard Strippers. Penny and Coco. She cringes as she looks at how their breasts hang to their sides, how their mouths lolly open. She avoids their eyes, avoids probing to discover what might be seen inside their opened, shaven sex lips. ¶ The four Dining Room Pictures help Babs remember. {Not all Pledge last Term ended up Monitoring while wearing skimpy, revealing bikinis. Barely legal plus or minus. So I need to appreciate my success and good fortune; I am in a far better position than Stripping the bump and grind in a titty bar this Term.} ¶ One of BB’s eyes tick. She retreats from the winners and losers of the Mudwrestling Contest. She turns away, yet concludes, {I must acknowledge that their defeat, coupled with my tease and sacrifice, put me on the only path up. There may be no other way up for me.} ¶ Boss Babe centers herself and marches through the door that leads back into the Kitchen. {Right now I must take charge, no matter how much of my skin and soul I expose.} On a whim, Boss Babe crosses the Kitchen and tries the two doors next to the pantry. They don’t open. ¶ She