Surviving the Apocalypse with my Multiplier System

"Can you be a doll and slowly turn around for me?" the female leader asked.

Rayne did as she was asked and slowly turned to face the shower head.

"Simply stunning! Large breasts and a round butt! You, my dear, will be treated like a queen!"

The leader's enthusiasm only grew more with every glance. Rayne only prayed that she would move on quickly and leave her alone.

She could see that most of the other girls now looked at her with jealousy and even hatred. The more she was complimented, the more the others began to feel jealous.

After what felt like an eternity, the leader was finally satisfied with her inspection of Rayne and moved on to the next person.

The next girl was about Rayne's age, maybe a year or two older, and was also a pretty blonde. The shower helped unmask her pretty facial features, making her one of the prettiest ones in the group.

"Tamara, right?" asked the leader, nodding.

"Yes, ma'am," she answered softly.

Unlike Rayne and the others, she stood straight up with her head held high, making it seem like she was at an audition for a modeling event.

"You have good proportions, and your skin hasn't been too damaged. We can fix that," the leader commented while taking notes.

Tamara frowned slightly, but then turned around on her own initiative, showing off her larger than average ass.

Instead of hoping to hear some praise, the instructor simply nodded her head.

While her curves were indeed sexier than the average person, compared to Rayne, she was lacking.

Understanding that her moment of glory was snuffed by Rayne, she turned her head to angrily glare at her. The more she looked at her, the angrier she became.

Rayne immediately felt the hostility from Tamara and sighed.

Why do some females become so sensitive to the wrong thing? We're being held captive here, yet she's feeling jealous of my appearance!

She turned her attention away from Tamara and the leader and walked over to the small bench to dry herself with a towel.

Most of the other girls turned their heads with jealousy, even gossiping about her.

Only the older girl came over and looked at her with sympathy. "They don't know right from wrong. Being exceptionally beautiful only paints a larger target on your back," she said calmly.

Rayne looked up at her and nodded, "Their comments don't bother me. But it's like you said, we're not here to compete in a beauty pageant. We're only here to be used by those at the top."

She nodded, "I'm Helmi. What's your name?"

"I'm Rayne, nice to meet you," smiled Rayne. She could tell that Helmi was one of the few, if not only, girls here who knew that danger they were in.

"Let's try to stick together, Rayne. I feel like our time here isn't going to be as wonderful as the instructor makes it out to be," she said calmly.

Rayne answered with a smile, nodding her head. Just as they were finished speaking, the leader finished taking notes on the last of the girls.

"Okay, everyone, grab a towel. We're going to provide you with a new set of clothing," she announced and led them all to the next room.

Rayne did her best to cover herself with the small towel as they walked through the hallway. She wasn't sure if all of the staff here were women, but she didn't want to walk around naked if she could help it.

When they made it back to the pink room, the leader smiled. "Wait one moment, I'll step out and bring you your clothing."

Rayne was standing by the door when she left the room and heard the click of the lock. "I'm not surprised that they would lock us in here. This place is a prison cell."

Helmi nodded, "It is. Looks like there's no easy way out."

The other girls gathered by the large mirror that was behind the beds, chatting while looking at their reflection.

Rayne looked at it and immediately felt like something was off. It was strange for a bedroom to have such a large, window-like mirror.

"Helmi, I'm almost certain that's a one-way mirror. They must be watching us from the other side," she said quietly.

Helmi's eyes widened as she did her best to adjust the small towel around her body.

"Who knows what those sick bastards are doing on the other side of that mirror! For all we know, we could be on display in front of hundreds of people right now!"

Rayne frowned at the thought. While she was certain that they were being watched, she hoped it wasn't as bad as Helmi suggested.

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A few minutes later, the female leader came back with a big bag. "Gather around, my sirens, you're in luck! I was able to bring a number of different outfits so that you can choose what you like best!"

Rayne and the others gathered around the woman, waiting to see what was inside the bag. She didn't keep them waiting long and dumped the contents of the bag onto the bed in front of her.

Rayne froze, realizing what the choice of clothing was.

On the bed in front of them was a big pile of lingerie of every size and shape. All of them were very revealing and only managed to cover the most important parts.

"These are our clothes?" asked Helmi in a dumbfounded tone.

The leader turned to her and smiled, "Why yes, sweetie. We gotta get you used to wearing such gorgeous clothes!"

Noticing that no one picked anything up, she shrugged her shoulders, "You're more than welcome to stay naked, if that's what you prefer."

Hearing her words, Rayne glanced at the mirror. If the choice were between wearing this revealing lingerie or being naked, she would wear it. A little clothing was better than none.

She quickly began to dig through the pile, looking for the piece that covered the most.

"What are you doing? You're not actually going to wear that, are you?" asked Helmi.

Rayne continued to dig through the pile, "If not, then what? Would you rather remain naked?"

Rayne's response left Helmi speechless. It didn't take her long to make up her choice, and she quickly stepped forward to join Rayne in searching through the pile.