The scheming witch

In an ominous mansion deep within the woods of Massachusetts, an old woman in witch attire slowly set down an old telephone before turning to glare at the beautiful woman with short red hair before her. "Agatha, did you know about all this?"

The red-haired woman shrugged. "Nope. Just found out the Kirikawa link between Zinnina when I saw the stream. Of course, I was quick to react and mobilize our forces to head out."

A woman with short blue hair and heterochromia slapped Agatha across the face. "You're sending MY daughters out! They even took Kristalo too! If you want to scheme, wager your own damn children!"

"I did send Lynessa. Ah, but I kept Sabrina here just in case-"

Slap!

The old woman let out a heavy sigh. This was the infamous centuries old witch and matriarch of the Broadstone family, Mother Salem. Born Selma Broadstone, Mother Salem had grown up in Salem Massachusetts during the late 1600s. Hardened by the frequent witch hunts of the era, she picked up a knack for politics in order to survive, eventually leading to her founding the Broadstone family. Having built up the Broadstone family to become one of great influence in the American political sphere, many naturally sought to curry favor with her. As such, the big loyalty litmus test Mother Salem favored was marriage into the family. Her preference was for women to marry in as men born into the Broadstone family were essentially raised as tools to pass down Broadstone genes to those Mother Salem deemed worthy of bringing into the family. As such, Broadstone men often grew up to become soulless, emotionless robots. Men could marry into the Broadstone family, but they faced far more hurdles compared to their female counterparts as Broadstone women were highly revered by Mother Salem. Regardless of sex, all that married into the family were required to bare at least one daughter with their Broadstone partner, and have said daughter be raised primarily within the family.

As for the family itself, it was rife with internal strife spurred by none other than Mother Salem's second-born daughter, Agatha. This ambitious woman was always seeking to usurp Mother Salem's power and become family matriarch, having done many deeds behind her back to try and make said reality achievable. Yet thus far, nothing had come to fruition. The only progress she had was that in an event where Mother Salem abdicated or passed, her older sister, the blue-haired woman, Elenora, had officially declared that she'd refuse to assume the role of matriarch, passing it down to the next-in-line Agatha. That all being said, Agatha had no qualms with dragging and implicating Elenora in her schemes.

"Ah, if you want me to put on blush, just ask," Agatha pouted as she massaged her sore cheek.

"I meant to slap you. Now where in Japan did you send everyone to?" Elenora glared.

"Uh... No specific area?"

"AGATHA! I know you know!"

"Maybe I do... But... I need to jog my memory with a jog, so... BYE!"

And with a puff of smoke, Agatha was gone.

...

As the sun began to rise in Yokohama on the morning of August 24th, two young women and a hairless young man stared at manga shop opening up for the day.

"Why are you staring at that place?" a woman with long dark turquoise hair scowled.

"Cuz this is the shit Zin's into, duh," a woman with shoulder-length multi-colored hair smirked as she strolled inside.

The turquoise-haired woman reluctantly followed in along with the young man and cringed in disgust at the novel her companion had picked up. "T- That girl's just flat out naked! And they're advertising this out in the open!?"

"Yeah, let's see... It's called a doujinshi. Damn, this guy really knows how to draw some tits. Oh, I think I'm-"

"ENOUGH! I know this is required, but even Mother Salem has her limits!" the turquoise-haired woman fumed as she snatched the doujin away.

"Empathy. Look, I know the Misericordia party the fam supports always preaches about "compassion", but I say a good ole pinch of empathy goes a long ways in getting you what you want. And empathy is my whole gig. Now, let's lure us a Zin," the woman with multi-colored hair grinned.

...

In her room, Carol frowned as she stared at the notices she received regarding her recent stream. "Copyright claims filed from a bunch of random accounts, nothing of credence so the video stays up. I'd dread to live in a world where Ewetube doesn't have anti copyright system abuse policies. Milfmilk really was on top of things when she created this site, but if three claims came in one after another, this was probably a targeted attempt to take down the video... Jijiji said the video was fine to keep up, so that means that unless it's just a troll, it's aunt Fianna... Is she going to try and hurt me again?" 

Her thoughts were interrupted by an incoming text from Iori. 

"Hey! 69Scatslut6966 just issued a huge challenge with one million dollars on the line! Wanna grab Mimo-chan and head to Yokohama?"

A grin formed on Carol's face as she began typing back. "Scatslut? She's always giving big bucks in the superchats. What's the challenge?" 

"Come over and I'll show ya."

Carol nodded and got dressed before hoping down into the secret tunnel.