Establish a permanent topless decree for all female servants, both within the mansion and in public with perception filter protection but rather then make it everyday have the accountant drones and the cybersecurity collective set up a digital randomizer to decide in the morning if the day is going to be topless or not, Tina agrees saying the randomness would make it more fun and you reply with that is why you made it random you tell the accountant drones to set the odds so that it is guaranteed for twice a week minimum
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You tap your finger thoughtfully against your chin, considering Tina's request for a permanent topless decree. The punk driver's eyes light up with anticipation, her pierced nipples catching the morning light.
"I like the idea," you announce, "but with a twist. Let's make it a randomized event rather than everyday."
Tina cocks her head. "What do you mean, Mistress?"
"Emma," you call out, and within moments the platinum-blonde primary unit of the Financial Drone Collective appears at the entrance to the hall, her three identical bodies moving in perfect synchronization.
"Yes, Mistress Powers?" they speak in unison, their ice-blue eyes focused entirely on you.
"I want you to develop a digital randomizer system that will determine each morning whether female servants spend the day topless or clothed. The perception filter will protect them in public either way."
Emma's three bodies nod simultaneously. "A fascinating application of probability theory, Mistress. What parameters would you like for the random distribution?"
"Set it so we're guaranteed at least two topless days per week," you reply. "But otherwise completely random. I want everyone wondering each morning what the day will bring."
Tina grins wickedly, running her hands over her exposed breasts. "That's fucking brilliant, Mistress. The randomness makes it more exciting, like a daily surprise."
"Exactly why I suggested it," you say with a smile. "Anticipation enhances the experience."
Emma's bodies begin calculating, their eyes occasionally flashing with data. "We can implement this immediately. I suggest involving Gabrielle and Sophia from the Cybersecurity Collective to integrate the system with the mansion's security protocols and perception filter technology."
As if summoned by their names, Gabrielle and Sophia stride into the hall, their Amazonian physiques impressive even in their tactical gear.
"We overheard," Gabrielle explains, her short blonde hair framing her serious expression. "The system can be operational within the hour."
Sophia nods, cybernetic patterns briefly flashing across her eyes. "We'll link it to everyone's personal devices. Each morning at 6:00 AM, all servants will receive notification of the day's decree."
"Perfect," you reply. "Today will be our first test. Let's make today a topless day."
With a wave of your hand, you make it official. Throughout the mansion, female servants begin removing their tops in compliance with the new decree. Veronica, still exploring her new punk aesthetic, laughs as she discards her leather crop top.
"This is fucking wild," she exclaims, examining her newly enhanced body. "Never thought I'd be happy about a titties-out policy at my age."
Nearby, Brooke adjusts to the sensation of her four massive breasts exposed to the air, milk dripping from each nipple. "It feels... liberating," she admits quietly, her Akeno Himejima features flushing with embarrassment and arousal.
Emma's three bodies bow in perfect unison. "The Randomized Topless Decree Protocol is now active, Mistress. We've set the algorithm to guarantee two topless days per week minimum, with complete randomization otherwise. Today has been manually set as topless. Shall we prepare an announcement to all collectives?"
"Yes," you reply, watching with satisfaction as your empire adapts to your latest whim.