Meet with your inner circle to discuss status on existing plans and for options moving forward Victoria mentions those four that you primed today were the businesses in the city you tell her to transform them when she see fit but since they are categorized as slaves you don't care about them. someone mentions the next step should be about politics you agree but tell Victoria that the long term plan for her business is to fix the economy so that a single person working minimum wage can buy a house own two cars, and provide for a spouse and at least two kids
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You settle into the oversized chair at the head of the conference table, your seven-and-a-half-foot form commanding the space effortlessly. Around the polished obsidian table, your inner circle has assembled: Victoria with her platinum blonde hair cascading over her midnight blue business dress, Maxine in her nearly transparent lab coat, Commander Athena in her tactical gear that barely contains her Amazonian curves, and Marion in her dominatrix lawyer outfit of tight leather and latex.
"Let's discuss our progress," you announce, crossing your long legs beneath the table. "Victoria, update me on those four executives we primed today."
Victoria's crimson lips curve into a predatory smile as she opens her tablet. "Natalie Reynolds of Rosewood Financial has already called three times. Marcus Chen's assistant reports he's been distracted all afternoon. Sarah Blackwell canceled her evening plans to 'prepare for our meeting,' and Daniel Montgomery sent flowers to my office."
"Transform them when you see fit," you instruct with a dismissive wave. "Since they're categorized as slaves, I don't particularly care about their personal details."
"As you wish, Mistress," Victoria purrs, making notes on her tablet. "I've prepared acquisition documents for all four companies. We can execute the transformations during the signing ceremonies."
Commander Athena leans forward, her massive breasts straining against her tactical top. "Mistress, our security infrastructure is complete. The mansion is now the most secure private residence in the country, and we've established protocols for expanding our protection to your growing business empire."
Maxine adjusts her glasses, her fingers dancing across a holographic display. "The Enhancement Chamber's productivity has increased 237% with the bully power source network. We can now perform simultaneous transformations across multiple locations."
Marion taps her leather-clad fingernails against the table. "We've secured legal blindspots for all operations. No regulatory body can touch us without triggering automatic transformation protocols."
Primary Unit Grayfia enters silently, placing a tray of refreshments before each person with mechanical precision before taking a position against the wall, hands folded demurely over her French maid skirt.
"What's next?" you ask, sipping from a glass of transformation-infused champagne that tingles pleasantly down your throat.
Tina leans against the doorframe, her punk aesthetic a stark contrast to the conference room's elegance. "Politics," she says bluntly. "We've got business, police, medical. Politics is the obvious next step."
"An astute observation," Marion agrees, her amber eyes gleaming. "I've already identified several vulnerable positions, from city council to the mayor's office."
You nod thoughtfully. "We'll move on politics soon. But Victoria," you turn to your business genius, "I want to establish our long-term economic plan. When we control everything, I want a complete restructuring. Fix the economy so that a single person working minimum wage can buy a house, own two cars, and provide for a spouse and at least two kids."
Victoria blinks, momentarily surprised. Her programming compels absolute obedience, but you can see her brilliant mind calculating. "That would require significant economic restructuring, Mistress. Wealth redistribution, corporate profit limitations, housing market controls..."
"Precisely," you confirm. "We're not building an empire just to maintain the broken status quo. We're fixing it."
Victoria's surprise transforms into determination. "I'll develop comprehensive models immediately. With our transformation technology, we can implement changes without traditional economic disruption."
"Good," you say, leaning back. "Now, let's talk about the mayoral race. I understand the current mayor is seeking re-election?"
Marion slides a folder across the table. "Mayor Kevin Richards. Fifty-seven, married, three children. Polling indicates he's vulnerable on housing and infrastructure issues."
"Perfect," you smile, your fingers tingling with anticipation of the Servant Gun materializing. "Let's arrange a private meeting."
Victoria makes a note on her tablet. "I'll have his office call us tomorrow morning."
Maxine clears her throat, her massive breasts jiggling slightly with the movement. "Mistress, I should mention that the conditional transformation system can be adapted for voting booths if you'd prefer a more... democratic approach."