Test the perception filter prototype by inviting a delivery person to the mansion and observing their reactions to Rachel and other transformed servants. Then Spend the evening with Marion developing a legal framework that will protect your growing empire from government interference, using her enhanced legal abilities. then retire for the night for some one on one time with Tina
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You stand in the mansion's grand foyer with Maxine beside you, the silver disc of the perception filter prototype humming softly from its discreet mounting above the main entrance. The afternoon sun casts long shadows through the tall windows as you wait for your test subject to arrive.
"The filter should project a field covering the entire main floor," Maxine explains, adjusting settings on a small remote. "Anyone entering will perceive our servants as normal humans with conventional appearances."
Primary Unit Grayfia appears at your side, her crimson eyes alert. "The pizza delivery has been ordered as requested, Mistress. Rachel is positioned in the reception area."
Twenty minutes later, the security system announces a vehicle at the gate. You watch on the monitor as a young man in his twenties approaches with four large pizza boxes. Commander Athena admits him with a stern nod, her Amazonian physique drawing a curious but not alarmed glance from the delivery man.
"Delivery for Victoria Blackwood?" he says, entering the foyer.
You gesture to Rachel, who steps forward with all four arms carrying serving trays, her four massive breasts clearly visible through her maid uniform.
"I'll take those," Rachel says cheerfully.
The delivery man—his nametag reads 'Kevin'—hands over the pizzas with a casual smile. "That'll be sixty-eight fifty." He glances at Rachel, then around at the other servants, including two members of the Maid Collective who are dusting nearby. His expression remains relaxed, showing no sign of noticing anything unusual.
"Did you need help carrying anything else?" he asks Rachel, apparently seeing her as a conventional maid with two arms and a normal chest.
"The filter is working perfectly," Maxine whispers in your ear.
You hand Kevin a hundred-dollar bill. "Keep the change."
"Thanks!" he beams, pocketing the money before heading back to his car without a single double-take at the inhuman features surrounding him.
As the gate closes behind him, you turn to Maxine with satisfaction. "Impressive work. This changes everything."
Later that evening, you join Marion in the mansion's legal office. Her leather outfit creaks softly as she spreads documents across a massive mahogany desk.
"I've developed three layers of protection for our operations," Marion explains, amber eyes gleaming with enhanced intelligence. "First, a network of shell corporations that obscure ownership. Second, a series of international holding companies operating in jurisdictions with minimal oversight. Third, a framework of legal precedents that establish our right to privacy."
She slides forward a document with your name at the top. "This establishes the Jane Powers Foundation as a religious organization dedicated to 'personal transformation and fulfillment.' Religious exemptions will shield much of our activities from government scrutiny."
"Brilliant," you say, signing where indicated. "Will it hold up?"
"With my enhanced capabilities, I've identified legal blindspots invisible to conventional attorneys. I've embedded triggers that will activate specific legal protections should we face challenges." She smiles, a predatory gleam in her eye. "No law enforcement agency can penetrate these defenses without years of litigation—during which time we'll have transformed key officials."
After finalizing the legal framework, you summon Tina to your private suite. She arrives quickly, her raven and purple hair framing her pierced face, leather and chains barely containing her enhanced curves.
"You wanted to see me, Mistress?" she asks, her punk aesthetic contrasting with the submissive lowering of her eyes.
"Lock the door," you command, removing your jacket to reveal your increasingly muscular frame. Your height has grown another inch since morning.
Tina obeys, then approaches you with deliberate steps. "How may I serve you tonight?"
You pull her close, the chains on her outfit jingling. "Show me how that tongue piercing feels."
She drops to her knees with practiced grace, looking up at you with dark-rimmed eyes as her black-painted lips part. "With pleasure, Mistress."
Her pierced tongue works magic against your enhanced anatomy, bringing waves of pleasure as the night deepens around your growing empire.