All in working order, it seems. Good. Hands up, Rean.
[The order has to be followed so he doesn't pause for any potential struggle. Instead he taps a few more buttons and there's a shimmer in the air -- a pair of disembodied hands appear, holograms, and take hold of Rean's wrists. They shouldn't have a physical presence but they do, holding him standing in that spot no matter how much he might try to squirm.]
You may struggle if you wish, but pay attention.
This is "The Red Peony". It's a gentlemen's club -- crudely put, a brothel. As of today you are an employee of this establishment and thus, my property. You've been outfitted with a neurochip which allows your body to be controlled by our system. Of course disobedience isn't possible, but you'll still need training before you're prepared to serve guests. Shall we begin?
no subject
[The order has to be followed so he doesn't pause for any potential struggle. Instead he taps a few more buttons and there's a shimmer in the air -- a pair of disembodied hands appear, holograms, and take hold of Rean's wrists. They shouldn't have a physical presence but they do, holding him standing in that spot no matter how much he might try to squirm.]
You may struggle if you wish, but pay attention.
This is "The Red Peony". It's a gentlemen's club -- crudely put, a brothel. As of today you are an employee of this establishment and thus, my property. You've been outfitted with a neurochip which allows your body to be controlled by our system. Of course disobedience isn't possible, but you'll still need training before you're prepared to serve guests. Shall we begin?