As you step out of Dr. Reed's underground lab, the cool evening air hits your face. The sun has almost set, casting long shadows across the street. You stand for a moment, contemplating your options while feeling the weight of the Servant Gun in your bag.
Across the street, the Grand Hotel's façade is lit up magnificently. Well-dressed men and women in elegant evening attire stream in through the main entrance. A large banner announces: "Annual Children's Hospital Charity Gala." Through the large windows, you can see women in stunning gowns mingling in the foyer, champagne glasses in hand.
Further down the street, a more modest office building displays a digital sign: "Women's Leadership Summit - Breaking Glass Ceilings Together." Professional-looking women in business attire enter and exit, many looking determined and confident.
The 24-hour gym on the corner pulses with energy, even at this hour. Through its glass front, you can see several women on treadmills and exercise machines, dressed in tight-fitting workout clothes that reveal toned bodies glistening with sweat.
As you're weighing your options, a young woman named Melissa stumbles slightly as she walks past you. She's clearly had a few drinks but isn't totally inebriated. She steadies herself against a lamppost, her designer purse hanging precariously from her wrist.
"Whoa, sorry about that," she says with a slight giggle, brushing her auburn hair from her face. "These heels and three martinis don't mix well."
She glances at your bag, and somehow, the corner of the Servant Gun is visible. Her eyes widen slightly, and instead of backing away in fear, she leans in closer.
"Is that... what I think it is?" she whispers, her voice trembling with excitement rather than fear. "I've read about those online. The transformation tech."
You're taken aback by her reaction as she continues, voice low and urgent.
"Look, I've always had this fantasy. Being transformed into someone's perfect secretary. Organized, efficient, sexy... completely devoted." Her cheeks flush as she confesses. "If that's really what I think it is... would you... use it on me?"
You're stunned by this unexpected encounter. Melissa looks at you with hopeful eyes, seemingly one of those rare individuals with a transformation fetish that matches the gun's capabilities.
Your objective for this adventure is: Transform women into adoring servants and return to the doctor. Or keep them for yourself