you point out the mayor to your companions before signaling Athena to prep the car to take you back to the hotel while waiting for Athena to get the cars you continue to tease them while the four of you discuss the the show the mayor is putting on this teasing breaks the swearing block that Grace seems to have redeveloped causing to once again swear at least once per sentence. once Athena shows up with the cars you Take your companions back to the hotel and reward them for their service during the gala
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You gesture toward Mayor Richards, who continues to writhe in pleasure atop the police commissioner's face while the judges attend to various erogenous zones.
"See that?" you tell your companions. "That's the power of proper integration. The entire Riverside justice system is now operating as one perfect organism."
Grace stares, her perception field allowing her to see the sexual display while maintaining public decorum. Another wave of pleasure hits her as your gaze lingers on her exposed breasts.
"Holy shit," Grace gasps, the words escaping before she can stop them. Her eyes widen in surprise at her own profanity.
"Did Sister Grace just swear?" Victoria asks, momentarily distracted from her own torment.
"Fuck yes, I did," Grace responds, looking shocked at herself. "I thought I had that under goddamn control."
Maxine smirks despite her discomfort. "The perception field amplifiers must have affected your transformation parameters. Fascinating fucking side effect."
You catch Athena's eye across the room and make a subtle gesture. She nods sharply and moves toward the exit to prepare transportation.
"Jesus Christ, look at the mayor go," Grace continues, her refined diction now peppered with expletives. "She's riding that commissioner's face like she's at a fucking rodeo."
Victoria shifts uncomfortably, crossing her legs as she watches. "The integration of the punk goth aesthetic with the Leadership Collective programming is remarkably effective. I'm actually quite impressed with how naturally she's blending authority and rebellion in her public persona—oh god!" Her sentence ends in a gasp as you intensify her feedback loop again.
"The twins outdid themselves with these perception field amplifiers," you observe casually, enjoying the sight of your three companions squirming. "I wonder what other applications we might find for them."
"I swear to fucking god, Jane," Grace hisses, her voice dropping to prevent others from hearing despite her perception field. "If you don't take us back to the hotel right fucking now, I'm going to lose my shit entirely."
At that moment, Athena returns. "The vehicles are ready, Mistress. Three Blackwood Sovereigns are waiting at the private entrance."
"Perfect timing," you reply. "My companions are rather eager to return to our accommodations."
You guide Grace, Victoria, and Maxine through the ballroom, past clusters of Riverside elites who bow respectfully as you pass. The perception field makes them see nothing unusual about three elegantly dressed women following a seven-and-a-half-foot goddess, though their subconscious registers the true power dynamic.
The cool night air does little to soothe your companions as you exit through the private entrance. Three sleek black SUVs idle at the curb, Security Collective members standing at attention beside each vehicle.
"I'll ride with Grace," you decide, directing Victoria and Maxine to the second car. "We have some language patterns to discuss."
Once inside the vehicle, Grace immediately turns to you. "What the hell did you do to us with those damn piercings?"
"The twins created a pleasure feedback loop tied to my gaze," you explain, deliberately staring at her exposed breasts again. "Every time I look at you there, you feel it."
Grace moans, her head falling back against the leather seat. "Fucking hell, Jane. It's too much."
"Is it?" you ask innocently, not breaking your gaze. "Because I think you've been remarkably composed all evening. Perhaps you deserve a reward when we return to the hotel."
"Christ on a bicycle, yes," Grace whispers, her legs pressing together as another wave crashes through her.
The short drive to the Grand Riverside Hotel passes in tense silence, Grace occasionally letting slip another creative profanity when you intensify her feedback loop at random intervals.
When you arrive, you lead all three women directly to the presidential suite, dismissing the security detail with a wave. As the door closes behind you, Victoria, Grace, and Maxine all turn to you with identical expressions of desperate need.
"You've all served me perfectly tonight," you announce, loosening your tie. "And good service deserves proper reward."