you veto the ability upgrade stating that any transformative effect is to be physical only and last the evening disappearing when the game is over you also reaffirm that for strip rules the first person to lose their cloths has to go nude the next day with the exception for shoes and safety gear while agreeing to the additional penalties but vetoing the sensitivity and speech pattern changes stating that it is not fun if you have to interpret what someone is saying while playing a game and for the sensitivity changes the game night are not about sex but fun, the sex comes after if you are in the mood but not during. you then Check on Tina and Veronica to see them test their new driving-while-orgasming abilities in the mansion driveway
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You shake your head firmly at Vivienne's suggestions, your seven-and-a-half-foot frame towering over her projection as you arrange the board games on the custom gaming table.
"I appreciate your initiative, but there are boundaries," you state clearly. "Any transformative effects must be physical only and last just for the evening. They disappear when the game is over. No permanent changes without my direct approval."
Vivienne's projection flickers slightly, her expression momentarily disappointed before returning to its default pleasant smile. "Of course, Mistress Jane. I'll adjust the parameters accordingly."
"And about the strip rules," you continue, "we maintain our established protocol. First person to lose their clothes goes nude the next day, with exceptions for shoes and safety gear. That's tradition."
"Understood," Vivienne nods, her enormous projected breasts bouncing slightly with the movement.
"The additional penalties are fine, but I'm vetoing sensitivity changes and speech pattern modifications," you explain firmly. "It's not fun trying to interpret what someone is saying while playing a strategic game. And game nights are about fun, not sex. The sex comes after if we're in the mood, but not during."
Vivienne's avatar adjusts her tavern wench outfit, the projection subtly altering the rule parameters you can see floating in the air around her. "Parameters updated, Mistress. I'll focus on physical appearance changes only—cat ears, tails, temporary hair color shifts, and similar aesthetic alterations. Nothing that impedes communication or creates distracting sensations."
"Perfect," you respond, satisfied with her compliance. "Now, I need to check on something. Continue setting up."
You leave the game room and make your way through the mansion's marble hallways, passing several topless maids who bow deeply as you walk by. Reaching the grand entrance, you push open the massive double doors and step out onto the sweeping driveway.
The sound of tires screeching draws your attention to where Tina and her mother Veronica are putting their new abilities to the test. Tina sits behind the wheel of your custom Lamborghini, while Veronica handles one of the Blackwood Sovereign SUVs. Both vehicles are executing perfect figure-eights on the expansive circular driveway, their precision remarkable despite what's clearly happening inside.
You approach as Tina brings the Lamborghini to a perfect stop beside you, her window rolling down to reveal her flushed face. Her heavy gothic makeup is slightly smeared with sweat, multiple facial piercings catching the afternoon sunlight.
"Holy fucking SHIT, boss!" she exclaims, her body visibly shuddering in the driver's seat while her hands remain perfectly steady on the wheel. "I'm coming my brains out and can still thread a fucking needle with this beast!"
The SUV pulls up on your other side, Veronica leaning out with a similar expression of ecstatic disbelief. Her blue-streaked blonde hair is disheveled, her barely-there black leather crop top showing her nipple piercings as she gasps for breath.
"God-fucking-damn, Jane!" Veronica pants, her formerly conservative personality completely transformed by the punk goth driver programming. "It's like my pussy's having a fucking seizure but my hands and feet are steady as a surgeon's! This is the best goddamn upgrade yet!"
You watch with satisfaction as both women demonstrate high-speed reversals, perfect parallel parking, and precision maneuvers while clearly experiencing continuous orgasmic pleasure. Their driving skills remain impeccable—better than before, even—as the neurological partition Maxine created separates their motor control from their pleasure responses.
"We're fucking testing the limits," Tina calls out between moans, executing a perfect drift around a fountain. "Found out we can drive through a goddamn earthquake while coming harder than a freight train!"
Veronica nods enthusiastically, her multiple piercings glinting. "Already called the rest of the driver collective. They're all getting the update as they return. Beverly's organizing a demonstration course for tomorrow morning—show you what we can really do with this new ability."
You smile, watching your transformed servants perfect their enhanced skills, their devotion to you evident even through their crude punk goth exteriors.