Head back to the mansion and on the drive back you tell Victoria to limit the airplanes speed to match the other airlines speed for reasons you'll let them know during your private jets test flight. you also confirm with Maxine that the super flight attendants and super pilot transformation have combat ability to the plane from being highjacked and both also have a commanding aura to keep passengers in line. once she confirms yes you have her make it so that both the pilots and attendants have a aura to prevent people other than you and your inner circle from being able to perv on them because of the skimpy outfits. you also have Maxine make it so that the pilots and flight attendants find cloths that do not match the style of their uniforms uncomfortable the entire conversation Tina is chipping in with her two sent with her crude vocabulary
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As the sleek Blackwood Sovereign pulls away from the Atlantic Airways hangar, you settle into the plush leather seat beside Victoria while Maxine sits across from you, tablet already in hand. Tina occupies the driver's seat, her punk aesthetic contrasting sharply with the vehicle's luxury interior.
"The uniforms look amazing, but we need to limit the aircraft speed to match other airlines," you tell Victoria, who's making notes on her clipboard.
"Fucking boring," Tina interjects from the driver's seat, her pierced eyebrow raising as she meets your gaze in the rearview mirror. "What's the point of having super-fast planes if they can't go super-fast?"
Victoria shoots Tina a look before turning to you. "May I ask why, Jane? The perception field technology already ensures no one would notice the difference in travel times."
"I'll explain during the private jet test flight," you reply, watching the airport recede in the distance. "For now, just implement the limitation."
"Yes, Mistress," Victoria nods, making a note. "I'll have the flight management systems reprogrammed by tomorrow morning."
You turn your attention to Maxine. "Those super flight attendants and pilots—do they have combat capabilities to prevent hijackings?"
"Shit yeah, they do!" Tina laughs from the front. "Those muscled-up flight bitches could snap a terrorist in half!"
Maxine smiles at Tina's colorful commentary. "Indeed, though I'd phrase it differently. The transformation includes enhanced strength, reaction speed, and instinctive martial arts knowledge. A single attendant could neutralize three armed assailants without spilling a passenger's drink."
"And what about their commanding presence?" you ask. "Can they keep unruly passengers in line?"
"The transformation includes a subtle authority aura," Maxine confirms, swiping through data on her tablet. "Passengers instinctively want to comply with their instructions—nothing that overrides free will, but enough to make even the drunkest businessman think twice before causing trouble."
"Fucking sweet," Tina nods appreciatively, steering the SUV onto the highway. "Like those cops who make people confess just by staring at them."
"One more thing," you continue. "Those uniforms are extremely revealing. I don't want random passengers ogling our staff—add an aura that prevents anyone outside our inner circle from being able to perv on them."
Victoria raises an eyebrow. "That's an interesting application of perception field technology."
"It's brilliant is what it is," Tina interjects, grinning. "They'll be walking around practically naked, but nobody's dick gets hard except ours. Well, yours," she corrects, glancing at you in the mirror with a smirk.
Maxine taps on her tablet. "I can implement a selective perception filter. To anyone outside our designated circle, the uniforms will register as professional and appropriate—they'll see them, but won't experience sexual arousal or inappropriate fixation."
"Perfect," you nod. "And make it so they find any clothes that don't match their uniform style uncomfortable. I don't want them changing into something more modest when off-duty."
"Goddamn, you think of everything," Tina cackles, taking a sharp turn with expert precision. "That's why you're the boss lady."
Maxine finishes inputting the parameters. "Implementation complete. The changes will propagate through the transformation protocol network within the hour. All current and future Atlantic Airways staff will conform to these specifications."
Victoria looks up from her clipboard. "Would you like me to update the other transportation collectives with similar protocols? The driver group could benefit from comparable enhancements."
"Fuck yes," Tina interjects before you can respond. "I'm tired of getting hit on by crusty old businessmen when I'm just trying to do my job."
The Blackwood Sovereign continues its smooth journey toward the mansion, its occupants discussing further refinements to your growing transportation empire as the afternoon sun gleams off the vehicle's polished exterior.