ask Victoria why she still has those wings when they should have disappeared three days ago when the game night was finished she mentions they just appeared while making her cloths disappear you tell Maxine to fix the game room when you get back home so that this doesn't happen again the transformations are only for during game night to make things more interesting not for other times and then tell Commander Athena to put on some cloths her nude punishment was only for the day after game night. then skip ahead where you tell the inner circle your reasons for limiting your airline plane speed and they are 1 too prevent the airports from being overwhelmed due to shorter flight times 2 too help prevent disease out breaks by causing a delay that officials can use to enable quarantine measures 3 to help prevent criminals from escaping because by making sure that flights take several hours once our global control is high enough then you could find out where the criminals is heading and have officials arrest them on landing 4 there is no point upgrading every seat to first class quality if nobody is going to spend enough time in the seats to enjoy it. this is a selling point for your airline which would bring more passengers to you allowing easier claiming of the other airlines because of reasons 2, 3, and half of 4 the speed limit would be in place even after we gain total global control
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You sit in your custom throne-like seat in the main cabin of your private jet, surrounded by your inner circle. Your eyes narrow as you notice Victoria still sporting the delicate fairy wings that flutter whenever you look at her.
"Victoria," you say, pointing to the translucent appendages sprouting from her shoulder blades, "why do you still have those wings? They should have disappeared three days ago when game night ended."
Victoria turns, her platinum blonde hair cascading over her shoulders as the wings flutter nervously. She's still completely nude, her enhanced curves on full display as she kneels before you.
"Mistress Jane, I'm not entirely sure," she admits, reaching back to touch one of the wings. "They simply appeared when my clothes disappeared, and they've remained since. I assumed it was your desire."
You turn to Maxine, who's studying the wings with scientific curiosity. "Maxine, when we return home, fix the game room. The transformations are meant for during game night only—to make things more interesting—not for other times."
Maxine nods, her enormous breasts shifting beneath her lab coat. "Of course, Mistress Jane. I suspect Vivienne's transformation protocols may have glitched. The perception field generators are still calibrating to the mansion's unique spatial properties. I'll recalibrate the system parameters upon our return."
Your gaze shifts to Commander Athena, who remains nude from her punishment. The Amazon warrior stands proudly, her muscular yet feminine form drawing appreciative glances from others in the cabin.
"Commander, put some clothes on," you order. "Your nude punishment was only for the day after game night."
"Yes, Mistress Jane," Athena responds with a crisp salute that causes her breasts to bounce. One of the flight attendants immediately appears with a uniform, which Athena begins to don without hesitation.
Several hours into the flight, you gather your inner circle in the aircraft's spacious conference room. The expanded space technology allows comfortable seating for everyone around an elegant mahogany table. Victoria sits to your right, still nude but taking meticulous notes on her tablet. Maxine occupies your left, while Sister Grace, Commander Athena, Marion, and the others fill the remaining seats.
"I want to explain my reasoning for limiting our airline's plane speeds," you announce, standing to address the group. "There are four primary considerations."
You pace around the table, your seven-and-a-half-foot frame commanding attention. "First, unlimited speeds would overwhelm airports. Their infrastructure isn't designed for the rapid turnover our technology could achieve."
Victoria nods, adding, "Current ground crew protocols require minimum thirty-minute turnarounds. Even with our efficiency improvements, the global infrastructure would collapse under the strain."
"Second," you continue, "the delay provides critical disease control. If someone boards with an infectious illness in Tokyo, health officials need those hours to identify and prepare quarantine measures before the plane lands in New York."
Dr. Tsunade leans forward, her enormous breasts pressing against the table. "The medical implications are significant, Mistress. Instantaneous global travel would render current epidemic protocols useless."
"Third," you say, resting your hands on the back of Sister Grace's chair, "it prevents criminal escapes. Once our global control is established, a fleeing suspect boarding in one country gives authorities hours to coordinate an arrest upon landing."
Commander Athena smiles approvingly. "Tactical foresight at its finest, Mistress."
"Finally," you conclude, "what's the point of upgrading every seat to first-class quality if passengers don't have time to enjoy it? This becomes our airline's primary selling point, drawing customers away from competitors."
Your inner circle erupts in applause. Victoria's wings flutter excitedly as she records the final points.
"Even after we achieve total global control," you add, "these speed limitations remain in place. Public health, criminal justice, and passenger experience aren't just marketing strategies—they're fundamental to our vision of an improved world order."
Maxine raises her champagne glass. "To Mistress Jane's vision—meticulous in every detail!"
The others follow suit, glasses raised in salute to your strategic brilliance.