wake the next morning to see Victoria in a weird mix between pouting at you and happy caused by you fucking her into a sex coma causing to laugh then tease her afterward Have breakfast with your inner circle to discuss what they think of your priority order stating that it is not going to change but you want to hear their opinions
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You wake to find Victoria stirring beside you, her eyes fluttering open as sunlight streams through the massive bedroom windows. Her expression is a curious mixture of pouting and pleasure as she realizes where she is. She winces slightly as she shifts position, clearly feeling the effects of last night's vigorous activities.
"Good morning," you say with a smirk. "Sleep well?"
Victoria attempts to sit up, then immediately thinks better of it. "I... don't remember falling asleep, Mistress," she admits, her business-like tone undermined by the blush spreading across her cheeks.
"That's because you didn't fall asleep," you laugh, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. "You passed out. Mid-presentation."
Her eyes widen. "I did not! I would never—"
"You absolutely did," you interrupt, thoroughly enjoying her discomfort. "Right after I approved the racing simulators but before we discussed the skate park. You just... went limp."
Victoria's blush deepens to crimson. "That's highly unprofessional," she murmurs, though you can see the pleasure in her eyes at the memory of what caused her blackout.
"I've never fucked anyone into a literal coma before," you continue, enjoying her squirming embarrassment. "Should I put that on my résumé?"
She tries to maintain her dignity but breaks into reluctant laughter. "You're terrible, Mistress."
"And you loved every second of it," you counter, rolling out of bed. "Now get dressed. I want to have breakfast with the inner circle and discuss the entertainment dome priorities."
An hour later, you're seated at the head of the long dining table in the mansion's breakfast room. Your inner circle surrounds you, all still gloriously topless per your standing order. Plates of gourmet food prepared by Nightshade and Sunblossom cover the table as Victoria distributes printed copies of your finalized priority list.
"While I've already determined the order of implementation," you announce, watching as each servant studies the document, "I'd like to hear your thoughts on the selections."
Tina immediately slouches forward, blue-streaked hair falling over one eye as she stabs a finger at the list. "Why the fuck is go-karts second instead of first? Those little fuckers would be the quickest to build!"
Rebecca clears her throat. "Actually, the mini-golf course requires significantly less power integration. From an engineering standpoint, it's the logical first step."
"I'm pleased to see the botanical garden ranked sixth," Primary Unit Grayfia offers from her position by the doorway. "The Maid Collective has extensive experience with plant maintenance and decoration."
Commander Athena sits ramrod straight despite her topless state. "The paintball arena's position at fifth is optimal from a tactical perspective. It will provide valuable training opportunities for security personnel while serving recreational purposes."
"I'm fucking disappointed the bowling alley got pushed to ninth," Sister Grace grumbles, her punk aesthetic contrasting sharply with her breakfast etiquette. "But the goddamn rock climbing wall at seventh makes up for it."
Maxine taps her fork thoughtfully against her plate. "From an energy consumption perspective, this ordering is nearly optimal. The amusement park's position at the end allows time for additional power source integration."
"The decision to relocate the observatory deck to the mansion roof is exceptionally practical," Marion notes, her dominatrix persona evident even at breakfast. "It maximizes both space efficiency and viewing angles."
"I'm particularly excited about the randomization protocols," Cortana adds, her holographic form shimmering beside you. "I've already developed seventeen distinct themes for rotation."
You notice Victoria wincing slightly as she shifts in her chair. "The implementation timeline projects completion of the initial attractions within two weeks," she says professionally, though you can see her fighting a blush as she catches your amused glance.
"As I said," you remind them all, taking a sip of your coffee, "the order is final. But I value your perspectives on the implementation."
The breakfast continues with animated discussion about potential themes for the mini-golf course and go-kart track layouts, while you periodically catch Victoria's eye and wink, making her blush anew at the memory of last night's thorough fucking.