as you get out you tell Melissa that the video games are not to be placed in the game room you have something specific in mind then order her to find and purchase every video game every made including other country specific versions you then have the maids feed Tina some food then take her to your room so that you can reward her for her hard work tonight since she won't recover from todays trip while the maids take care of Tina you eat and go over the hospital data
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As the SUV pulls to a stop at the mansion's grand entrance, you step out into the warm evening air. Melissa follows behind you, tablet in hand, her perfect secretary posture maintained despite the long shopping trip. A team of maids from the Collective rush forward to begin unloading the mountain of video games, consoles, and accessories.
"Melissa," you say firmly, "these video games are not to be placed in the game room. I have something specific in mind for them."
"Of course, Mistress Jane," she responds immediately, making a note on her tablet. "Where would you like them stored in the meantime?"
"The east wing storage room. And I have another task for you," you continue, watching as Tina struggles to exit the driver's seat, her legs wobbly and her entire body still trembling from hours of continuous stimulation. "I want you to locate and purchase every video game ever made. Including country-specific versions from Japan, Europe, everywhere. I want the complete history of gaming under this roof."
Melissa's eyes widen slightly behind her rectangular glasses, but she nods without hesitation. "I'll begin compiling a comprehensive database immediately, Mistress. This will require contacting collectors and specialty shops worldwide. I estimate the total cost will exceed eight figures, but our financial resources can accommodate it easily."
"Cost is irrelevant," you reply with a dismissive wave. "I want them all."
You turn your attention to Tina, who's now leaning against the SUV for support, her punk makeup completely smeared across her flushed face. Her uniform is disheveled beyond recognition, and her blue-streaked blonde hair sticks to her sweat-soaked forehead.
"Primary Unit Grayfia," you call to the approaching head maid, her perfectly pressed uniform and serene expression a stark contrast to Tina's debauched state.
"Yes, Mistress Jane?" Grayfia responds with a curtsy that makes her enormous breasts strain against her French maid uniform.
"Tina needs immediate attention. Feed her something nutritious, hydrate her, then bring her to my bedroom. She's earned a special reward for her exemplary service today."
Grayfia's eyes flicker with understanding. "Of course, Mistress. The Collective will see to her needs."
Two additional maids appear at Tina's sides, supporting her trembling form. One of them, a redhead named Amber, whispers soothingly, "Let's get you taken care of, dear."
Tina manages a weak smile in your direction. "Th-thank you, Mistress... that was... fucking incredible."
As the maids lead Tina away, you make your way to the dining room where Sunblossom and Nightshade have prepared an exquisite meal. The elven chefs' pointed ears twitch with pleasure as you enter.
"Mistress Jane," Nightshade greets you, her violet hair cascading down her bare back as she presents a selection of perfectly prepared dishes. "We've prepared your favorites tonight."
Sunblossom, her golden hair catching the light, adds, "And we've included extra protein and vitamins, knowing you'll need your strength for tonight's activities."
You settle at the head of the massive dining table as Cortana materializes in the chair beside you, her holographic form glowing more vibrantly since her recent upgrade.
"Good evening, Jane," she says, her voice richer and more nuanced than before. "I've organized the hospital data for your review. CalendarCore has also integrated the reports into your schedule projections."
As you savor the delicious meal, Cortana projects detailed holograms of Riverside General Hospital's transformation results. The data scrolls before you in perfect clarity—success rates at 100%, with zero perception filter breaches. All male doctors have been seamlessly transformed into busty female counterparts with enhanced medical abilities.
Dr. Yasaka's nine-tailed fox form has proven particularly effective, with her healing abilities reducing recovery times by 78%. Primary Unit Shizune's Hyuga eye abilities have eliminated misdiagnosis entirely.
"Patient throughput has increased by 340%," Cortana reports, "while treatment efficacy is up 287%. The hospital is now operating at peak efficiency with zero staff complaints or fatigue."
You nod appreciatively as you finish your meal. "And what about the perception filter?"
"Functioning perfectly," Cortana confirms. "Patients perceive the staff as their original selves unless we choose to reveal their true nature. Emergency room wait times have been reduced to under three minutes in all cases."
You smile, satisfaction washing over you as you contemplate Tina's reward waiting in your bedroom. Today has been productive indeed.