you decide that since the adaptive collection is a failure you will dissolve it and integrate them fully into the maid collective since they are not supposed to be doing things on their own but supplement the numbers of either the maid collective or the handywomen collective you then tell the pilots that they will not have there own wing but instead go with your original plan before the adaptive collective messed up of having both the pilots and flight attendants sharing one large bedroom, with one large bed since the pilots see each other as spouse/sisters and see the flight attendants as daughters/lovers while the flight attendants see each other as sisters/lovers and the pilots as mother/lovers the pilots answer with the crude language programed for punk goth excitedly
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As the convoy of black Sovereigns glides down the highway toward the mansion, you make your decision about the future of your collectives.
"Tina, call Maxine and put her on speaker," you command.
Tina taps her earpiece while keeping one hand on the wheel. "Yo, Doc! Boss lady wants to chat. You're on speaker."
"Yes, Mistress?" Maxine's voice fills the car.
"The Adaptive Collective has been a failure," you state flatly. "They've been making independent decisions beyond their parameters. I want them fully integrated into the Maid Collective immediately. Naomi and her team were meant to supplement existing collectives, not create their own initiatives."
There's a brief pause before Maxine responds. "I understand, Mistress. I'll begin the integration protocol immediately. Should I have Grayfia prepare the assimilation chamber?"
"Yes. I want it done before dinner."
In the rearview mirror, you catch Tina's smirk. The punk goth driver clearly enjoys seeing the consequences of overstepping boundaries.
You turn to address your pilots seated around you. Raven Kingston's crimson-streaked hair frames her attentive face while Vex Hendricks' pierced eyebrow raises questioningly.
"There's been a change to your living arrangements," you inform them. "You won't be getting your own wing as the Adaptive Collective promised."
"Those prissy bitches fucked up, didn't they?" Raven asks, her enhanced punk goth programming immediately triggering crude language.
"Indeed they did. Instead, we're returning to my original plan. All pilots and flight attendants will share one large bedroom with a single massive bed."
Vex's eyes widen with excitement. "Fuck yeah! That's how it should be, Boss Lady! We're already like goddamn spouses anyway."
Lilith Morgan leans forward, her purple-tipped blonde mohawk bobbing with enthusiasm. "And the attendants are our hot-as-fuck daughters... well, when we want them to be." She grins wickedly. "And our eager little sluts when we don't."
"Those perky cunts love it that way," Midnight Chen adds, her voice softer but no less crude. "They see each other as sister-lovers and us as mother-lovers. It's a beautiful fucking arrangement."
Through the tinted windows, you can see Veronica's vehicle following closely behind, carrying the twelve flight attendants who have no idea about the change in plans.
"We'll need to ensure the bed is large enough for sixteen people," you muse.
Raven's face lights up with devious excitement. "Holy shit, that's gonna be one massive fuck-palace! We're talking like... what? Twenty by thirty feet?"
"At least," you confirm. "And I expect you all to maintain the proper dynamic. Pilots as the dominant partners, flight attendants as the submissive ones."
"Wouldn't have it any other fucking way," Vex assures you, her punk aesthetic perfectly complemented by her crude speech patterns. "Those girls need structure. They fucking thrive on it."
"Speaking of structure," Tina interjects, "we're ten minutes from home, Boss Lady. Want me to call ahead to have the Maid Collective prepare the east wing for conversion?"
"Do it," you confirm. "And tell Grayfia to meet us in the main foyer with her integration team. The Adaptive Collective ends today."
As Tina relays your orders, you watch your pilots exchange excited glances. Their crude language programming has integrated perfectly with their personalities, creating an authentic punk goth aesthetic that balances professional capability with rebellious sensuality.
"One massive family bed," Lilith whispers, clearly pleased. "Just like we always fucking wanted."