Amelia can accept you, so long as you're in your place.

A long moment of silence went by. You'd been left staggered by all of this. No one had mentioned the man you'd be paired with might have a wife. Plus, whatever he said, he clearly had little regard for you beyond a tool. Questions swirled in your mind; was the lottery rigged for everyone or just you? Could you refuse the match? Did you want to?

Faint whispers floated over to you, and you realize that Amelia had cupped her hands over her husband's ear, talking quietly to him. Her eyes were fixed on you while she spoke, and you weren't sure you liked what you saw in them. Apparently Victor approved of what she was saying though, as a slow smile was spreading across his features.

“That's a perfect idea dear.” He gave Amelia a loving kiss on the forehead. “I'll got get the one Brutus used to wear; it should fit nicely. You explain our arrangement to Alice and I'll be right back.”

Another kiss and a playful swat on her ass that made Amelia happily yelp and Victor headed out the living room door, disappearing around the corner. Left alone with Amelia you can't help but feel that having her smile at you is somehow more unsettling that her scowl. Rolling her hips she walks towards you like a cat sizing up it's prey.

“I'm sorry for how I greeted you. I should be more grateful that Victor went to such trouble to get you. He's a good man and will take wonderful care of you just like he does me. It's just that I know he's prone to stray. When we first met I was a student intern at his office and, well, I may have stolen him from his wife at the time.”

The apology might have put you at ease, except for the fact that Amelia was slowly circling you as she spoke. Her eyes wandered up and down your body like she was inspecting a piece of meat.

“Look, it's fine. Maybe I should just go? I don't want too...”

“Shh...” A finger covered you lips, “None of that. Victor's right, you're going to stay right here and make babies for us. I was mad because I didn't want him fucking another woman, so I've decided you're not going to be a woman anymore. From now on you're gong to be our pet. It's okay with me if Victor's just fucking our bitch. It's basically just masturbation at that point.”

That was the moment when Victor walked back into the room, a leash coiled around one hand and a black silver studded dog collar in the other.

“Now be a good girl and kneel down.”