Be a good host.

You know that you really have to stand out if you want to get the good placements.

You head to the kitchen, taking a moment to make sure the outfit you sister and mom agreed on is properly fitting.

You throw on your old apron from freshman home economics class and start making a full breakfast spread.

Being a good host to officers of the Matriarchy is one of the sub rules that is rarely expanded on. Mostly because a male usually doesn't encounter them at home. However you make a few omelettes, some sweet toast, and several bagels while the coffee brews.

Sure enough, as you are setting out the plates and silverware, you hear your mother's voice as the front door opens.

"-which is why we are heading straight to the GT Salon after lunch." She says finishing a thought.

"I hear you, currently trying out a Sylan 9 with locker, because I had to see but I will probably go back to the Domina 11, it's my favorite. " replies a DOES officer in a relaxed voice as they step into the kitchen. It's just the three women, your mother, sister, and a curly haired woman in uniform, her peak brimmed hat tucked under her arm. Her eyes catch on you for a moment, a second, before dragging back to conversation.

You mother chuckles.

"Domina? Isn't that out of fashion these days? Sure there's the intimidation factor but they barely work without a trained partner. Oh wonderful, breakfast is ready! Good boy." She gives you a quick peck on the cheek.

Your mother is a banking on your sister getting full scholarships to get into the best Med School and, as an extension of her family, you have been prepping for this day so there is no adverse marks on the relative case file. Your education has been plotted too but not in the same direction.

You bow low to show respect to your Moth, then your Sister, and then the Guest DOES officer. You say nothing and stand to attention as they sit to have food and converse.

"Well yes, it does have requirements for the best experience but I often need it for questionings, normally I am not on the testing panel." The umber toned officer waved a fork as she talked, obviously used to gesturing as she spoke. "But got hit in the knee on a raid last year, bad stuff, Gene Spiked Males being pumped out in a warehouse by the docks, barely sentient pups." She emphasizes her disgust.

Your sister gently slips into the conversational space "oh yes, I remember reading about that. Official description was a Dog-Fighting pen? That it was all run by the Hecate Family?" She inquires as she carefully disects her waffles, making sure to the picture of composure.

The officer chuckles and nods, finishing her mouthful before continuing.

"That's right, they spliced the poor mutts to be brutal and loyal, but low on intelligence. Keeps them from questioning why they had to stay in cages." She says with a hard tone. "Made my feelings on the matter clear to the Brass but they said the **** Penalty wasn't an option. Were they guilty? Sure, but it would be a hard day to get a capital punishment sentence through."

"That's terrible!" You mother replies, and nods to you, signalling you to tend to their drinks. You refill their respective drinks and return to standing off to the side. The DOES Officer seems to finally give you a proper look.

"Come here." She points to the floor in front of her. Knowing the expected response you quickly kneel in front of her, hands in your lap, and head tilted up, eyes on the cieling.

"Well you have taught him manners, that's for sure. And he is up for Pastellulization." You recall the term whispered among the boys, a term for low grade Gene Editing administered by the state for the top 4% of graduating males. You swelled with pride, that meant you had done well on the written tests!

"Oh and proud of it! Well yes, so far you are sticking to the ideals given for young males."

She stands and wipes her mouth with a napkin before staring down at you.

"You make a decent breakfast but that's not why I am here." The office goes to her duffelbag by the front door and returns with several items collected in her arms.

"Alright pup, time to choose. By the powers vested in me, what manner of Restraint do you accept from the wise and merciful betters of society?"