By sell's of course

Amy made her way out of Arkham asylum in shaky feet as the impact of her master feeling her up still left her shivering and gave her phantom sensations that sent a quiver through her legs. Eventually she made it out the front gates of the asylum to many a catcall of an inmate who found her voluptuous form shaking as she went by their cell to be rather tempting, not that she blamed them though her body was only for her master's use.

Once she was a few feet out the gate, her limo driver, who had been hiding a good bit down the street as to not draw attention, pulled up so she could quickly get in and the limo could quickly pull away, which she proceeded to do so. Looking through the back glass at the asylum with a wishful look, wondering if she really had to leave her master's company. Sadily for her, she knew she had to leave her master, but maybe if she did well enough with her master's task, that wouldn't stay true, and then next time she went to her master as she may be allowed to stay.

The thought made Amy giddy with anticipation, and so she ordered her driver to quickly take her back to her penthouse, where she could plan on how to spread her master the Condiment Wizard's influence in Gotham. Her driver made quick time, and soon enough Amy was fast walking on her Stellitto heels through the front lobby and making her way to her personal suit on the top floor. Once there, she began to make her way over to her company files.

She began looking over them, taking a metaphorical fine-tooth comb over her corporation's every asset to try and find a way to not only perform her master's task but to do so perfectly. She wasn't really finding anything as the manager of a cosmetic company that mainly focused on hair dye; they didn't really have any political influence nor any assets with which she could use to spread condiment wizard's influence over Gotham.

They didn't have any contacts in the criminal underworld that she could leverage, as the closest thing to the criminal enterprise they had gotten to was that she herself had thought of using cats to test their hair dye. Though that was now off the table as she had more important things to consider than using furry creatures in unethical testing, she'd never cared about them before, and with her master taking up her attention, she cared less than before.

So Amy, after looking over all her company assets, was left without any answers of how to perform her task. While she was CEO and could probably expand the company or trade bits of it to get the assets from other companies, she would need to expand her master influence; it would take too long for her taste. Especially if the other companies she ended up in negotiations with over assets decided to play hard to get, which could stretch out the sales for years. No, she was Amy, the best bimbo CEO her master had; she would produce results quickly, not **** him to wait years to see her come up with anything.

The stress of her possible impending arrival starting to get to her, Amy began to chew on her long blond hair out of a need to release the stress building up in front of her. Thats when the taste hit her. A strange sweet mustard taste hit her tongue as she was chewing on her own hair. Amy looked down and saw the mustard blond her hair now was. Amy began to play with her hair, realizing from tasting it that the condiment wizard had done more than merely turn her hair a different shade of blond.

As she played with her hair, Amy noticed it began to drip a bit of an almost yellowish goop on to the table she was sitting at. She stared at the goop, trying to figure out what it was and how exactly she was supposed to handle it. The. The idea hit any, and she quickly got a cup of water and dumped the goop in it. She then watched as the goop turned the water into the same yellowish goop. "Yes, it's just like his!" Amy said escatic, realizing the strange yellow mustard goop had some of the same magic as her master spells, and so with it she could expand her master influence.

Amy held the mustard goop into her hand, playing with it for a moment like it was silly putty. "I'll have to work on the packaging, but I can easily sell it as hair dye and begin filling the shelves soon enough." Amy said a happy smirk on her face as she got to work, making the appropriate phone calls as she began to gather as many empty cups and bowls she had in her kitchen so she could begin filling them with her new product to give out as an example throughout the company.

By the time her company Mercedes was ready to sell, every female executive, shareholder, and manager would already be a proud user and model for their new product. Though she wondered how many she could fit into the visitors cell at once, if worse came to worse, she could have them all pose in some type of company calendar and have it given to her master so he could decide which of them he wanted.