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Chapter 12 by LanceGrapher LanceGrapher

What's the plan for today?

Go On A Date!

There's only a certain percentage of the women you meet who won't turn themselves into your property. Out of those, only a certain percentage of the women you meet are single. Out of that subset, only a certain percentage are within your age range. And out of that sub-subset, only a certain amount are attractive. (And what you consider attractive has changed, with all the options you have now).

So even though your first interaction with Rosa was her bitching really loudly to a bartender about how no guys were paying for her drinks, you got her number anyway. And now you're waiting outside a restaurant for her to show up to your first date.

There's a reason you chose this place - absolutely no waitresses. The girls under your power have no self-preservation instinct, and sometimes take initiative without asking you - you've never had a server offer to cook her own body parts because a meal is late, but it's a recurring nightmare for you, and you try not to be in restaurants where it could happen.

You fidget as you wait, nervously reaching back to Bag only to remember you left her at home. Right, you have an actual, physical, non-woman-y wallet today. You reach into your pockets, the motion less instinctive and more conscious to you than it once was, and grab your phone. The clock says she's thirty minutes late - did she ditch you?

No, wait, there she is. She's dark-skinned, with a short haircut and flat chest, in a flannel shirt and jeans with boots - outside of the clothing, looking exactly like she had earlier. What you find attractive has changed over the past few months, but not just in the sense that your standards of beauty have gone up with all the beauties you have. In her case you might find her more attractive than you once would have - her androgynous face and figure and constant smirk stand out in a good way against the waves of generic smiling women you've found yourself attracting.

"Oh, good, you're here", she says as she walks up to you, as if she wasn't late at all. "Where are we eating?"

You resist the urge to roll your eyes and gesture at the restaurant you're standing outside of. Making a face, she shakes her head. "I hate this place, the food's gross and the waiters are slow. I know a place nearby - we'll try that."

Without waiting for a response from you, she walks off, and you realize you don't really have options besides following her.

At the place she chose, you two are...

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