Have the queen drone convert the redhead

"Take care of her."

The queen drone nodded, her latex-clad body stiffening slightly as she moved towards the door. She opened it quietly and slipped inside, her eyes fixed on the redhead. The woman didn't notice her at first, too engrossed in her work.

The queen drone moved closer, her movements eerily silent on the linoleum floor. She reached out a gloved hand and gently touched the redhead's shoulder. The woman spun around, startled, and her eyes widened as she took in the queen drone's latex-clad form.

For a moment, the two women just stared at each other. Then, the queen drone reached out and grasped the redhead's wrist, her grip like a vice.