How about an agreement?

Your Robo-Slut Megara has arrived, in a discreet package of course. You spend a few hours pulling her out and set down somewhere comfortable, cleaning up and making some final touches.

Such touches included forging a convincing note from Aphrodite and a written agreement; latter of which was made of nano-cell and was linked to your Megara in that what was on it, subtly dictated her actions and responses.

Finished with your set and clean up, you use an app to “wake” your Megara up. Her eyes flutter open, before she sits up drowsily; that didn’t last long, when her new sensitivity to staring had her alert in a snap as she takes stock of not only her new body and clothing, but also to meet your gaze.

“What happened to me?” She all, but demanded, somehow still retaining her composure.

I give her the forged note; it saying Aphrodite was apparently watching and impressed (along with my world’s version of Hades) at what I did to the Movie-Hades. I earned both of their approval enough that Aphrodite basically adopted Megara as her daughter, making the heroine a Demigod. This “adoption” came with changes to Megara’s body as a Goddess of Love’s daughter. They also promised to keep Movie-Hades from coming to take Megara back.

Megara was obviously skeptical, although she didn’t contest what she was given: although my staring and her sensitivity to it, was quite distracting for her.

“So “master”, what now?” She asks while addressing me sarcastically

“I figured we go over an agreement, before we starting doing stuff.” You reply

“What sort of agreement?” Megara asks warily as you bring it over, “and does it tie into your reason to con my world’s Hades?”

“Yes, Ms. Megara,” you respond, “and do you want the truth or for me to spin you a yarn?”

“Truth? From the trickster that somehow swindled my ownership from a God of ****?” She says incredulously

“Touché,” you say with a chuckle, “believe if you want, I risked a lot because I want to have sex with you.”

“I’m not sure how to respond,” Megara replies disbelieving, “you went that far just to bed me.”

“Yep,” you say sounding and looking neutral, “selfish and simple as that. My agreement is just a bit of a formality to say we are friends with benefits.”

“Friends with benefits?” Megara says confused, until you explain the concept

You then go over the agreement; on your side, you won’t **** the power of your ownership of Megara. Your limited to making 10 requests (such as sex acts) of Megara a day, but she can refuse the same request twice; meaning you’d have to use up 9 requests to make Megara do 3 acts. Megara however gets an unlimited amount of requests as long as they are reasonable. You both share a chuckle when she interjects with a snarky “define reasonable”. Of course you can refuse if you have sufficient reason to do so. Overall the agreement looked like it was in Megara’s favor and you both sign it.

“Since we are now friends,” Megara says with a playful edge of sarcasm, “call me Meg, because you seemed to be having some trouble saying my name fully.”

“Sorry… Meg.” you apologize pretending to test the nickname, but she waves you off.

Seeing the evening sky, you suggest dinner and then probably bed.