Localisation

"Only two thousand people?"

"This is just a test, Master. Furthermore, we do not want to attract too much attention by suddenly having so many users."

You nod and without hesitation, press the "Send" button. Now, all that is left is to wait to reap your rewards.

You look for your website and glance at the terms of service (TOS). Like Amelia explained; the development team made it as inconvenient as possible to access the TOS and the legal jargon made it a headache to understand. The interesting parts were naturally hidden somewhere in the middle in smaller font sizes.

You smile evilly and wait for Amelia to continue.

"Next, we will now have to test a few things. If you would please follow me, I would like to escort you to one of your companies."

"Oh? What's the point of doing so?"

"We are going to go to **** Zoe's company, the one who designed the clothes some of your slaves wear. She invited a few models today for a photoshoot and we would like you to use your ability on them?"

"Zoe? Ah, I remember. That small fashion start up. Why do I have to go there to enslave a few models? Can't you just show them the videos you filmed? What does that have to do with testing?"

Amelia shook her head. "It is a necessary step for you to conquer the world. Have you heard of the term, localisation?"

"Localisation? Never heard of it."

"Simply explained, it is us trying to overcome the language barrier. So far, you have limited your enslavement to the people of this city. It is safe to assume that everyone here speaks English but that is not the case in all countries. Since we aim for global conquest, we need to see if your ability will work once translated."

"I see. You have thought that far ahead."

...

Accompanied by Anna and Amelia, you walk into a vaguely familiar building. Zoe, one of the slaves you have long forgotten, greets you enthusiastically into her office.

"Master. It has been so long! I am glad to finally have the opportunity to invite you here." She smiles sweetly and fawns over you.

You glance at her without interest. While she is indeed very pretty, you found her to be lacking when compared to your queens and concubines.

Nevertheless, there is no harm in having some fun. You smirk evilly and exclaim, "Did I not already tell you what kind of dress code I am expecting from my workers?"

You raise your hand and firmly cup her breasts. The top is wearing especially highlights her slim waist and large chest.

"Master. I apologise but I could not conform to the dress code today. Since we invited two models from an agency, we did not want to raise any suspicions because of our outfits."

"Excuse, excuses. If you really wanted to, you would have found a way." You mercilessly pinch her nipples and ravage her breasts. Zoe moans quietly, not resisting in the slightest.

"Anyway, where are the two models you talked about?"

"In the next door office. Your company now occupies the entire floor. We reconverted one of the offices for photoshoots." Zoe explains weakly.

"Good. Then, lead the way. I am curious about these foreign models."

...

You follow Zoe next door. As soon as you step into the office, all eyes turn toward you. You are the only man present and aside from the two models and their manager, all the girls are already your slaves.

Your eyes light up upon seeing the two bombshells posing in front of a green screen.

"Interesting." You behave professionally, walking up to a nearby screen and observing the pictures with an added background.

"They would make great slaves, don't you think so, Master?" Zoe says coyly.

"Yeah. Amelia, what is the next step?" You do not really care if your conversation if overheard. The whole floor belongs to you. These two beauties have already entered your lair and would not be allowed to leave with their freedom.

"First, we have google translated one of your text messages to Korean. These two girls are Korean natives. We will see if they automatically agree to become your slaves."