Plans.

The room is dark, save for a beam of dim moonlight filtering in through the blinds onto your exhausted thralls on the floor, resting peaceably after fighting each other to satisfy you with their savage sexual service. Slouching in a chair, with your chin in your hand and a deep frown on your face, you brood.

How best to present yourself as you begin your takeover?

Public office? Politics is already bloated with cheats, liars, and manipulators. What's one more?

Corporate emperor? Much the same, but at least you'd be able to keep score.

Perhaps from the shadows? You could play both sides and remain silent until you're untouchable.

What about a financier? Strangling them all through their pocketbooks until their coffers run dry and begging you for help.

Humanitarian maybe? Currying so much good favour that nothing you could do would ever be thought of as in the wrong.

You would ask Djal for his insight, but he's been gone ever since you took off. But you aren't worried. He's probably off sniffing out some scheme or another. At least when he has one, you'll have a direction.

Taking in a long breath, you let it out just as slowly. Countless plans, back up plans, tactics, contingencies, and redundancies entwine upon themselves in a complex web of intrigue within your mind. Tying them all together though, is the need for more power.

Fortunately, you know how you can do that quickly.

Tilting your head down, you look upon the face of your beautiful Melissa, tireless in her worship of you and your cock, savoring the taste of your jizz mixed with fem-cum in her mouth. Smiling, you have her stop, so that she can answer you clearly.

"Does Katie have a boyfriend yet?"