The AI intends to turn Samus into a submissive slut, like she apparently wants, but Samus resists.

That music, that beat. She recognized it. Samus opened her eyes to a sight she had not expected. She was in a strip club, what's more she was one of the strippers there. Her oil covered body was hugged by a black latex miniskirt and tank top that served to only emphasize her dark skin. Lips painted black smiled, as Samus turned and showed off her pussy to the onlookers. But Samus wasn't doing anything, she could only watch through her eyes as her body continued to dance for the faceless men that had gathered.

She realized that she wasn't the only one dancing. All across the vast floor, stretching in all directions, there were podiums where women of all kinds danced. White, Black, Asian and Latina. Some were more experienced, some more shameless and some sexier, something that Samus realized bothered her greatly, much more than not being in control of her own body. But in the end there was nothing that made her stand out from the other strippers, not even the fact that she was taller than most of them. Samus was just another body in the crowd.

There's nothing to be ashamed of.

Samus continued dancing, her mind falling into a trance upon hearing the words echo through the club. Someone threw money at the podium, and she turned around to give the person a better view of her ass as she danced.

You're just a stripper.

She slipped out of her miniskirt to the cheers of the audience, or was that for someone else? She continued falling deeper and deeper into the trance, the words being burned deep in Samus' mind, slowly but surely altering her mind to someone who wouldn't flinch at exposing themselves for an audience.

You love to please your clients

Her wet pussy was there for everyone to see. But something was wrong, a few of the spectators had broken off, gone to see some other girl. All the while her inhibitions were being lowered, her vocabulary expanding too to accomodate the kind of person she was becoming.

You're a submissive slut eager to show off your body.

Samus' eyes widened as she for an instant broke the spell of the AI and took back control over her own body. She remembered her training, the pain she had put her body through to become the best bounty hunter in the galaxy, she remembered the difficulties she had faced, all the villains she had defeated.

"I'm not just a stripper." She said out loud, her words causing the music in the hijacked dream to stop.

"I'm the sexiest fucking bitch there is." Samus said, taking a hold of her top and ripping it away, letting her breasts out and feeling the cool air on her hard nipples. She started twerking, putting to work her greatest asset as the dream began to change. More and more people flocked to her podium until she had a massive crowd surrounding her. Each time her cheeks parted to show off her hungry asshole the crowd shouted and begged for more.

'Damn right.' She wasn't some service girl who pleased others, she was the one who her clients would please with their lewd looks. Her podium began to grow, expanding as the other strippers ran from their places to dance beside her, meanwhile Samus' spot was elevated so that everyone would always be able to see her, no matter how many other sluts were next to her. She was the best, and she had earned it.

Her assets grew, breasts gaining a cup as her ass expanded to gigantic proportions. Her chub grew too, what was previously just a bit of extra meat widening her waist and rounding out her face, not to mention making her curves that much more inviting.

There's nothing to be ashamed of.

You love showing off your body.

As the voice resumed the strippers around Samus changed, all slowly becoming curvy black women just like Samus. But none of them could compare to the queen that was Samus, no one.

You love your erotic, chubby body.

Samus fell back under the trance, once again losing control over her own movements.

You love being a stripper, you love the attention you get and you love the money you part from your audience.

Her heart beat along with the music.

You're a dominant black bitch who uses her body to get whatever she wants.

Samus stuck a finger into her wet pussy, loudly fingering herself on stage as she moaned. The shame that had hounded her during her previous performance was nowhere to be seen. After all, what did a bitch like herself have to be ashamed of? That people could see how hot she was?

You love to expose your sexy body, you know that anyone who dislikes it is just jealous.

Samus smiled, continuing her performance as the revised messages from the AI looped and the program ran its course.

-The Next Morning-

The AI came back to the guest's quarters from its standby mode, being summoned by the guest requesting its presence. What it saw was a far cry from the anxious and brow beaten woman it had offered the program to. The woman standing naked in the room was proudly displaying her nude body, smiling eagerly as she did so.

"That program was amazing." Samus moaned. "I can't quite remember the dream but fuck, I really needed whatever that was." She caressed her pussy for a second, her eyes closing and her smile widening.

"Get that stripper room ready, I'm going back to blow those poor fuckers' minds." The AI was about to agree but Samus stopped it. "And get me a latex skirt, some black panties , a black latex top and a matching pair of those sexy stripper heels."

The AI and the suit upgrade bound to Samus went to work, building the requested outfit around her. Samus lifted her feet like the AI instructed and the heels she wanted appeared on her feet. Samus gave herself a look over, mostly satisfied with her new shiny clothes. And yet, something was missing.

"I almost forgot, give me some black makeup to go along with it." The AI obliged and what was, unknowingly to Samus, the same makeup she used in the program appeared on her face. Lips painted black smiled, as Samus' pussy heated up underneath the easily removable underwear.

'Yeah, that has to be it.'

She left without even acknowledging the AI's service, eager to get to the room that was no doubt already filled with the beat that she loved. Behind her, her ass swayed without Samus having to put any conscious effort into it.