Rob Moves In To His New Place

With Rob only teaching the one class everyday, he found himself with plenty of free time at hand. Sure, he had a trio of devoted women at his beck and call, with the sexual stamina necessary to keep pace. And there was always going back to the creative well and publishing more drawings and stories. Not to mention, Rob was working on a special something for his students for their upcoming weekend.

But, with his newfound wealth came a few pieces of upkeep he had to take care, and so after class on Tuesday, Rob headed off to where his new house would be. Tomorrow, he would officially and legally own the property, with the moving companies would come to his play to pack away and transit all of his possessions over, but for today the real estate company had offered him a chance to tour his new home before he fully moved in. And, ever since his wishes, Rob had learned to see an opportunity for an encounter when he saw it.

So, he was more delighted than when he pulled up to the grand house to find the agent already waiting for him. A stylish and intelligent looking woman dressed in a sharp black pant suit, with a long, flowing mane of bright blonde hair which reached down to her waist. For a moment, Rob was slightly intimidated, knowing he was face-to-face with one of the most infamous video game final bosses of all time.

"A pleasure to meet you Mr. Daily. My name is Cynthia." Said the woman who, in another world, was the Pokemon Champion of the Sinnoh region. Rob wasn't quite sure why she was a real estate agent in the here and now, but he guessed someone had to fill that role, and it wasn't like there was a lot of Pokemon around for Cynthia to occupy her actual profession.

Still, Rob had learned not to look a gift horse in the mouth, so he smiled at the tall, shapely blonde, shook her hand and asked her to begin the tour.

The place was massive, somewhere between a house and a mansion. Two stories with a basement, five bedrooms and four bath, two kitchens, an Olympic swimming pool in the backyard that didn't even take up half of the yard, and plenty of additional rooms beyond that. If Rob wasn't building a harem of sexy slaves for himself, he would say it was absolutely too big, even with Kamala and Nami and Tifa coming with him, but he suppose this was just motivation to find more women.

"...And I think that just about covers everything." Cynthia finished, leading Rob back to the front hall. "Any further questions, Mr. Daily?"

Speaking of women and his harem, Rob had been half paying attention on Cynthia's guided tour, using the other half of his brain to find an angle in order to hypnotize or enslave or dominate her. Nothing had revealed itself to him, and now he was about to lose his chance to have Cynthia.

So, Rob thought, stroking his beard, trying to figure out what to do, when he realized he had been staring at the answer all this time.

"Yes. What is that room?" Rob asked, pointing behind him at a shut door.

Over the course of the tour, Cynthia had been beyond thorough, showing her client all the bedrooms, all the bathrooms, the kitchens, the basement, all the utility rooms that could be used as a gym or studio or media room.... everything! Yet, she hadn't so much at glanced at the nondescript, plain door before them.

She furrowed her brow, attempting to recall some information to answer the query. "That... I do not know. Probably a linen closet." Cynthia said, dismissively, but Rob moved passed her to open the door.

As soon as he opened it, bright pink light flooded the hallway, blinding both client and agent for a moment. When their eyes adjusted, they saw the room within was quite small and barren, simply furnished with a pair of plush-looking chairs set before a wall-mounted flatscreen TV. The TV was on, and the source of the light, broadcasting a pulsing, strobing pink light, punctuated by a deep, thumping beat which played over a pair of bass speakers.

Rob grinned. He had found his in.

"You sure this isn't on your itinerary, Miss Cynthia?" Rob asked, instantly, casting a look towards the blonde. Already, her slate grey eyes looked cloudy and unfocused, bereft of their typical sharpness and intellect.

"Uh... no... no, it's..." Cynthia said in a quiet, distant tone, voice and thoughts trailing into nothing. Her empty eyes fell upon the pulsing screen for a long while, mouth wide open, a low moan escaping from her lips, before she winced, shutting her eyes and rubbing her temples. "I'm sorry, I'm just -"

"Maybe you should sit down." Rob offered. Conversely, the screen and the audio had little to no immediate effect on him. He pulled out one of the plush chairs and motioned to Cynthia. "It's been a long day, right. Rest for a moment."

Dully, Cynthia nodded, shuffling over to the chair. "Mmm, yes.. thank you..." Even with her eyes shut, she couldn't block out the entirety of the screen, and she certainly couldn't block the bone-rattling thump of the bass. Cynthia's body swayed in the seat of the chair, sighing contently as she grooved. Eventually, she fully sank back into the chair, her eyes fluttering open where they looked upon the screen, staying glued to them with obsessive focus.

"Okay, just wait and relax here, Cynthia." Rob said, exiting the room. "Take as long as you need. I'll be right outside, waiting for when you're done." He then shut the door, leaving the woman to her fate, whatever that may be.