He goes in

With a heavy sigh, he exits the car and makes his way towards the registration office. The sun beats down on him as he walks along the cracked asphalt, the harsh sounds of car horns and chatter filling the air. As he enters the building, the cool air of the office washes over him, providing some relief from the scorching heat outside.

Taking in his surroundings, he notices that the office is bustling with activity. Brightly lit cubicles line the walls, each one occupied by a busy employee typing away at their computer. At the front counter stands a young woman, her blonde hair pulled back into a neat bun and her blue eyes scanning a clipboard in her hands.

Approaching her, he clears his throat and says firmly, "I need to register my new slaves." He gestures towards the group of women huddled behind him, their eyes downcast and their shoulders slumped.

The woman's eyebrows raise in surprise before she replies, "Wow, that is quite a lot. You'll need to speak with the director of the office for that. They should be able to assist you quickly. Do you have all the necessary paperwork?"

He nods, shifting the papers under his arm and says matter-of-factly, "Of course."

"Excellent," she responds with a friendly smile. "Here is your number, please take a seat and the director will be with you shortly."

As he takes a seat in one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs lining the wall, he can't help but feel a sense of excitement at finally owning these women as his property, finally the world is how it is supposed to be.