Planning for Her Next Victim

Roxanne used to sift through the replies to her public invitations herself. Most of them were dull and barely worth her time – and girls weren’t that good-looking, either. After Kirsty, Roxy instantly started examining her next victim. This time, she decided to hand over the busy work to her newest invention: the Gadget Stripper.

“Gadget Stripper, what have you found?”

The supercomputer and sexual torment device had been connected to the rest of the mansion’s systems, allowing it free rein across Roxanne’s entire setup.

“There are many suitable opponents –”

“Victims, Gadget Stripper. Opponents are people who stand a chance. We’ve been through this.”

“Yes, supreme overlord. There are many suitable victims for your pleasure. I have created a shortlist at your convenience.”

Roxanne glanced at the profiles Gadget Stripper had created for her. The process moved faster than it used to, especially since she’d received so many replies. She’d never been this popular before.

And I’m not sure I like it. Too much attention.

“Roxanne, how else can I serve?”

“Don’t be so polite. I thought we’re supposed to be friends. You’re my friend, aren’t you, Gadget Stripper?”

“Scanning memory banks… if by a friend you mean reluctant accomplice, then I would say we are not friends but best friends.”

Roxanne’s eyes narrowed, and her voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “Listen to this, keep it up, and I’ll rip out your wires and use them to decorate my pants and make a new style, like cyberpunk. It’ll be called… cyber… cyber…Roxy.”

“A true visionary.”

Before Roxanne could continue her argument with Gadget Stripper, her phone vibrated across the table. She recognized the number immediately. It was Jessica. What the hell did she want?