Decently but with complications

Amy spent a good week and a half since that meeting with her master Condiment wizard, where she had gotten her orders, and so went on to expand the number of Mustard familiars throughout the company as she prepared to sell her new product to the general public. She had to figure out how to begin mass producing the dye quickly; luckily, it turned out Mustard goop turn fills up anything it's put in rather that's a small cup or a vat. So once she dipped a little bit of mustard goop into vats, it wasn't too long until the whole vat was filled with it, though she was left with the need to spread her influence fast to prevent too many questions being asked about the large vats of random yellow goo that just appeared.

Luckily for Amy, expanding her influence was easy enough to do. First she began giving free samples to the employees that were on the lower part of the totem pole, saying it was to show that the company really cared. The workers suspected something, of course, but they weren't going to say no to free samples, and soon enough, the whole of the female employees holding lower positions in the company were turned.

This left upper management for Amy to deal with. Though they weren't any more difficult than those lower on the totem pole, all it took was another lie—just one more sophisticated and expensive than the one given for the lower-ranking employees in the company. The upper employees were given a whole speech by any about a big together for female upper management to help establish a feeling of female solidarity in the company.

They fell for it, of course, believing it to be a corporate lie but wanting to take the free cosmetics offered. Of which she included several shades of lipstick, eyeliner, and nail polish, but of course only one type of hair dye was offered. The foolish, work-obsessed women never saw the dark fate that was waiting for them until it was too late, and they belonged to Amy's master. Honestly, it was almost too easy; she had been expecting more of a challenge.

Though this had the unfortunate side effect of having to change the company wardrobe policy to allow the female workers to show off more skin at the office in hopes of being chosen as one of the ones to be taken to the master when Amy went to report her success. This caused many male coworkers to not know where to look, as she had made it very clear she was not only willing but eager to take any thought to touch or to have ogled too long at what belonged to the master to court and take every cent of their worth in compensation to the master.

So with Amy's takeover of the entire female staff, any legitimate questions about where the main ingredient for their special new dye had come from and why they seemed to have a seemingly endless supply of it were quickly silenced. Now they were mostly working on how to modify the hair dye so they would have different shades of blonde hair dye to sell at the launch of their new product in Gotham City.

"Soon, Master, you can have any woman you want in the city. Hell, by the time I'm done, you'll own this city in all but name." Amy said as she watched the processing of all the mustard goop into hair dye to be packaged and sold in a few days from her vantage point. Which was an office on the second floor of the factory from which she could see through a giant glass window that overlooked the entire lower floor. Amy was touching herself to the thought of her reward from the Condiment Wizard once she was done spreading his influence through the city through the newly turned customers.

Meanwhile at Arkam Asylum, Dr. Young had been a very busy minion as she went through multiple patients, slowly working out what worked with the Ketchup goo and what didn't. She had found rather interesting results from mixing the biology of the permanently cold Mr. Freeze with the Ketchup goo. She was using these earlier results and seeing what kind of practical applications they had. She hoped the Condiment Wizard would be fine with what she had created from the resulting work.

Though the experimental front was rather exciting, the breaking of the warden was not. As the man had broken rather easily after she had set him up with her little shouting match and the fake tears for everyone to see afterward, that sold her little sob story. After that, a couple of days of having him come in for humiliating **** was all it took, and he broke to her whims. Especially as she had recorded the sessions, adding rather damning **** to her hold over him.

Though she was getting sick of the fool as the warden had started to find sexual gratification in the act of her degrading him. Which she had not expected as the man's political aspirations and need to make the Arkham asylum into a success so that it would be a personal mark in his favor suggested a man with an ego and a drive for power, which wouldn't easily be persuaded to be a measily pawn to someone else. Though it seemed her analysis was wrong as a few special sessions with him and the man were eager to do her bidding in the hopes of her stepping on him like the worm he was.

Though she did not like putting up with the man's need to be dominated, she dealt with it as he would get her access to what she would need. As with his authority, she was able to get access to certain areas and then, using said authority, cut them off from the rest of the Arkam staff. She was slowly building something there that she believed the Condiment wizard would be very pleased with. Now the only thing left would be to gather the appropriate materials.

So with the stage set at both Arkam Asylum and the Mercedes Corporation, will anyone be able to stop the familiars of the Condiment Wizard as their plans are about to come to fruition? Will there be anyone to save Gotham and Arkham from the diabolical masterminds of Amy Mercedes and Dr. Young? Does anyone even know the threat they pose to begin with?