Week 1: Tuesday, 4th Dec 2029, Late Afternoon

After lunch, I returned to find the forms neatly stacked on my desk. A glance told me they had taken the task seriously. Seems that they decided to take the liberty and included their photos, same pose even. Must have been Yamadera's idea. Clever little gremlin, never knew her first name was Yoko. Too soft sounding for someone so sharp-tongued and incorrigible.

A knock interrupted my thoughts, followed by a familiar, well-measured voice. “May I come in, Master? It’s Jennifer.”

“Come in, Jen,” I called without looking up.

The door eased open. She stepped inside with her usual grace, already starting to lower herself into a kneel. I raised a hand.

“Please, have a Sit. No outsiders here.”

“Thank you, Sir.” She paused, nodded, and slipped into the chair across from me instead.

“You’re welcome. What brings you to me?”

“Filling out the forms opened up some discussions last night,” Jen said softly, hands folded behind her back. “The girls were wondering if you had any plans… something they should prepare for.”

I leaned back in my chair, watching the data panes drift across the air. “Well, I’m officially retired. No more bespoke training, no more auctions. But maybe it’s time to leverage the brand. Found something a little bigger. Structured.”

“A slaving company?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

I smiled. “Not just a company. A model. Flesh Capitalism.”

Jen tilted her head. “Flesh Capitalism, Sir?”

“The current market is stale,” I said. “Catch, break, train, sell. Rinse and repeat. It’s a factory line in a marketplace pretending to be artisanal. Take Lisa—flawless obedience, ideal body a sculpted blank slate. And what did the Utopian Orphanage churn out?” I scoffed. “Just another cock sleeve with a heartbeat. You could pull ten like her off any brothel.

“Lisa would be hurt if she heard that.”

“She wouldn’t. And that’s the problem. She’s been tuned so perfectly for compliance, she doesn’t even have ego. No spark. No angle.”

I stood, crossed to the table, tapped it to life. “Imagine this,” I said, letting my voice fall into cadence. “You’re at an auction. The usual dreck cycles through. ‘Double virgin.’ ‘H-cup twins.’ ‘Flexible contortionist.’ It’s pornographic noise. No soul. No flair. And her.”

“She walks in. Tall. Poised. Naked but not ****. One hand on the hilt of an old English long sword. She begins to speak. Not a pitch—a story.”

I closed my eyes, letting the fantasy spill like silk.

“She was free once. A London woman. Sleek flat, big job, sharper tongue. One afternoon, she passed an antique shop. The sword in the window caught her eye. She didn’t know why. She bought it—impulse. Hung it above the mantle. Called it ‘a conversation piece.’ That night, she dreamed of a knight. A real one. Iron armor. Cold eyes. He stood over her bed and said: ‘Woman, how dare you turn my weapon into furniture?’ Then he took her—rough, primal. She woke soaked in sweat. And hunger. For weeks she waited for the dream to return. It didn’t. So she took the only logical step.”

“She sold herself.”

“To find the one man who could finish what the knight began. Who could earn the sword. And her.”

I opened my eyes. Jen was staring, lips slightly parted.

“That,” I said quietly, “is one of ten handcrafted ‘Sword Maidens of Albion’ from \Moxie Corporation. You don’t buy her. You claim her. You step into a role. A conquest fantasy, sharpened to steel. She comes with the sword. She needs a master who can wield it. Literally. Spiritually.”

I turned to her fully now.

“We’re not selling flesh. We’re selling identity. Narrative. Belief. You’re not taking home a set of holes, you’re taking home a myth. A lifestyle. A story you become a part of, every time you touch her.”

"Doesn't explain the paperwork" Jen replied. "But I get the marketing"

"You're breaking the immersion, Jen." I signed. "I'm sure my old contacts are keen. Plus, We'll cut James a small piece. We could use his distribution in the America market."

"Let me iron out more details, you girls prepare for the signing. Tell Lisa to find a Covenant Representative for contract signing tonight."