Elegant Slut

Mr. Davis's form was surrounded by energy. When the glow dissipated a statuesque brunette wearing a long blue satin evening gown was before Bill.

"Hello, master," she said. She stood with poise and grace. As though she was born to be his.

Bill knew that the personality replacement was complete, but something stood out with this new woman. Perhaps when the program overwrote people it left traits that complement the new personality, he thought.

"You shall be called, Delilah," Bill said. She liked her lips and strode next to him.

"I will do anything you want," she purred. "Just say the word."

He had already set the game in motion. What would a little fun do to stop him?