[Free Use: Blondes (1A+2B), Human Pets: Blondes (2C)]

When you finish telling Charles what you want, he gives you a big grin and a nod, "Alright, I think I have an idea of what you want. But lets go over it real quick, just to be sure."

"Your first bit is simple enough," Charles begins, leaning forward as he talks, "You can do whatever you damn well please with blonde women, and since you're such a greedy bastard, you're just about the only one who can do so. And you want only basic acknowledgement. Fair enough I suppose, it's your world after all. Your second request is the one that is interesting. You want to make it so that blonde women are considered 'human pets'. I'm assuming that means that you want people to treat them like they were a dog or something."

"Yeah, but I don't want the blondes to actually act like animals," you clarify, "They'll still talk, walk on two legs, and all that stuff. They just are treated like it, and have the rights that a pet animal would have. Well, not exactly, since I want it so that their owners are allowed to have sex with them whenever they want."

"And you, of course," Charles says, "Pretty smart, since that means you can still fuck a blonde girl without having to do any of the ownership stuff yourself if you don't want. Long as she's above 18, anyway: Doc isn't too keen on ****. I'm guessing you want the pet thing to be 2C then. That is, people acknowledge it and it becomes an active topic of conversation."

You nod to confirm, and Charles says, "Alright, sounds good. Just one question though: why blondes? You probably could have gotten away with a larger category for these changes if you wanted."

You shrug and say, "Why not blondes?"

This actually gets a decent laugh out of Charles, "Can't argue with that! Alright then, let me call the Doc and get you set up."

Punching numbers in, he puts the phone to his ear as the dial tone starts playing. Not long after, it stops and a muffled voice you can't hear very well from your end speaks up. "Yeah, doc, he's got it all planned out," Charles said with a small laugh and a smile. "It's almost diabolical, really. I actually think it's pretty solid, yeah. Here's what he came up with..."

You can't help but feel pretty good about the fact that you managed to impress this man.

Charles relays the information to the point, and after some silence, the muffled voice says something very briefly before hanging up on their end, causing the call to drop. Charles turns his eyes to you as he closes his phone and stands up from his seat. "That's that. Now, if you'll follow me."

Getting up from your own chair, you follow the foreign gentleman through the maze of crates, occasionally passing an emotionless guard with eyes hidden behind heavy sunglasses. Your heart racing, you're still not sure what exactly to expect. How is this going to end...?

"Here we are."

Looking around, you see that you and Charles are suddenly at the end of a very long white hallway, walls painted with streaks of black. In front of you stands a large black door with curved handles of silver, standing impressively tall.

How... and when? Why are you in this hall? You were in the warehouse just moments ago... right?

"Don't think too hard, lad," Charles says with a dismissive chuckle. "All I need you to do is imagine where you want to be when you open this door. It's that simple. Could be your shitty apartment, could be the halls of your college, could be a movie theater downtown... just think of where you want to be as you start to explore and exploit the world you've created."

Well... you've already come this far. You've listened to this insane gentleman prattle on about your casual fetishism and you've ended up in a white hallway beyond all logic... so there's no point in trying to figure this out now. You decide to throw caution to the wind and go all the way, seeing this ride through to the end.

In a world where blonde women are treated like pets by the rest of society, and where you can fuck any of them without consequence... where do you want to be?