Something about Grace

You shake your head, "Actually, I don't think I need to see anymore. I seem to have found exactly what I need."

You guide looks at you curiously, "But we've barely begun, you haven't even met any... Of... The... Oh!" It seems to finally dawn on him what you mean. "Are you absolutely sure about this? Because there is no going back once your choice is made. Grace is quite the handful, and there have been rumors..."

Raising an eyebrow, you can't help but be curious. "Rumors your say?"

With a cough, your guide turns away to look in the direction the slime girl went. "Yes, well you see, probably as a result of her being here so long, she seems to have taken to playing unusual pranks on her fellow residents. That by itself isn't all that strange, slimes tend to be playful by nature. Her pranks, however, tend to end with people being strung up, spanked, and so on. Honestly, I have no idea where she gets it from."

You can't help but smile, his words only making your choice even more valid. This slime girl was something different, unique, and you had doubts that the 'low intelligence' of slimes applied to her. You couldn't pass up this opportunity, even if it meant you had to pass up on the multitude of beautiful girls watching you at this very moment.

So you nod, "I am absolutely certain, Grace is my choice."

Your guide was all smiles, "Very well Sir! Now, to make it official you will need to collar her. Since a normal collar is useless on a slime, this 'collar' is a pill that will dissolve into her body. Consider it like an injection of microbots, though that isn't entirely accurate. Now then..." He cups his hands and calls out, "Grace!"