Settling in.

Your **** leaves the touching and stops checking over you to stand by your side, while you remain flabbergasted at the sudden change. Guess your life is going up huh?

"My master, while I may be your ever devoted **** and quite willing to do...ANYTHING you wish. The people that I have to answer to might find it odd that I'm with an 18-year-old boy whom I quite simply would have no reason to be with. Therefore I meant what I said earlier, we'll have to make you fit in. Which means getting you into LDS, legitamately." Her tone is submissive, but not overly so. Just enough to sound servile without being a brownnoser--you know it well, that was what you had to do to get by in this world after all.

She directs you to her office computer, pointing out a schedule that she was looking at before you came in.

"As you can see, there will be closed tryouts for LDS's Synchro, XYZ, and Fusion courses in a month. "

Here she pauses for you to take that all in. People always said getting into the Leo Duel School guaranteed success in anything you wanted to do, their alumni are the best of the best. The pros, the movers and shakers of the world, the guys who you see on talk shows, on advertisements.

"Why that foolish son of mine allows something that doesn't even bring us much money I'll never know--but that means I can get you in as a "talented youth" or some tripe. You'll have to pass the exam my master, but no need to worry--if you wish it to be so just say the word and I'll get you the best deck and duel instructor I can find. Your **** will do what needs to be done." Henrietta ends her explanation with a deep bow, taking a knee--and allowing you to see but a sliver of her bountiful breasts.