The Gentleman takes Chelsey to his Penthouse

"Come with me," the Gentleman said. He had already gotten what he wanted. What were a few measly trinkets compared to T'challa, leader of Wakanda.

He led the feminized king through the gala without anyone stopping him. He was sure that no one had seen him. Part of his plan involved creating distractions for the other guests. Typically elegant women to keep the men and security guards distracted. He did have to feminize a few women; turning normal women into seductive sluts.

Chelsey was already feeling aroused. The fabric of her dress felt pleasing to her. Every step was a step closer to her goal of pleasing her master.

The Gentleman helped Chelsey into a limo. His driver was another beautiful woman in a chauffeur getup. "To the hideout," he said. Chelsey paid no mind to the chauffeur and pressed her body closer to her master.

They arrived at a ritzy hotel, less of a hideout and more of hiding right in the open. T'challa tried to curse that he was so stupid, but Chelsey said, "You live here? It's amazing!"

"I own the building," The Gentleman said with a grin.

Inside the first floor was full of beautiful women in dresses. Even the bellhops were women in red velvet cocktail dresses. Chelsey felt so lucky to be one of her master's chosen. They took the elevator and went to the penthouse. The entire place was something straight out of a movie. Already a french maid approached them asking if she could be of any service. The Gentleman waved her away and Chelsey saw the decorations. Most of the decorations were from Wakanda; statues, tapestries, etc... She never had seen such a large collection of art from Wakanda outside the country.

"As you can tell," The Gentleman said, "I am a fan of your people."

"You are so sweet!" Chelsey said, while her inner voice was screaming about misappropriation. "Now about repaying you..."