The Queen takes you into the offices.

Behind your desk is a door you have never opened. Butterflies fill your stomach as you obediently follow your Queen.

I am not sure I want this much responsibility, you think as she opens the door.

Like the rest of Master's office level, the room beyond the doorway is well lit and modern. It is an open office plan with many desks and a few shared collaboration areas. There is a hum of busy conversation filling the air and behind each desk is a young woman diligently working. There must be at least 15 women in the secretary pool! At noticing your entrance, they all stop their work and immediately fall to their knees. The conversations give way to silence as they nervously await their instruction.

You study the girls intently as your Queen introduces you and explains that they are to serve you as they did the previous secretary. The women ranged from 18 to their early 30s. All were dressed in a similar manor as you with business skirts that balanced professionalism and sex. Their skirts and heels showed off their smooth legs. Their jackets tapered around their little waists. The various blouses, tank tops, and button up shirts had all been designed to show their cleavage. Their hair was left in different styles. Roughly half of the women could be easily identified as members of the Lower Harem. They had some of the more obvious body modifications and had the customary **** collars permanently affixed around their necks. The others must be the members of the outer Harem that would never know Master's touch. All were incredibly beautiful in their own way.

"Areli... Areli!" The Queen had stopped talking and was looking at you expectantly.

"Excuse me, my Queen?" You ask ashamedly.

"Do you have anything to say?"

"Um... I look forward to working with each of you..." Your voice is soft and awkward even to you. You doubt you sound as confident as the Queen would want of any girl in her Upper Harem.

She looks at you with disappointment before continuing, "Now... Make sure that your controller is calibrated."

You look down at the controller. You lift it awkwardly in your hand. You aren't exactly sure what she is asking.

"Test it!" she hisses at you.