To the registration office

Scott strides confidently towards the group of women, gesturing for them to follow him. They obediently fall into step behind him and he leads them to his truck parked nearby. He helps each woman climb into the back of the truck before climbing into the driver's seat himself. The engine roars to life as he starts the truck and drives off towards their destination. As they make their way, Scott keeps a watchful eye on the road ahead, but also steals glances at the women in his rear view mirror.

He had already sent Kanchan, her mother, and Kimiko ahead to register themselves. But now, with the remaining women in tow, he had to get them all registered. So, with a stack of paperwork next to him on the passenger seat, Scott drives to the local registration office. It's conveniently located next to the police station, allowing him to easily pick up Kimmy after they finish their business.

As his car glides smoothly into the parking lot of the local registration office, he spots Kimiko just climbing back into her own vehicle. With a smirk, he pulls in next to her and rolls down his window. "How was it, my dear ****?" he asks, reveling in the power dynamic between them.

Kimiko looks up at him with lowered eyes, a mixture of submission and fear evident in her posture. "It is all taken care of, master," she responds meekly. "We are now officially your slaves and you have been granted permission to possess up to 35 slaves without needing a full business license. However, they did remind you that labor slavery is strictly prohibited and you must ensure that you can adequately provide for your slaves."

He nods, taking in the information as his mind begins to plan and calculate. The bureaucracy may be efficient, but he knows it will still take careful management to maintain his growing number of slaves.