His Mother

Hesitantly he pressed his finger against the portrait of his mother. It was a good picture of her. She stared out, looking younger than her thirty-nine years. Her long dark hair was bound back in a tight bun and she was dressed in a sharp business suit that hid the soft curves and generous DD-Cup breasts he knew she possessed.

A confirmation box popped up.

Available Tags: 1
Tag Jessica Kingsley?
Yes - No

Dustin pushed down on the button, and grinned in amusement as the App flashed up a confirmation message.

Tagging Successful

The screen changed, Jessica’s portrait moving to the top while a list of Commands unspooled beneath it. There were hundreds, maybe thousands of them, covering just about every instruction he could conceive of. Almost all of them had a muted grey overlay. Experimentally he tapped one at random and an alert box flashed up.

Command Unavailable - Insufficient Experience

Each of the greyed out options produced the same result, but, not all of them were, here and there in the list, one stood out in vibrant gold and black.