Mother-Daughter Bonding... and Some Other Things

Marsha decided to get herself an outfit similar to her mother's. While Mistress MILF had a dominatrix outfit that put all her assets on display with golden gears adorning, including the mask that completely covered her head, along with 3 different M's, one for her face and others for each of her breasts, Marsh decided her outfit would be adorned with bronze gears and she would have an S on her face with an S-shaped pasty for each of her breasts, all the same colors as her mother's but arranged so green was on her face and purple was on her right breast. The two were also working on repurposing some old machinery in their makeshift lair, it was a wonderful bonding experience that reminded her of preparing for science fairs as a child. Marsha came up with the alias of Sensual Subs for the minions of Mistress MILF, she was testing out the outfit design. As her mother's right-hand henchwoman, she thought of going by the alias of Machina Sub with her suit being plastered with massive M's and S's as the bridge to the rest of the minion ****, of course, she was still working on the outfit, they didn't have any more special kinky outfits and fashion was not a forte of either woman.

"So, mom," said Marsha, "just how good are your personal finances?"

"I'm probably the 4th wealthiest woman in the city," said Marion casually as she removed her hood and set it down next to her.

"Wait a moment," said Marsha in surprise, "you've been living well below your means this entire time?"

"I saw no need to 'live it up,' as they say, during my time, and I only really dipped into my personal accounts for purchases I wanted to keep hidden from your father, besides, I was comfortable in everything up until the incident that led to my current state. Also, I am looking into buying an entire sex shop, I haven't found anything that fits what I'm after yet."

"Why not just have one built?"

"It's more economically reasonable to purchase an existing facility and modify it for special uses. Not to mention, after funding the construction of the facility I'll have to worry about hiring staff, getting agreements with distributors that all parties are in agreement about, and try establishing a reasonable clientele. Buying an existing business nets me most of those with far less hassle."

"You usually were a practical woman, I think that's where I get those tendencies from."

"Well, you definitely didn't get them from your father."

"Okay, let's go shopping, in something that won't draw attention just yet."

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Kana and Aisha couldn't shake the sensation that came before their strange discovery, they were still at a loss as to who and why they were given those instructions. Even if the two wanted to spread the knowledge of how to get to that secret archive, even if it was as a rumor to the biggest gossips in town, chances are that whole thing would get shut down too fast for any of that to have any tangible impact with the people that needed to know the truth. Of course, this had them thinking about superhero and supervillain relations.

Aisha's father worked n the Department of Super Relations, he let her know that someone from their subsidiary known as the Office of Heroic Moral Compliance got into quite a bit more legal trouble than anticipated and ended up getting dropped as a result of the investigation. The employee in question was found to be having unsanctioned relations with known superheroes as a result of legal investigations by law enforcement. Aisha couldn't believe someone with such a stable income, just a short time from retirement would be so stupid on multiple fronts. Aisha always had a good relationship with her father, in her opinion, it was much healthier than most of the parental relationships she was aware of. That all said, she didn't really want to go into the same kind of profession.

Kana's mother was a member of the arm of law enforcement that dealt with superpowered individuals most directly. Her mother, in particular, served as the legal representation for superpowered individuals, she was actually one of the leading experts on laws that pertain to superpowered individuals, superheroes, and supervillains. Due to this, Kana was much more aware and knowledgeable of laws and social rules than most other people. The experience with the sorority house, and their dirty little secret, left her wondering how to reform or overhaul the system. Chances were she would find herself trying to overthrow the system before all that happened. But all that would mean rebelling against the current system, and it's not like she knew where to find someone working toward that end that wasn't an established supervillain of questionable morals at best. And as much as she was loath to admit it, most superheroes were a part of the system that benefitted from it more than worked to reform it from the inside out, and the ones that did openly admit that tended to be low on the food chain of heroes, more or less.

Where to find someone to help direct their righteous fury and indignation? Then it hit them, the source of that message that led them and their group to the sorority's secret archives, but they had no idea of the figure's identity. All they knew for sure is that they were dressed up in some sort of dominatrix outfit, as curious as the two women were about the figure they would rather not go wandering around the adult entertainment section of shopping centers to see if they could find the person in question. Before they resorted to that, they decided to send a message to the area where they recalled things blanking out. The two young women got to work rigging an old robotics project to leave the note near the place in the complex that all went down, it would take some time.

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"First off," said Marion, "we need to find the most opportune location, after that we have to work towards officially owning that territory from a legal standing so no one else can take it from us by legitimate means, set up a system so that less than legitimate means will mean we still maintain control, and establish a system that keeps law enforcement from being able to seize us if the surprises we added in are discovered by them or any heroes."

"Sounds like we need someone in the know about the legal system," said Marsha, "could be tricky, especially considering all the people we could consult for something like this probably are under obligation to inform the authorities if we ask the questions we want to in the wrong way."

"This is where we pray for a lucky break," said Marion, almost as if on cue, a small robotic cat that seemed able to maneuver surprisingly well over various terrains appeared at the complex entrance, a small pack with a generic USB hanging on its chest, wandered in and stopped at the ladder for a moment before climbing said ladder with surprising ease and stopped at the office door.

"Well, looks like someone has a message they wanted to send you," said Marsha with surprise, "and they seem to be pretty technically capable."

Marion took the USB out of where it was on the robot and plugged it into the now-functional computer, there was a single video file on it along with a word document. Marion opened the video file and two familiar looking figures, the Japanese and African American women from earlier, were on it saying they would like to officially meet up with her and chat, along with the name of a dining establishment with private booths, they said to say she was there to meet with a Ms. Kalli-Shanti. They also mentioned the word file contained a map marking the establishment if she was unfamiliar with it.

"Well," said Marion, "looks like we have an invitation, let's see what they want to discuss."