So it's off to the surgeon

Waving his hand to dispel the prize board. The host then turns to Cordy. "Get her up Slut Mistress. She has an appointment."

"Your not just going to wave your hand and teleport her there?" Cordy questioned her boss.

"Under normal circumstance yes. But I can't throw around that kind of power without an audience watching. Throws me out of Balance too easily." Cordy raised an eyebrow but said nothing. They both were distracted by a groan and movement on the floor.

Fred rolled onto her back, her welts healed. Then sighed. Looking at Cordy. "Whoof, I gotta say Mistress Cordy, ain't been dommed like that in way too long. Didn't realize how much I missed it." She then sat up. "It's one of the reasons Charles and I didn't work out. Man could fuck me good, and be my foot **** all day. But it's way too much for him to call me a hoe and smack till it draws blood or leaves a bruise. Or tie me up and use a stun gun on my feet. Girls got needs right?" The stood up and dusted herself off. "Can I have a robe or something Mistress?"

Both Cordy's eyebrows shot to her hair line. Giving her host a shocked look.

For his part the host chuckled. "Miss Burkle, how long were you exiled to Pylea?"

"Oh five years give or take. Temporal variances between dimensions and all that." Fred answered.

"And you were a captive of the Deathwok Clan?"

"Off and on. When I needed a good meal or a good screwing. I'd 'get captured' till I got what I needed." Fred smiled.

"Hmm, I see." The host replied. Gesturing to his escorts to provide a robe to Fred. As soon as Fred donned her requested attire. The host indicated for them to leave. As they exited the room, leaving an incredulous Cordy alone. Who grunted and followed.

"How does she was in Pylea with the Deathwok Clan explained any damned thing Boss?" Cordy demanded. At the hosts sharp look. Cordy halted slightly, "Sorry." She apologized. "But I was their Princess, for like 5 minutes, and I never saw..."

"Cordelia, did you ever see Deathwok mating habits? In person or in some kind of art?" The host queried.

"Eww! No, why the hell would I watch demon porn?" Cordy declared.

"Because my dear if you had you'd know what you just put Fred through is considered a proper amount of foreplay by Deathwok clan members." The host answered. As the group approached an elevator bank. Which they entered. With Fred and Cordy at the back. Cordy's eyes widened at the implications. She then looked at Fred, who shrugged her shoulders, then nodded her head intently.

"In fact I'd wager Miss Burkle has grown quite used to having a certain level of **** in her sex." The host asked turning his head back towards the women.

"Yep." Fred nodded sagely.

The group exited the elevator into the medical level. The receptionist slut waved them through to the surgeons office. The host's guards taking up position by the doors. The head surgeon was waiting behind his desk. "I've started the nurses preparing the operating room, they just need to know what kind of implants are being installed?"

"Well Cordy, you heard him." The host prompted.

Cordelia's eyes narrowed, the Slut Mistress evaluating her trainee. "Give the slut the biggest fakest looking tits you can in a single go."

"Excellent. We'll get started right away." The surgeon beamed. a set of his lower arms grabbing a tablet and entering some commands. Two demonic orderlies appeared and escorted them away.

The pair then heard from Fred, "Can I be awake while you operate?" Her voice fading as they walk down the hall.

"I don't see why not." The surgeon answered.

The host waved his hand again and the prize wheel appeared. This time with only two choices. "You need to give this a spin now Cordy. To see if you stay here or need to move somewhere else."

Cordelia then spun the wheel that came up, pan-sexual. Which confused Cordy a little.

Sensing her confusion the host spoke up. "Pan-sexual means you'll have sex (or at least attempt it) with anything, even a tree. Not that we'd let her, this program has strict sapient only rules when it comes to sexual partners."

"That doesn't explain much boss." Cordy replied.

"Well, according to our medical scans and auguries. Miss Burkle is strongly heterosexual and whilst she might have sex with a non-human. Said non-human would have to be human male shaped, more or less, for her to even consider it. The Pan-sexual upgrade will remove those limitations."

Cordy started at the wall for an instant processing. Then asked, "So what do I do now?"

"Now you'll wait for Fred to finish with her procedures. I also had another motive for not teleporting her here. as an employee of the show, you get alteration credits. And now you know the way to the medical center. The next floor up is the salon and tattoo parlor. Above that is the offices and residential areas. Above that is the studio area."