If anything, it was an upscale spa, and in a way, it was. However, instead of the massage parlor or hair salon that some might see elsewhere, this place had a purpose that was a bit different in mind. People were still pampered there, and appearances were still changed, but it was with a bit more... 'oomph' to it.
His company would work on the appearance of slaves, and not just in simple cosmetics. Rather, it would allow owners to alter their slaves in whole new ways. If an master wanted his slavegirl to have the biggest bosom around, they could do that. For a mistress that wanted it, they could shift a brown eyed slave to have blue eyes. Even the possibility of making a slave into an 'elf', 'alien', or a catgirl was basically possible. A few body alterations and a genemod later, the owner would have a slave that fit his or her desired image.
And that was something that he anticipated. He knew that a lot of owners would like to have slaves that were not real. They had to make due with what they did have, and even if they got a slave that they wanted, sometimes a bit of... alteration would work. Many would want to individualise their slaves, from fitting a whim, to creating a theme, people would come.
Of course, none of them would know that it was a Dark Kingdom plot. Little details like that wouldn't fit into an attractive brochure. No owner wanted to think that their slave would either become a minion of a world devouring evil, or that they themselves would be supporting this. Even if they only took the dark desires that might drive the change, they would have a stable power supply, as they'd get energy from the slave's helplessness, and the master's need for it. No one would realise what was happening until it was too late, and either the slaves became power conduits for dark energies, or turned into monsters themselves.
Imagining that future made him gain a dark grin. Humanity's own perverse nature would do them in, and even if the slave and master both wanted a change, they would never escape the darkness as the very equipment that did the change originated with the Dark Kingdom. And with the submission already pushed into the slaves, they'd be so much the more malleable.
Things like this made his job easy, and he couldn't see anyway that he could fail. He was not that fool Jedite, or, as he was called now, Jadeite. In his plan, there was no room for failure. Everything was set up with every detail thought out, from the 'salespeople' to the advertising. This might be the simple 'fake store' routine, but instead of leaving a trail of weakened or missing people, there would be nothing but happy customers. At least, that would be the case until the time was right, and when it was, it would be too late to stop them.
Until then, he could see no problems in his path.
Certain that things would go well, he turned so that his cap fluttered behind him and headed into the back while:
(Posted Sat, 27 Nov 2004 05:47)
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