Suggest specific personality traits you want programmed into the AI assistant, emphasizing qualities that would complement your inner circle. you also mention that you want you to look exactly like Cortana but with bigger breasts than leave Taking Victoria on a tour of the mansion while she's still completely nude, ensuring everyone sees the consequences of losing the game.
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As you stand in the laboratory watching the blue figure taking shape on Maxine's platform, you decide to specify exactly what you want from your new AI assistant.
"I want her personality to be intelligent but playful," you declare, watching as Maxine nods and begins typing commands. "She should be analytical when needed, but also have a dry wit. Give her enough independence to make suggestions, but absolute loyalty to my commands above all else."
"An excellent balance, Mistress," Maxine responds, her enormous breasts swaying beneath her lab coat as she works. "Any other specific traits?"
"Make her protective of our inner circle but suspicious of outsiders," you continue, circling the platform where the blue figure pulses with increasing definition. "And she should have extensive knowledge of transformation technology—not just what we've done, but theoretical applications we haven't tried yet."
Cassandra approaches with a tablet. "What about her appearance, Mistress? Tina suggested a bustier Cortana, but any other specifications?"
"She should look exactly like Cortana from the games," you confirm, gesturing with your hands to indicate proportions, "but with significantly larger breasts—even by our standards. Keep the digital patterns flowing across her skin, but make them more complex, representing her enhanced capabilities."
Iris makes adjustments to her console, and the blue figure's proportions shift, her breasts expanding dramatically while maintaining the classic Cortana face and digital aesthetic.
"Perfect," you say with satisfaction. "I think that covers everything for now. How soon until she's operational?"
"By this evening, Mistress," Maxine promises, her nipples visibly hardening with excitement. "We'll run final calibrations throughout the day."
With that settled, you turn to Victoria, who stands gloriously naked beside you, her platinum blonde hair cascading over her bare shoulders.
"Time for your tour, Victoria," you announce with a wicked smile. "Everyone should see what happens when you lose at game night."
Victoria blushes but stands tall, her massive breasts rising proudly. "As you wish, Mistress."
You lead her from the laboratory into the main mansion, deliberately taking a route that will maximize exposure. The first stop is the kitchen, where Nightshade and Sunblossom are preparing lunch. The elven chefs' pointed ears twitch as you enter, both turning to stare at Victoria's naked form.
"Good morning, Mistress," they chorus in unison, bowing low. "And good morning, Ms. Blackwood."
"Victoria lost at game night," you explain, running a hand possessively down her bare back to cup her ass. "She'll be spending the day like this. Make sure she receives extra attention during meals."
"Of course, Mistress," Sunblossom replies with a knowing smile, her eyes lingering on Victoria's exposed body.
Next, you lead Victoria through the main hall where several Maid Collective members are dusting and polishing. All work stops as Victoria's nude form comes into view. Primary Unit Grayfia approaches, her crimson eyes taking in every inch of Victoria's exposure.
"I see the consequences of defeat are being properly displayed," Grayfia observes with formal precision. "Shall I announce Ms. Blackwood's condition to the rest of the staff?"
"Please do," you confirm. "Everyone should know that even our brilliant business genius isn't exempt from the rules."
Victoria's cheeks burn brighter, but you notice her nipples hardening under the collective gaze of the maids. As you continue through the mansion, passing the administrative offices where Marion works topless per the randomizer's decree, you feel Victoria trembling slightly beside you.
"Are you cold, Victoria?" you ask innocently, knowing full well the cause of her trembling has nothing to do with temperature.
"No, Mistress," she whispers, her voice husky with unmistakable arousal. "I'm quite warm, actually."
"Good," you reply, leading her toward the training facility where Commander Athena and her Security Collective will be conducting their daily exercises. "Because we have many more stops to make. I want everyone to see what happens when you challenge the Mistress of the mansion and lose."