after arriving on Themyscira you head to the throne room
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The drop ship docks smoothly at the orbital station. You stride through the gleaming corridors toward the teleportation platform, Power Girl and Wonder Woman flanking you. Diana's expression brightens noticeably as she realizes your destination.
"We're returning to Themyscira, Lady Jane?" Wonder Woman asks, her aristocratic voice carrying unmistakable eagerness.
"Yes," you confirm. "I want to enhance what I've already created there."
The teleportation flash deposits you on the island's pristine beach. The late evening sun casts golden light across the Mediterranean waters. You walk the familiar path toward the palace, observing Amazons training in the distance—their enhanced curves moving with hypnotic grace as they practice combat maneuvers.
Inside the throne room, Queen Hippolyta kneels before her golden throne, wearing her cage bodysuit that frames her enormous breasts and exposes her curves. Her crown headdress glitters in the torchlight.
"Divine Empress," Hippolyta greets you with reverent submission. "How may I serve?"
"Summon all your warriors," you command. "Every Amazon on the island. I'm adding to their transformation."
"At once, my Goddess." Hippolyta rises gracefully despite her restrictive outfit and sends messengers racing through the palace corridors.
Within thirty minutes, the throne room fills with transformed Amazons. Thousands of warrior-dancers crowd the vast space, their revealing leather and metal outfits barely containing their enhanced figures. Platform heels click against marble floors. Their eyes fix on you with absolute devotion.
"My warriors," you announce, your divine voice carrying to every corner. "You've embraced your new purpose as exotic dancers. Now I'm perfecting that transformation."
You adjust the Servant Gun to modify their existing programming. The parameters are precise: arousal triggers tied specifically to pole dancing, escalating stimulation leading to orgasms, enhanced stamina allowing continuous performance despite climaxing, pleasure feedback loops that intensify rather than diminish their dancing abilities.
"This enhancement will make your pole dancing transcendent," you explain. "When you dance, you'll become so aroused that you'll orgasm from the movement itself. And you'll keep dancing, keep cumming, experiencing pleasure beyond mortal comprehension."
The Amazons exchange glances—excitement, curiosity, and eager anticipation evident in their expressions.
You fire the Servant Gun in a wide arc, the beam washing over the assembled warriors in waves of brilliant light. Their bodies tense as the new programming integrates. Several gasp audibly. Others bite their lips, clearly feeling the modification taking effect.
"Test it," you order. "Show me what you've become."