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I don't describe the woman on purpose. The rest of her looks are saved for later on. this is only the prologue, remember.

“Max.” the slouched young man suddenly stood erect, pushing his thick glasses up his narrow nose. His light blue eyes met hers for an instant before sliding down her body and staying at her feet as she had previously instructed him to do. She let her blood red lips slide into a small smile. Good boy. She stood up from her throne of obsidian.
“Are they complete?” she inquired, letting her hand fall on the arm rest of her flamboyantly dark chair, her pale fingers thrumming against it, her crimson nails flashing in the moonlight.
“Yes.” He responded his eyes beginning to drift upwards, obviously trying to get a glimpse of his prize. She snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor. Men were so easy to predict.
“Eyes down. Show your respect.” She reminded him, her voice so cold it could freeze fire, had she wished to do so. Max obeyed immediately, and his eyes dropped to the floor. She took a small breath then continued. “And they are flawless, as agreed?” she asked, taking another step towards him. He quivered in anticipation.
“Yes. Flawless. Unbreakable. Not heat, nor cold, will leave a scratch. They have no mind of their own, are unable to make decisions by themselves. They are only able to do; and they will only do as you tell them… my love.” She raised an eyebrow. He was bold. A few of them were. Well, good. That would make this more enjoyable. The bold ones would do more then stand there and quiver in her presence. They tended to make things a bit more… fun.
“Call one in.” she ordered. He dared a glance at her face, and flashed her a handsome shining grin.
“Only you can do so.” Came his response before he turned his face back towards the floor. She couldn’t help but smile at that.
“Very well.” She purred. “Tell me what to say?” she leaned forward, letting her index finger find its way under his chin and tilting his face towards her. Her face was inches from his, and she could feel his suppressed excitement throbbing through his skin.
“You activate them by calling their names. If you want to call a multitude of them, refer to them as drones 1 from 2,777. You can call any amount you wish to. For example, if you wanted to call fifty, you would say ‘drones 1 through 50 come in through the left entrance’ or whatever you wish for them to do. Does this all make sense?” he explained with a small shiver of desire. She smiled at him.
“Very much so, yes. Thank you, Maxwell.” She stroked his cheek with her thumb, and said, without taking her eyes off of his: “Drone one, enter.” There was a pause. Nothing happened. Max looked confused and the woman rose herself away from him.
“Need I be more specific?” she asked. Max shook his head.
“No, this is enough. It should understand…” he looked nervous now. But then, it came. The door opened and it stomped in. Seven feet of seemingly human flesh, glowing red eyes. It parted its lips, revealing teeth as sharp as blades.
“Master.” The creature hissed. It was a terrifying sight; muscles rippled down its no clothes arms, veins bulged blue and green under frail looking skin. It blinked at the stunningly beautiful woman and let out a small anxious growl. It’s body was like a man’s… only… different. There was something bear-like about the beast, something undeniably feral. It’s extended canines and scream-worthy claws were evidence enough of that. It sniffed the air cautiously. The woman laughed at her new toy, and slowly walked forward until she wasn’t even a foot away from it. She was pleased with her pretty pet.
“Hello.” She stroked its cheek and even this man-made creature, filled with anger, hatred, and violence, couldn’t stop it’s shiver of desire. Her beauty was that destructive; it could corrupt machinery.
“Master.” He replied, looking down at her. “What are your wishes?” She dragged her finger along his face. “I have none at the moment. You are dismissed.” She replied. He nodded slowly, and turned, leaving the two of them in the room, alone.
“You have done well, Max.” she commented, her back to him. Her sensitive ears heard him rise from the floor.
“And my prize?” he asked. She laughed.
“You may have it now.” And with that, she turned to him, her eyes glittering dangerously. He walked up to her, and she grabbed him, pulling close.
“Cherish this.” She whispered in his ear. He sighed, and she continued “For it will only happen once…” he closed his eyes, and she pulled off his glasses, tossing them casually to her side. With that, she pulled his face close to hers and kissed it.