"I'm Amber, by the way." Amber introduces herself.

"Nice to meet you, Amber. I am good for prey, but I would like to get someone in your belly to keep me out of it. As for making up for letting you out, I was hoping for sex, if that's not too forward." You explain.

"Well, if that is the case, I know a place we can do both. My house, it's round the corner." Amber replies. She leads you down the street to the end of the road. At the end stands a large mansion. You had always wondered who lived here.

"So you're the eccentric billionaire who owns the mansion." You exclaimed in surprise.

"Technically, yes, he is right here," She says and gives her tit's a squeeze. "I used to be his maid. I thought it would be an easy cleaning job straight out of college. But the guy got a little handsy. I made him a deal he could have me but then I would have him. He couldn't resist. After that, because he lived on his own, with his staff in a legally separate dwelling for tax reasons, his house now belonged to me thanks to the new pred laws. I kept most of the staff; some joined their master. Jeeves, the butler, is technically the only original staff member left. Not all of them ended up on my body; some went on to better things. I set up a trust with the billionaire's money and top it up by selling stuff from prey. Jeeves helps me hire new staff. There is a clause in their contract, and it's advertised very clearly in the job description. All staff must be willing to be digested by myself of Jeeves for poor conduct or any other fireable offence. Also that if staff volunteer to be digested with good conduct or without a fireable offence, then their next of kin would be compensated from the trust to the amount of one month's wages. Fireable offences include attempting or succeeding to digest myself of Jeeves." Amber explained as she lead you to the servant's quarters.

"Jeeves, I am having a lover over to the house. Please ensure we are not disturbed. Furthermore, we require either a volunteer or a low performer to keep me from going praying mantis on my lover." Amber said in a mock posh accent. "Jeeves loves the formal tone it's our inside joke.

"Very funny, Miss Amber." A middle-aged, well-dressed man, presumably Jeeves, replies in a real posh accent.