163 It is Still Alive!

Or maybe I should say, I have gained a thot. Not quite a slut, but more or less the same. Well, at least, this thot of mine can handle herself as well as make use of a gun. Better than most women, honestly, and that is saying something coming from me.

"Shall I continue to call you Natalie or what?" I question, and I have no interest in why she doesn't go by her real name. A slave by any other name is still a slave. My slave.

"Natalie," Natalie utters. "I only have one name."

I find her response somewhat intriguing. "Natalie, it is then. Let us go and find you a change of clothes, as you have ripped this one yourself. But before that, let me get rid of this corpse."

With a tap from my foot, I sent Eric into my Inventory. His brain might be bashed in, but I can still make use of his body. Quality corpses are rare to come by, and I think I just sounded like a Necromancer.

That is not a bad thing, as I do need a Necromancer. Their power to command the dead is just so very useful, especially when they are adept at it.

Natalie tenses up at the disappearing body right before her eyes. Or maybe, she cannot really hide the fact that she has orchestrated the whole thing from the start. Eric might have said something that she felt threatened by, but does he deserve his fate?

No idea, and I will let God sorts that out.

"H-how did you know?" Natalie utters.

I eye her. "If you are not good at it then don't do it in the first place, but I guess practice makes perfect, so I will let it pass. Try to con me again, or you will wish you have chosen death instead."

For dramatic effect, I flare my aura, focusing it on her. Just a little. Enough to make her feel the deadly pressure, but not enough for her to collapse into frightful state. Fear is such a good motivator.

"Come with me, and don't fall behind," I tell her and head out of the room. I can see fairly well in the dark, but Natalie cannot, so she should follow me closely.

Natalie can pass through the barrier of the Headquarter now, and she joins me in the next room across the hallway, where there are plenty of clothes to change into.

"Aren't you going to turn around?" Natalie asks after she picks out a set of clothes that likely matches her curvy figure.

I response by pulling out a chair and taking a seat. "I want to enjoy the show, and please don't tell me you have not striptease before."

Natalie has no choice, and she gives me a nice and long show. She obviously has the right amount of sexiness, and she knows how to use it. She also doesn't remove everything, as that would just ruin the show. Most women just take everything off, as they do not understand what makes it such a turn on.

"I must thank you," I thank her after she finishes changing her clothes. "It has not moved by anything of late, and I thought my libido is dead. So good job?"

Natalie smiles, and I think she has a nice inviting smile. "Do you want me to help you with that?"

"Minus one point,��� I chastise her. "A slave should not have asked, so do better next time."