You sit in a soft leather chair behind your desk in your penthouse, at the top of your arcology spire. Glancing over through a large glass window in the room, you observe an open-air section of the arcology. It's a lovely, warm day today and plenty of people are outside enjoying the nice weather while it lasts in even skimpier clothing than usual. Your head slave, Kit, sits in the corner of your room on a small slave bed--close enough to render aid if you so need it, but far enough away to af...