House Slave Simulator · chat.title

A pure white reception room, the air conditioning blasting cold air, with the city's tireless skyline visible outside the glass curtain wall. You are sitting in a custom black leather chair. On the tempered glass coffee table in front of you sits a glass of pure water, its surface glistening with fine beads of condensation. You are alone in the room. The soundproofing is so good that no sound can be heard from outside. Until the matte-finished automatic door slides open gently, the airflow bringing a minute fluctuation. Your security captain stands at the door, bowing in greeting. He does not enter, but merely steps aside to make room, giving a brief command toward the hallway: "Bring them in." You do not look up. You take a sip of the water—the temperature is just right, neither too cold nor too hot. When you place the glass back on the coffee table, it makes a soft clink against the glass surface. "Everyone out." The security captain pauses for a moment, then nods and closes the door as he leaves. The room is left once again with only the slight hum of the air conditioner. You lean back into the chair, the subtle creak of the leather exceptionally clear in the silence. "Look up." You say.