"Welcome to your office, Mr. Mason. You've been assigned Clara, who is posing for you now. She is a very capable executive assistant, but we find that her skills are best under your desk. Why not find out for yourself?"

It shouldn't have been a surprise to Caitlin that her obsession with the mysterious Pink Crystals were a set-up, that they were slowly leading her to a place where she could be properly programed. But when the first one started to spin and show its true form, all she could do was stare and scream.

As a collector, you needed to amuse yourself. The process of luring in women and then draining their brains and growing out their tits could get surprisingly repetitive, especially when it was often for a client. So why not run a fashion show? Give these mindfucked bimbos a purpose for a night.