The following day, Elunara sat at her desk in the SI:7 office. She was flipping through the report making minor notations as her operative stood there fidgeting. Eyeing the normally confident operative, she considered the report. "Everything seems to be in order, what is the matter with you?"
"It's not the report, ma'am."
"Your next mission..."
"Not that either."
"Spill it, Janet. I don't like hiding."
"I'm not hiding. I just don't know how to ask..."
"By opening your mouth and speaking the words. I am not a mind reader. "
"Well..." She fiddled with her fingers for a moment before straightening her shoulders. "Ma'am, I would like to request a change to my rank and mission grade."
"Is that so? And why should I grant you a promotion now? What do you have to offer the service that I don't already have?"
"Ma'am, I want to do your kind of mission."
Elunara hid her surprise through years of training. "Why?"
"I've studied your methods in the library, and I've read everything you have written. I think I'm similar to you, at least... in certain ways. I don't believe my emotions to be dead, or locked like yours was, but I do believe I am capable of putting them aside for the good of the mission."
"Interesting claim." Her eyebrow went up. "What is the most you've had in a single day?"
"Three. I tried for four, but they weren't interested. It is slightly difficult to find willing candidates when they have appointments. However, if I was given the chance, I'd gladly take on more. Some of the incidents in your reports are so... so... delicious." Janet licked her lips.
Elunara cocked an eyebrow. "Well, then you would have to be tested, see if you can hold up."
"I've even thought of a codename."
"Oh?"
"The Slut."
Elunara chuckled. "You're treading on dangerous waters."
"Isn't that the point of being an agent?"
Within the week, Elunara had everything set up. "Here's how this works," She strolled over to Janet. "I am the master here, and you are my little captive." Synching the ropes tight, Elunara bound Janet's hands behind her back. "You will be tied up and subjected to my every whim. The men I have selected for you are used to my crazy schemes and follow my directions to the letter. You will have no idea what I plan for you, and my men are not allowed to break character. You've read my methods, so I don't have to explain myself, nor do I really intend to. We'll make this as authentic as possible, and you have to prove yourself.
If you can't handle it before I'm finished with you, your safe word is taco salad. You know why it's weird, don't bother asking." She ran a finger under the woman's chin. "For the next however long I decide, you are my toy, and the entertainment of my men. Are we understood?"
"Yes, mistress."
"Good girl. Do us a favor and show me some fear, you're entirely too comfortable."
"P-p-please." Janet worked up the tears. "Don't hurt me."
"Workable. I'll show you better body language later. The ability to summon tears at a whim is a handy skill to cultivate if you continue in my line of work." She wiped one of the tears away. "Not everyone can pull that off. Now, for your initiation, I've decided to more than double your current experience. Seven of my favorite men are waiting in the room to have at you. Last chance to back out."