Oh, looky there, seems the skimpy little human girls were<em>actually</em>guards. Giving the whole 'shakeup-shakedown' routine practically had Doll rolling her eyes, suggesting she'd be amused if it weren't for the fact she was going to meet her dragon debt-holder after she'd been in a legally-dead coma, dismembered, and then brought back, doubting this meeting was to have hugs or maybe a nice fuck. Still, she handed over her comm, and her radio, and spent the rest of the trip in the elevator calmly putting on her new underwear. It was odd, sticking her dick into an extradimensional space, but it was strangely comfortable, and unlike just freeballin' she didn't have to worry about things bouncing off her thighs or getting squished between them. The device was also exceptionally comfortable... she'd have to send a thank-you letter to Cy-Tech for their astounding work on this device.<br/><br/>Finally arriving at Floor 13, Doll's first instinct was to scan the room. Large room, lots of marble, lots of silver, chandelier above, monstrous bed, a literal harem of young women, six guards plus two she arrived with. Somehow not as intimidating as it probably should be, but then again few things were more frightening than her recent extended experience with death...<br/><br/>Also of note, boners were very easy to manage when they were in an extradimensional space, though she was only at half-mast; she had a little self-control, just a little bit...<br/><br/><strong>"I'd prefer Mrs. Dol; non-elves always get the inflections wrong,"</strong>she calmly replied as she took her seat, clearly not currently amused.<strong>"And yes, your daughters were quite entertaining and generous. Call it 'mother's intuition' or whatever, but I think they'd like it if you let them find their own playmates; they both seem to want a woman more... seasoned... and dominant... than the ones you surround them with."</strong><br/><br/>She hadn't laughed at his joke - she hadn't really been in a laughing mood for a while - and instead of reaching for wine or food, Doll instead had a hand quickly snap to one of the extradimensional pockets of her bandolier like she was reaching for a weapon...<br/><br/>...only instead of her secondary weapon, she instead had a cigar held up into the air above her head so it was clearly visible to the trigger-happy ones... and a lighter, which she flipped open with a flick of her wrist after she put the cigar betwixt her lips, the flame dancing around the distant end of the cigar. Made for a decent cover as she paid attention to the reactions of everyone in the room to the questionable action she took, be they guard or harem-girl. Besides, what was the worst they would do, kill her? Hah!<br/><br/>A few puffs of smoke and a replaced lighter later, and it was time to get this going.<br/><br/><strong>"Don't have a lot of questions really; I've been told I'm pretty smart, so I think I got a lot of this figured out,"</strong>Doll replied to his offer, holding the cigar with her mechanical fingers hidden by skintight suit.<strong>"Requests though? First is for water or juice; the anti-rejection drugs they pumped into me don't wear off for another day or two, and alcohol will mess me up. Second is for you to please inform your guards to knock off trying to intimidate and threaten me; it's not very cute, nor very effective when you consider what I used to do for a living.<br/><br/>"Third is to please, <em>please</em> not treat me like I'm some sort of fool,"</strong>she wrapped up, leaning forward in her seat with a flat look upon her face.<strong>"You didn't dump as much coin into me because you're <em>nice</em>, and I doubt it's because you want to fuck me considering I'm easily ten-times the age of those humans, quintuple the half-elves, and double the elves, all slobbering over your knob. So yeah, let's get to the nitty-gritty: what did you need me for?"</strong>