“Alright, looks like your place is clean.” Jason told Flash when the sig-int tech was finally gone. “I suppose the mob intends to honor the deal I made when buying you. It seems unlikely that Porter will move before nightfall so I will have a look at the Marina and you can have some free time. Get your things in order, have a nap, do an oil-change, whatever you do to relax.” He allowed and removed the leash to let her run free. The collar stayed on as a reminder, though. “Here is some cash for gas, spare parts and the like.” He added and threw her a ‘golden arrow’. Flash was now in his employ and while all of her salary went into paying off her debt, she would need a little something to keep her car – and herself – running. “And if you are smart, you will also get a little something for me to play with.” He added and toyed with Flash’s body for a moment before he left.<br/><br/><br/>Flash didn’t need to know everything he did, so Jason used the time without her to do some shopping at the shady porn shop he had visited the day before. He picked some toys for the girl – as well as some restraints – and then approached the proprietor again.<br/><br/>“So these and these.” He put the goods on the table as the store was still old-fashioned and didn’t have an RFID checkout – probably because the customers here didn’t like the thought that their toys might transmit their product name or something. “And I would like to have a look at your special sims.” He added, picking a few more of the ‘trainining’ BTLs that he had bought previously. “These are really cool.” He told the proprietor. “The guy who makes them must know his business. Is there any chance to get in contact with him? I would like to order a custom program. Of course, there would be an agent’s commission for you if you could arrange a meeting.”<br/>