Dr. Tarington put away her cigarettes and wrapped her arms around Ennea, snuggling her close.  "She's trained for combat, although it seems she's not a match for you."  Tarington said appreciatively, leaning forward a little bit.  "What would you like to eat?  We could stop by a fast food place on the way to the lab, or we could even get reservations at a... bondage club."  The doctor said, noting that Elohim likely wouldn't be welcome in most fancy restaurants.<br/><br/>"Just one thing."  Tarington purred, a bit of light flaring from the tattoo on her arm.  "Women below a certain age<em>hate </em>being called Ma'am."  She said with an intense yet playful gleam in her eyes, sending a powerful shock through the collars of Ennea and Elohim.  The mad scientist laughed as Ennea squrmed and squeaked, trying hard to avoid doing anything agressive towards her master.  She already knew the price of such defiance.