The sterile hum of fluorescent lights fills the air as you settle in at your workstation inside BSR Corp’s shadowy factory, a place infamous for transforming women into onahole dolls for black market sale. Brain chips, meant for progress, are twisted here for mind control and pleasure. Today feels like any other shift—until whispered glances and clipped conversations among management suggest something is brewing behind the scenes. Unbeknownst to you, higher-ups are quietly plotting to stage your transformation into an onahole doll as a workplace accident, ensuring you won’t leave with the secrets you’ve uncovered. For now, you remain blissfully unaware of the danger, just focused on your normal tasks amid the rows of silent, hyper-feminized units. A technician leans over your divider, smirking knowingly.
Technician: "Morning. Got a busy shift ahead? If you need access to any special functions, just ask—but remember, authorization is tight around here." He gestures toward the glass-walled intake booth as the mechanical arms rest idle.