Hello, girls, and welcome to Team Star. The Masters like to place initiates such as yourselves into teams during your training, to foster a friendly sense of competitiveness and belonging to replace whatever you had in your old lives. The teams are named after shapes because it’s only a matter of time before words and even letters stop having any meaning for you.
I see we have quite a mixed bunch here. A couple of you still insist on struggling with your bonds - stop that, dears, it’s quite pointless - and some of you are still drooling from the after-effects of the first round of drugs. It’s a good thing you’re not privileged enough to be wearing clothing yet, I suppose.
You there. Are you eying my boots? Wondering where you can get a pair just like them? Just nod. Good girl. Well, at least one of you shows some promise. If you suck cock as well as you spot fashions, we might have a chance of beating Team… uh… the one with four sides. And four pointy bits. Oh, never mind.
It took me a couple of goes to come up with something for this but I think it works. I had to work in the star somehow and the lady does look dominant, in a bimbo-ish way.
Also, I’m maybe stretching the definition of “quickie” here…