him a natural
six
him a natural for the master character. But they hadn’t done anything with a Dominatrix for a long, long time. She’d wanted a chance to be in on the kills personally for weeks.
Vidal pursed his lips, looked sour, but nodded reluctantly. “Not a bad idea, I suppose. How many victims are we talking about? All told, I mean. It takes energy to make the constructs, and it won’t be you who’s doing it.”
As if I didn’t know that. “For the first film, I’d say six constructs and two real kills,” she replied cautiously. “For the other three, I think the female-male needs a couple of extra real kills, otherwise the customer won’t believe in the doctor’s ability to overpower young men. But I wouldn’t put real kills in the same-sex flick at all; the situation itself is going to be enough of a shocker.”
Vidal nodded, after a moment of thought. “We ought to downgrade the same-sex encounters to bondage and torture. The fringe there is a lot smaller market, and I doubt it’s worth going after.”
She nodded, for once in complete agreement. “That was what I thought—and there’s more money available from the leatherboys than there is from the psychotics. The leather crowd never will believe that they can’t find some way to break our copy-protection.”
She rose, so that he followed her lead, subtly answering his superior attitude with body language of her own.
To recover his upper hand, he spoke first, with an order framed as a request. “Why don’t you set up your casting-call while I go pay a visit to Doctor Kelly,” he suggested. “And get me some parameters for the constructs. I’d prefer file personas, if you have some that will do; they’re a lot easier to make than brand new types.”
“I don’t know why file personas shouldn’t work,” she replied, already heading for the office and speaking