ITS finally here, the grand opening day of the the Gilead circuit , over the last month Cirox and his team had been carefully ,orchestrating for this and the day is finally here.
invitations had been sent across the mafia community of Italy and old European aristocratic families who are in business with most of the mafia families, various artists of influence and of course the big bad boys of Tokyo , everything was prepared.
the event's theme was Victorian Gilead era meets automata night, the theme was perfect modern ball themed with a finesse of cybernetics and automata and a touch of lust.
Cirox naturally arrived early at the venue , Cirox stood as a doctrine given form. His severe black Victorian suit, tailored to a penitent's silhouette, hid a network of copper-wire filigree that pulsed with amber light beneath the wool. A tooled leather waistcoat riveted to interface ports on his sternum. One hand was gloved; the other, a bare skeletal automata of alloy and ceramic, engraved with a Gilead Eye encircled by gears. His face was split, one sharp blue eye, one whirring amber optical implant , his outfit a fit that specks for the host of this grand soiree'.
The Gilead circuit after a month of structural renovations The Gilded Circuit is a cavernous biome of oppressive futurism, colossal pillars of transparent aluminum channel silent, The entire floor is a monolithic slab of reactive smart-glass, pulsing with a topographic glow that maps the room's heat and motion, and archways shimmer as vertical lakes of coherent light, no penny was spared and Cirox was pleased.Back stage , Suzzie was examining the spectacles of tonight. Each automata human girl was uniquely yet stunningly prepared and engineered for the business of pleasing they were artistic, most of these girls were low lives, strippers and victims of crime back at home, they saw this contract as a means , a chance to make a life and the price of replaced limbs that seemed immortal was a small price to pay for them yet.
Cirox and Suzie meet,
she spared no detail on her look for tonight Dr. Suzzie was a statement of razor-edged elegance, clad in a gown of matte black medical-grade latex that sheathed her like a prophylactic second skin, cinched by an articulated chrome corset resembling an exp-skeletal spinal brace. Luminous bio ware veins pulsed with soft azure light across her torso, mapping her own synaptic designs, her accessories are delicate silver surgical tools dangled from her ears and neck, and her black opera gloves were threaded with fibre-optic filaments leading to her fingertips. At her lower back, a discreet glass-panelled interface port glowed with diagnostic green, and her mirrored chrome stilettos tapered to points sharp enough to presenting her not as a guest, but as the diabolical genius surgeon of the evening's engineered desires.
"Aint you a wonder " chuckled Cirox as he approached her
you might as well make our guests bid for you instead"
almost sounds like you are flirting with me cyberetti" Suzzie playfully fests.
tonight i get to see the man you are Cirox, no more red tape, besides, it will be nice to see your family again, you , being an outcast , or is it an exile, forgive me I'm not sure which to go with, all i know Cirox , is you partner are more than meets the eye, I shall see to it my delivery is superb , i shall be seeing you later Mafia boy" Suzzie walks away smiling at Cirox as an assurance he need not worry about her delivering her part of the evening, besides, Cirox has his own long-term plans for Suzzie, plans which ensure he never has to answer to anyone in this undercity he is slowly re purposing into his personal office and playground.
its 8PM and now the guests start arriving, upon entry at the Gilead guests confirm their invites and proceed to the main ballroom designed stage and soon his family arrived,
his father couldn't attend so his siblings and their spouses were more than happy to attend, they wanted front row seats to the spectacle Cirox had engineered while on his exile in Tokyo's underbelly.
MARCELLO his older brother , heavier, with the weary eyes of a man who deals in concrete and blood. He sips an espresso as he feasts his eyes upon his brothers enterprise,
MARCELLO: (Without looking at Cirox) The family is so proud, Cirox. Davvero. Mamma cries every night.
CIROX: Tears of joy, I assume.
MARCELLO: Oh, sì. Joy. She lights a candle to Saint Anthony, patron saint of lost things, and prays, "Please, find my son's morals. They were last seen near his conscience." We are all… inspired.
CIROX: You wanted expansion. I'm expanding. The books have never been fatter. You should be kissing my ring, fratello.
MARCELLO: (Snorts) Your ring? The one you bought with… what do you call it? "Artisanal experiential procurement." We used to call it slavery. Now it's a business model. Che progresso.
CIROX: It's a contract. A choice. They choose a better life.
MARCELLO: (Finally looks at him, a flat, dark stare) You sound like a politician. Or a stronzo with a spreadsheet. I break knees, Cirox. I know what a choice looks like when there isn't one. But this… this chrome-plated whorehouse… Mamma mia. The boys are impressed. They think you're a visionary.
CIROX: And you?
MARCELLO: Me? I think you're a figlio di puttana with better lighting. But… (He raises his tiny espresso cup in a bitter toast) you're our figlio di puttana. The profit margins are… beautiful. So yes. We are bursting with pride. Salute. To my little brother, the devil in a three-piece suit.
CIROX: (Clinks his glass against the espresso cup, a smirk playing on his lips) Alla famiglia.
MARCELLO: Alla famiglia. God help us all.
Marcello is not one for big ideas, infact he culls ideas that come from Cirox, he knows who he is intensely but tonight , he was a signal of support from the rest of the cyberettis and this was all he needed at the moment.
the peak of the hour is her, Cirox hand over his glass to Varrio, who was pretty confident and stood tall this evening, Cirox proceeds to call his ball to announce the performance of the evening, he begins his speech but first calls the club to a still,
'Friends. Visionaries. Fellow architects of the imminent future. Look around you. For so long, we have lived in a world of 'thou shalt not.' A world of gray stone, of bowed heads, of stifled breath and suppressed… pulse. We were told desire was a sin. That the flesh was a prison. That transcendence was reserved for an afterlife we could not see.
I call that… a lack of imagination.
Tonight, we declare a new covenant. Not of restraint, but of revelation. We are not sinners. We are pioneers. We do not deny the flesh; we elevate it. We do not fear the machine; we merge with it. Our gospel is written in steel and synapse!
We are building a new city. Not of stone, but of sensation. Welcome… to the dawn of Automata!
But what is a city without its muse? What is a revolution without its genius? It is my supreme honour to introduce the woman who paints with neurons and sculpts with dreams. The divine architect of this new flesh… Dr. Suzzie!"
DR. SUZZIE begins...….." My creations are not servants. They are emissaries. They are the first citizens of our city. And tonight… they extend their welcome. Let the ceremony begin. She raises her gloved, fiber-optic hand. The music begins—a swelling, electronic reinterpretation of a classical ballet suite, infused with a deep, sensual bassline.
"Welcome to Automata City"
The dance is a stunning, slutty ballet of electrical whimsy. The performers move with impossible, synchronized grace, their forms gliding and locking into precise, geometric formations. Their movements are both alien and deeply, humanly sensual—a back arches, not just in a curve, but in a perfect, segmented parabola. A limb extends, joints rotating with a whisper of hydraulics, tracing lines of light in the air.
The choreography is a story of awakening. They begin as individual, flickering units, moving in stark, isolated patterns. Then, they connect. Filaments of light seem to arc between them. They intertwine, not with the softness of human limbs, but with the magnetic, clicking certainty of parts finding their whole. The dance becomes a playful, erotic circuit. It is whimsical in its inventiveness, yet undeniably, powerfully sexy, a perfect synthesis of the genius that designed them and the revolutionary future they heralded.
As the performance reaches its crescendo, the entire club seems to pulse in time. Cirox looks out, a triumphant smile on his lips, and murmurs into the roaring silence that follows the final, clicking pose:
CIROX then concludes: La Dolce Vita Elettrica. The electric sweet life. It begins now.
Applauds from all comers of the club filled up the room after this performance, this finally allowed the guests the freedom to let loose, and explore their curiosity, it was everything Cirox had hoped it would be, epic, stimulating and electrifying just as his nights with Yen always resulted in.
During this night, luxurious set ups were arranged for the guests who wished to access the automata girls, premium charged yet exquisite on all levels, Cirox deserved to celebrate as well.
Suzzie on the other hand had a surprise of her own to offer up for Cirox, she had curated a one of a kind tempting offer.
Cirox,Leaning back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face,Suzzie, "I appreciate your enthusiasm, but I'm not certain an orgy is the most appropriate way to celebrate our partnership. It might be a bit... excessive."
Suzzie,Leaning forward, her voice low and persuasive" Cirox, I understand your reservations, but consider the potential benefits. The orgy is already prepared, meticulously planned to celebrate our partnership. It's not just about pleasure; it's a symbol of our innovative spirit and our willingness to push boundaries. It's a unique experience that will set us apart in the annals of our partnership."
Cirox, Raising an eyebrow," And what exactly do you propose this experience will achieve?"
Suzzie," It will demonstrate our boldness and our ability to embrace new technologies. It's a testament to our forward-thinking approach. Furthermore, it will be an opportunity to explore the cutting edge of synthetic pleasure, something that could provide invaluable insights for our future ventures."
Cirox: (Considering her words, his expression softening) You make a compelling argument, Suzzie. But are you certain this is the right path for us?
Suzzie: (Nodding emphatically) Absolutely. The orgy is more than just a night of indulgence; it's a strategic move. By participating, we show that we are not afraid to explore uncharted territories, both literally and figuratively.
Cirox,Standing up, his decision made" Very well, Suzzie. If you believe this is the best course of action, then I am in agreement. Let us proceed with your plan."
Suzzie,Standing up as well, a satisfied smile on her face," Thank you, Cirox. I promise you, this will be an experience that will strengthen our partnership and pave the way for even greater achievements." She extends her hand, her voice firm and confident, To a successful and memorable celebration.
Cirox,Shaking her hand, his eyes meeting hers," To a successful and memorable celebration, Suzzie. Let us make this partnership a resounding success."
Suzzie, Her smile widening," Indeed, Cirox. Indeed." She takes his arm, her posture exuding confidence and excitement," Shall we proceed?"
Cirox,Nodding in agreement." Of course, Suzzie. Let us make this a night to remember, one that will solidify our partnership and open new horizons for us both."
As Cirox and Suzzie stepped into the opulent chamber, the air was thick with the promise of debauchery and the faint, metallic scent of advanced lubricants. The room was a playground of sleek, black surfaces and sultry, ambient lighting, casting everything in a seductive, shadowy form.
Suzzie, standing beside him, watched as Cirox's attention was fully consumed by the automata. She felt a pang of something akin to jealousy, but quickly suppressed it, focusing instead on the strategic importance of the night. As Cirox began to explore the depths of synthetic pleasure, Suzzie found herself increasingly sidelined, her presence almost forgotten in the face of the automata's allure.
The room filled with the sounds of Cirox's ragged breathing and the wet, sloppy noises of his exploration,Suzzie, despite her initial enthusiasm, found herself increasingly isolated. Her attempts to engage Cirox were met with a dismissive glance, his focus entirely on the automata. She watched, a mixture of frustration and fascination, as Cirox's pleasure reached a fever pitch, his body tensing and arching as the automata drew out his release with expert precision.
The night wore on, a blur of pleasure and desire, with Cirox at the center of it all. Suzzie, though present, felt like a mere spectator, her role in the partnership overshadowed by the allure of the automata girls.
Cirox, his eyes gleaming with raw, unbridled lust, turned to Suzzie with a smirk. "You see, Suzzie? This is what real pleasure looks like. With that, he turned back to the automata, his hands already exploring new heights of pleasure, leaving Suzzie to watch, her presence all but forgotten.
The night reached its end and just like that Cirox opened the world to automata through the Gilead circuit where at the right price pleasure is guaranteed discretion is paramount and all peculiarities are served and worshiped.
Cirox had to leave the club and headed back to the villa he drank and celebrated with his family on how the Cyberettis would finally conquer pleasure and enjoy on profits at the same time. it was a success or so he thought.