"Wonderful choice, sir. Please take this card and head to the suite indicated. Your selected harem will be waiting there, with the option to summon more later. Enjoy your stay!"

With that, the android printed out a card from its palm, its monitor face displaying the room number indicated on there as you took it. You thanked the robot, which seemed to startle it from the kindness (though it might've been your imagination), and made your way down the halls—unable to resist ogling all the ladies you brushed shoulders with as you walked past. With some of them even bouncing their boobs or shaking their butts at you when they could. Maybe you could hire them for your harem, too? ...No, not yet, start with the bimbos you picked. Meet them, and see how they feel about their lives before hiring more. Ah, there's the door! The door to a VIP suite, at that.

You opened it up, and calling it VIP would be understating it—the room was probably as large as your house's floorplan in your dimension, with warm oranges and yellows filling the most of the designs on the wall. There was a variety of furniture, from a jacuzzi tub to a kitchen nook to a home entertainment center to a massive, plush bed. And on the bed were three women—definite bimbos, each with lingerie that barely covered their privates, with breasts and booties each rivalling their own heads in size. Utterly spellbinding.

As the door hissed closed, one of them, with dirty-blonde hair and cyan underwear, turned to look. "Ohmygosh! There they are!" She got up, running forward and letting her boobs bounce as she curtseyed. "Good afternoon, master! How are you feeling today?"

Flustered, you told her you were doing quite fine, as a brighter-haired girl with magenta lingerie walked up. "My, aren't you handsome. Probably the finest client we've ever gotten the chance to please," she noted, turning around and smacking her gelatinous ass."

"Ooh, is that a shrink ray?" The third, with red hair and a yellow bra-and-panty set, said in awe, bouncing in place. "That's amazing! It's been, like, forever since those have been on the market, hasn't it?"

"Seems we're in for something special," the magenta girl noted, playing with her panties' waistband. "Alright. I'm Angela. The girl in blue is Nova, and little miss yellow here is Zella. No need to tell us your name; just 'master' will work well enough for us."

You expressed concern about that, given what you saw on that kiosk outside, but Nova interjected—"Are you kidding!? This is great!! I mean, just look at the size of these boobies! And the folks here at the Red Light District have this real-fancy tech that keeps us from getting diseases and stuff. I can't even wrap my head around it!"

"You can't wrap your head around a lot of things," Zella taunted, making the platinum-blonde bimbo pout playfully as she fussed with her bra. "Don't worry about us, Master—being admired and felt up is what we were made for. If we didn't want to have our bodies on display, well... we wouldn't be here."

She kissed your cheek, and this encouraged Nova and Angela to surround you with her, making their boobs squish against you. Glad to know they're all as excited to experience you as you are them! Now, what's your first order of business...