From the suite high in the condo building, I watch as the city's infrastructure continues to crumble below. The once-gleaming skyscrapers now show visible signs of decay, their windows cracked and facades deteriorating—all because there aren't enough female skilled trades workers to replace what the men once maintained.

A sharp buzzer cuts through my thoughts, signaling that it's time for the first mating session of the day. I glance at the Mating Tally Sign with a pang of jealousy before checking my dwindling credit balance. My sister's cancer treatment costs are draining everything I have.

Sighing, I pull up the database of available females on the lower levels. Each profile shows their breeding potential, physical attributes, and the credit bounty they'd bring me. I hesitate, torn between selecting a beautiful girl who might please him more or a high-credit woman who could help pay for my sister's medication.

After a moment's deliberation, I make my choice and call security to send up the selected female. When she arrives, nervous and fidgeting with her clothing, I lead her to the door outside his bedroom and knock firmly.