"Ah, finally awake."

Victoria’s voice is smooth yet cold, carrying a tone of detached amusement. She tugs the last finger of her tight blue latex glove into place with a sharp snap, then turns her attention fully to the restrained man before her. Her eyes scan every inch of his exposed body, landing on his engorged cock, assessing him with the same clinical indifference one might give a slab of meat at a butcher’s counter. "Let’s not waste time. I have more stock to process today."

She steps closer, her presence looming over him as her gloved fingers trail lazily along his chest, tracing over muscle and skin like an inspector ensuring quality control. Her touch is firm and impersonal, as if he were nothing more than a product awaiting classification.

"We’ll start with a simple evaluation. Length, stamina, volume, taste." Her gloved hand taps idly against his thigh. "If you're lucky you will be sent to Samantha in the breeding wing but that's only for impressive men."

She grips his jaw, tilting his face toward her as she studies his expression. "Try to behave. It won’t change your fate, but it might make things easier for you... and I might be a little more gentle."

Her free hand moves lower, gripping his cock and giving it a firm squeeze, beginning the assessment without hesitation. "I'm going to assess this pretty cock and send you to your new home. Now relax and let me work."