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You decide to finally fix the engine. It was unanimously decided to bring in the workbench and the materials into the engine room instead of remaining outside. It takes some creative improvisation, but with Lunacy Savantae you were able to start fixing it.
However there is one person that decided to remain by your side.
"Master, is there nothing I can help you with?" Gerty was still standing in front of the entrance. You're tempted to just brush her off, and you know she'd be into that, but looking at your maso-bitch of a wife's pleading eyes awoke your desire to bully her. You stand up and push aside the chair you were sitting on.
"Go on all fours. Being my chair is your job now." You say. It takes her a moment to process your words, but the her eyes go wide and her face turns beet red. Almost reverently, she gets on her hands and knees and does as she's told.
"Aren't you gonna wear something to protect against the sparks?" You ask casually.
"I can take it." She says, voice trembling with excitement. You can tell she's pleased from her heavy breathing, and the redness on her ears tells you a story of how flushed her face must be.
"Suit yourself." You harass her a little more before getting back to work. She makes happy noises all the while.
Around an hour later and you're done. It's good enough to keep on the ship flying, though you did have to cut some corners. It likely won't be able to withstand any further tampering.
Gerty for her part seemed disappointed when you had to get up.
By the time you finally return to the mansion it's dark.
"Home sweet home, I missed this place!" Mel was the happiest to be back. Or maybe she was just grateful she didn't have to sleep on a mattress in a ship's room.
"I don't sense any ghosts..." Herta said.
"I still exist, you know!" Yumi exclaimed from your pocket.
Cattleya sniffed the air. "There aren't any weird smells here."
"Hey! Don't ignore me!" Said a certain ghost. You all proceeded to ignore her.
Your wives are tired, and immediately go back to rooms to sleep. Even Herta, after you graciously provided her with some 'protein desert' to eat and gave her a few affectionate slaps to her rear, was relaxed enough to sleep.
There is one particular wife of yours that has been restless, however.
