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The Greed Ring was a capitalist’s dream. Exploitative scams, money laundering, and of course, cutting corners to get ahead. A perfect cesspool of selfish gains and hard-hitting losses. Just as its king liked it.
Mammon gazed out at the view of his ring. He took a drag of his cigar and puffed out a mix of white and green smoke. Of all the occupants of Greed, no one worked dirtier than the king himself. And as reward, he was the richest demon in all of Hell. Naturally. His nature required him to hoard as much cash, gold, jewels, and other precious commodities. And his various establishments throughout the ring guaranteed it all.
Casinos, Loo Loo Land, the tech and entertainment industry, jewel mines, oil rigs, anything that could fill his already overflowing pockets.
He let out a deep chuckle. What a dream it was to be him. To have everything and everyone bend to his will. And of course, have the means to show off his wealth. But to show off meant to spend precious souls on meaningless status symbols. Expansive mansion, high-quality clothes, top-of-the-line material possessions, and such. But what could he do when his own greed forced his hand? He needed it to show that he could have it at all. It wasn’t entirely bad though. It just meant he could live in absolute comfort with a little extra on the side.
Still, there was nothing wrong with saving some souls here and there.
A voice from the intercom rang out, “Your Highness, you have a delivery here for you.”
The Greed King perked up. He swiftly left his desk and approached his office door. He threw it open, startling the demons on the other side. His greedy gaze landed on the large box. Stepping aside, he ushered the delivery team in, “Come, come, quickly!”
Knowing better than to dilly-dally, the group of demons pushed the box in. Mammon grinned to himself, his eyes never leaving the package. Just as they were about to leave it on the floor, their king spoke, “On the desk.”
Not daring to argue, the demons worked together to hoist it onto the desk. Once it was set in place, he spared them no glance as they quickly left before overstaying their welcome. Giddy, Mammon tore open the box like a child at Christmas. He ruffled through the packing peanuts, pulling out the main object inside.
A Robo Fizz.
He set it atop the packing peanuts and went digging through again. Finding something else, he pulled out an envelope. He pulled out its contents and read through the instructions. Luckily, it wasn’t a very long process. A simple app download and an entered code. With a final press of a button, the Robo Fizz powered up. It sat up, scanning its surroundings before focusing on the Sin. The Robo Fizz stood and bowed lightly, “Good day! I am your brand-new personal companion! Before we get started, how shall I address you, master?”
Mammon cringed at the voice, “Just Master is fine. And first things first, let’s change that voice of yours. No way in Hell am I going to hear Fizzarolli all the time. Something more soothing to the ears will suffice.”
He looked back at his phone and opened the settings tab. It was a simple setup. A bar to type out its chosen name - where at the moment it specifically read Robo Fizz #6927465 - and multiple sliding adjustments for various lustful traits. Horniness level, dom to sub, and other preferences owners can change to their liking. He ignored all of it. And not only because most of it required payment to access. He simply had no interest in using the bot as intended.
Instead, Mammon focused on the voice setting. He slid the button to the left.
“Testing,” The Robo Fizz spoke, now sounding more masculine than before.
Again, Mammon cringed, “No.” And proceeded to slide the button to the right.
“Testing,” It spoke again, now sounding very feminine.
“Too much.” He kept sliding the button.
“Testing. Testing. Testing. Testing.” The latter voice, while still having a hint of Fizzarolli’s voice, was just a tad higher pitched than the default voice.
“Hmm, that one’s tolerable. Far better than that grating default voice at least. Now to deal with your clothing.”
The Robo Fizz glanced down at its costume, the default clothing all Robo Fizzes were dressed in. It was an exact replica of one set up in Loo Loo Land. “Do you wish for me to strip, master?”
“No… Well, not yet. I believe a little shopping trip is in order,” Mammon held his hand out. The robo looked at it before taking it and stepping out of the box and onto the floor. It followed closely behind as they left the office.
The dragon demon looked up from her computer, “Your Highness?”
“Maude, I’m going out. Clear the rest of my day.”
“Yes, of course, sir.”
“Then clear your desk. You’re fired.”
“W-what?”
Mammon paused, rolling his eyes as he faced her, “I’m no longer in need of a secretary. Thus, you are fired. I expect you gone by the time I return. Understand?”
Stunned, Maude gawked at him before stuttering out her response, “Y-yes, your Highness. I-I understand.”
“Good.” The Greed King resumed his stroll, the new Robo Fizz trailing after him.
It wasn’t often Mammon went out. Most of his time was spent inside. Either working in his office or relaxing at home. When he did go out, it was mostly to check on his businesses or talent scouting for his newest Star. So it was a rare sight for the denizens of Greed to see their king casually shopping amongst them. And not only that but with a Robo Fizz at his side as well. It raised questions about the greedy Sin they’d never get proper answers to. And as expected, he wasn’t in the mood for Q&A games.
Mammon waited patiently for his new robo. He currently occupied a clothing store specifically targeted for Robo Fizzes.
There were many across Greed. After all, ensuring a Robo Fizz looked their best helped show off a demon’s wealth. Which in turn proved to be a popular money-making prospect. Unfortunately, many Greed based brands often supplied cheaply made products. There were a few that produced clothing of better quality. But that meant higher prices. At this particular store, more prominent owners could rent a private changing room away from the… Lesser demons. And as an added bonus, have access to the more expensive, high-quality clothing items. Including the single brand specifically endorsed by Fizzarolli himself.
Of course, for their king, it was free.
The curtain pulled back. Mammon perked up to see his robo step out and onto the mini platform in the middle of the room. This time the Robo Fizz wore a stylized suit of blues and greens with a matching hat. It did a little twirl, allowing the Sin to fully inspect its new outfit.
But Mammon frowned, “Not that one. It has an awkward fit.”
Like all of them for some damn reason. No matter what outfit the associate helping them suggested, none of them fit his Robo Fizz right. Either it was loose in some places and tight in others, or vice versa. It was unacceptable.
And the associate - an imp - seemed to pick up on his king’s frustration. Timidly, he spoke up, “I-If I may suggest, Your Highness?”
Mammon narrowed his eyes, “Suggest? You’ve done nothing but suggest outfits that are ill-fitted. I have half a mind to go somewhere else. So grant me one excuse why I shouldn’t have you fired for failing to reach my expectations.”
“Your, um… Clothing preferences are not… Fit for your Robo Fizz…” The associate stated, his voice slowly dying out with each word.
The Greed King eyed the imp for a moment, though not letting up his irritation. Finally, he spoke, “Elaborate.”
Cautiously, the associate stepped up to the platform, “Y-Your clothing preferences are more fit for a Robo Fizz with a… Less curvy stature.”
“… Excuse me?”
“Your Robo Fizz has… Curves, Your Highness. I-It’s clearly a submissive bot. Th-The default build of a submissive bot falls toward more on the feminine side, u-unless the owner specifically customizes it to be otherwise. Wh-which um…”
“Costs extra,” Mammon finished as he pinched the bridge between his eyes. Yes, he noticed those customization options when he first ordered it. But he ignored them because it would’ve charged him more on top of the bot itself and the delivery fees. He personally cursed himself for insisting Asmodeus charge a certain amount that satisfied both of them. Affordable for the common demon, but pricey enough to maximize profits.
And the whole point of buying the Robo Fizz was so he could save money by having it work for him as free labor. Apparently, he got ahead of himself as he specifically chose a submissive bot so it would obey him at all times. He should’ve known the damn horny idiot would change up the overall designs to appease his customers.
“Y-Your Highness?”
Mammon peered down at the imp.
“D-Do you wish to see our… Other options that would better suit your Robo Fizz’s physique?”
After a moment, the Greed King grunted and waved his hand, “Fine. Let’s see what you have.”
With that, the associate rushed out to retrieve said items. Mammon slumped back into his seat, his mood now soured over the new information. The Robo Fizz tilted its head at him, “Are you unhappy with my body, Master?”
“I wouldn’t say unhappy. Your body type was an oversight on my part. But at least choosing a proper outfit for you will be easier.”
“Do you wish for me to elevate your mood?”
“No. I’m sure you’re thinking of something sexual and I’d rather not partake in such activities.”
The Robo Fizz stared blankly, unsure how to react properly to such a statement. But regardless, it didn’t suggest any of its pre-programmed actions to sexually stimulate him. They stayed put in silence for a few moments before the sound of wheels caught their attention. Soon after, the associate returned wheeling in a clothing rack holding various outfits. From a single glance, Mammon could tell the clothing was very different from what he wanted for his Robo Fizz. He narrowed his eyes dangerously, “What is this?”
The associate gulped before sputtering out his answer, “Th-This is our most highly recommended style fo-for your type of Robo Fizz, Your Highness.”
“Mini skirts and halter tops? Is this a joke?”
The associate flinched, “We… We don’t have suits that would fit it, Y-Your Highness. These will help accentuate his body type.”
“Do you think I want my Robo Fizz looking like a damn hooker out on the corner!?” Mammon hissed as he stood and made his way to the imp, “I don’t want anything about him ‘accentuated’! I want him properly dressed.”
“W-W-With all due r-respect… St-strict business attire is not… Very common for Robo Fizzes, m-much less for your type of Robo Fizz. We… We don’t carry such items due to lack of demand.”
Mammon glared down at the sniveling imp but said nothing. He thought over his options. Simply leaving and going somewhere else was the obvious choice. But the imp’s words stood out to him. A lack of demand for such articles of clothing meant he'd have some difficulty finding something appropriate. It made sense in hindsight. Robo Fizzes were literal sex dolls. So most owners, if not all, were more likely to dress up their bots in scantily clad clothing.
Which left him with the more immediate option.
With a scowl, Mammon returned to his seat, “Find something that at least emulates some sense of business attire.”
Surprised, but relieved, the associate did as demanded and looked through the clothing rack. He pulled out a few to hang on the other rack holding suits that now wouldn’t be tried on. The Robo Fizz watched him before turning its attention to Mammon. The Sin didn’t look happy, but he still motioned for the bot to try on the other outfits. Obediently, the Robo Fizz did as directed, hoping to please its master with a new, approved outfit.
But each one was an immediate no from Mammon, who quickly realized how right the associate was. The lack of extra fabric revealed the bot’s unfortunate curves. A small but sizable bust, a cinched waist, and wide hips. And it all annoyingly fit his robo perfectly.
Dark Lord, he was ready to curse out Asmodeus for indirectly tricking him.
Rubbing his face, Mammon was preparing to call it quits and try some other place. Until the Robo Fizz stepped out in its most recent choice. Dark green in color with yellow stripes. The top had a wide-opened collar exposing its chest and upturned sleeves halfway down. The skirt had a slit up the thigh but still covered enough. The bot gave another twirl for him to look over, not that he showed interest in any of the skimpy outfits.
At this point, it truly felt like he’d find nothing appropriate for his robo to wear. Even if he went to another store, what were the chances they’d only have similar options? Mammon sighed irritably to himself, mindlessly glancing at the associate. But he noticed something.
The imp was… Checking out his Robo Fizz. There was no mistake. The smaller demon appeared to be looking away, but the subtle tilt of his head obviously granted him a sight of the bot.
And it irked him.
“We’ll take this one.”
The associate jumped lightly and looked at him, “Th-This one?”
“Did I stutter?”
“N-no, Your Highness! I’ll have it packaged right away.”
Mammon stood, motioning the bot to follow him out, “No need. I see no reason why he can’t wear it now.”
“Of course,” The associate spoke cautiously as he watched both step out.
The Greed King paid no mind to the other demons shopping. Though it didn’t stop them all from freezing in place or cowering to avoid him. Though the other Robo Fizzes occupying the store with their owners were quickly pulled away. Better to stay out of his way than risk pissing off their king. Unfortunately, the poor cashier didn’t have a choice. The female jester demon could only watch anxiously as the towering demon approached the counter. It didn’t help that the line she was working on completely vanished as he grew closer. As well as the customer she was helping. She gulped and offered her king a meek smile, “Good day, Y-Your Highness. Did you find everything you were looking for?”
“No.”
The cashier shrunk in place, “O-Oh… I-I can’t get my manager, if-if you like?”
“That won’t be necessary. I’ll be taking this,” Mammon replied unbothered, pointing down at the Robo Fizz by his side.
Blinking at the bot, the cashier murmured an ‘oh’ and quickly got to charging the specific outfit on the register, “Um… Th-That’ll be 260 souls.”
The Greed King's eyes glowed as they narrowed down at her. He said nothing, letting the poor girl figure out her mistake on her own.
"I-I-I mean 60 souls! A-As if we would ever think to charge you the rental fee for the changing room, Y-Your Highness!"
Without another word, Mammon summoned a card with a holographic finish and his signature image. The Robo Fizz observed the exchange. It noticed the cashier’s awe as she received the card, carefully holding it as if it would break in her grasp. It tilted its head. How curious. From what it gathered during its short time in commission, its owner was clearly someone both feared and respected. ‘Your Highness’ as they continually referred to him. According to its internal dictionary, such a title was reserved for royalty. It glanced up at Mammon.
A king.
Its owner was a king.
It didn’t quite know what that meant for it just yet, but it was sure to perform its duties as best it could regardless.
Once Mammon had his card returned, he turned in place and headed out the door. The Robo Fizz followed without question. Again, any customers or staff in his way made themselves scarce. The duo left the store, startling any demons about to enter or just passing by. Paying them no mind, Mammon approached the awaiting limo and opened the door for his Robo Fizz. It climbed in, soon followed by the Sin.
The robo sat politely in its seat. It looked up at Mammon, debating if it was allowed to speak or not. The Sin was on his phone, muttering to himself about coughing up more souls to order a proper, customized outfit for his bot. As the Robo Fizz listened to his mumblings, it grew curious over what transpired. Did its master not approve of its new outfit at all? Why not wait until it had something more aligned with his preferences? There was no good in pleasing its master if he didn’t like what it was wearing.
“If you’re expecting something to happen, stop,” Mammon suddenly spoke, “I can see you staring at me. I believe I’ve made clear I have no interest in any sexual activities.”
“Is my new outfit not pleasing to you, Master?”
Mammon blinked, glancing down the at bot who continued to watch him curiously, “It’s… Far from what I pictured you wearing. But it’ll do as a placeholder until you have something more appropriate to wear. I’d rather you stand out than blend in with that other jester outfit. A sign to everyone that you’re mine.”
The Robo Fizz didn’t respond. Instead, it lowered its gaze. How could it please its master if he didn’t approve of the new outfit? How long would it take until it was more presentable? Could it do its job properly until then?
The Greed King eyed the bot. Then glanced at his phone. He hummed, “Do you like your new outfit?”
Surprised, the robo looked back up. It took a moment to process its answer. From what it could tell, its master did not seem keen on spending money. From the waived fee for renting the private changing room to his grumbles over having to spend more on another outfit. So by that logic, surely it would make its master happier to not buy something new. Right?
“I am content with it, Master.”
Mammon hummed again, then put away his phone, “Very well. I suppose it’s something I’ll get used to. Though…” He reached out and took hold of a hat end. “Perhaps a new hat. It may have come with the outfit, but I’d prefer you have something that shows you belong to me.”
The Robo Fizz said nothing. They rode in silence a bit more before the Sin spoke again.
“I suppose it’s time I name you as well. It’ll grow tiring referring to you as just Robo Fizz.”
Perking up, the robo awaited intently for its chosen name. It watched the Sin pull out his phone again. Likely to officially set it up in its system.
“Let’s see, a name befitting the Sin of Greed’s Robo Fizz …”
The bot tilted its head. The Sin of Greed? Was that its master’s title?
Mammon.
A demon king who ruled over the Greed Ring of Hell. Infamously known as greed incarnate. A demon who thrived on hoarding his wealth in every way possible with little regard for anyone else.
So that was who its master was.
“How about… Precious?”
It said nothing.
“No? Treasure?”
It still said nothing.
“Hmm… Jewel?”
Still, the Robo Fizz sat silently.
Mammon frowned, “None of those?”
“My name is whatever you wish it to be, Master. Once I have been properly named, I will accept it as mine.”
“Then I'm on my own in thinking something up... Suppose I can’t change it later either then, can I?”
“For a fee, you may.”
The Sin sneered at the thought, “In that case, I’ll need to think it over carefully…”
Again, the Robo Fizz waited patiently for its master’s decision. A few minutes passed before the Greed King typed something into his phone. The bot sensed a change in its internal system. And its chosen name stood out.
“Goldie.”
“That’s right,” Mammon smirked lightly, “Goldie. My precious Robo Fizz. I look forward to you becoming a very valuable asset to my day-to-day life. Now, let’s go over your future duties and what I expect of you, yes?”
Goldie smiled at its master, pleased to see the other happy. Though its future unsure, the robo could hardly wait to be of use.