"I've heard a little about you from Layla. Although I won't dig too deeply into who you are, per her request, I can't just give you an identity without knowing who you are," Amelia said, locking her hands together on her desk.
"Given that Layla trusts you, I'm willing to make a very, very rare exception though. However, it won't be without some heavy restrictions."
"Aww, c'mon Amelia," Layla scowled, crossing her arms. Her breasts trembled as a result, the sports bra she was wearing doing little to inhibit the motion of her twin peaks.
Yet despite Layla's pleading, Amelia didn't let up in the slightest. "This is what I'm going to do. I'll give Kenny a temporary license and from there I'll watch over his performance. If he doesn't cause any issues for the next six months, I'll change it into a permanent one. Of course, all the demerits that come with a temporary license will still be there."
Just as Layla was about to open her mouth, Amelia raised her hand. "This is my only offer. If it was anyone else asking I wouldn't even hesitate to arrest them for making such an illegal request. Don't waste my time any longer."
"Fine," Layla pouted, puffing her cheeks out.
"Now then," Amelia continued, tapping her desk and causing a holographic screen to appear. She then flicked its side, causing it to rotate around an axis until it was facing Kenny.
On the screen was a standard application form. Blanks were open for his name, age, height, etc.
Of course, Layla and Kate already went over the form yesterday with him, so he was prepared.
"Just fill this out and we can get started."
* * *
An hour later, Kenny and Layla left the Association's building. Despite complaining so much to Amelia about the terms, Layla had a big grin plastered on her face.
"Looks like everything went according to my plan," she said smugly. "Although I thought Amelia would have you use a temporary license for only a few months, six months not that bad."
Kenny listened to her while holding a thin, plastic card with his face and basic information on it. In large letters at the top said "Temporary". Sighing internally, he couldn't help but think that Layla was much more devious than she appeared.
From the beginning, Layla had planned for Kenny to obtain a temporary license. While a permanent one had many advantages over its temporary version, there was one disadvantage that they couldn't ignore. It required the disclosing of one's true identity along with strict verification procedures for anyone who wasn't assigned one on birth.
A temporary license could be filled out in any way. Kenny could put a fake name, appearance, anything on it and there wouldn't be any issues. After all, he wouldn't be able to make any money with it.
However, that didn't matter. What did matter was that with it, Kenny could participate in the games and improve himself, anonymously on top of that. He could also increase his rank, a crucial part of making money. It was only that he wouldn't get anything from it.
He would first use the time that he had the temporary license to improve his skills and rank in the games and after that trial period was over, use the official license to make money in the remaining time.
It would be better if they could get Amelia to help them create a fake one that showed that Kenny was assigned one at birth, but that was unlikely. It would probably take a long time compared to directly changing a temporary license to a real one, anyway.
Kenny didn't know why he only had a year to repay the debt, but it didn't make a difference to him what Layla and Kate's reasons where. It was just making money after all, in a world where talent was everything. He basically was handed everything on a silver platter.
"So… do you have anything you want to do for the rest of the day?" Layla suddenly asked, stopping and turning to face Kenny as they started heading down the sidewalk.
Startled, he managed to stop right before he ran into her.
"Not particularly," Kenny replied.
"Well then, why don't you make a stop at my company with me? I want to do a quick check-up on something and it'll be good for you to see my work."
Kenny shrugged, showing he didn't mind. Smiling and turning around, Layla started to lead him to the building that represented her company.
After walking for nearly ten minutes, they arrived close to the outskirts of the city. In front of him and Layla was a rather small building, relatively speaking. Being only ten stories high, the bland structure didn't have a lot going for it.
Consisting of sand-colored concrete and rectangular windows, the building was surprisingly closest thing to what he saw in his past life. It could even be said to have a certain abandoned feel to it.
Entering it behind Layla, Kenny looked around only to find that none of the lights were on. With the sun as the only source of light, the industrial tiles and minimalist style adding an eerie vibe.
"Hey! Where are you all?" Layla shouted, not minding the silence in the slightest. It was only then that Kenny heard the sound of footsteps echoing in the corridor to his right.
Soon, the appearance of a short and slim woman made itself visible to Kenny. The woman was wearing a white lab coat, not unlike the one Kate wore when he first saw her, but in terms of proportions she was much more subdued.
With neck-length brown hair and a pair of large-rimmed circular glasses she looked at him inquisitively.
"This is…?"
"Yeah, he's the guy I told you about yesterday."
"I see," she said, nodding her head while her small hand held her chin. Looking up and down at him, she suddenly smiled. Turning around, she waved as she walked away, leaving just as soon as she arrived.
Raising an eyebrow as he watched the woman disappear back into the corridor she appeared out of, Kenny looked to Layla. "What was that?"
Laughing, Layla reassured him, "She doesn't mean anything by her behavior. In fact, I'm surprised that anyone even bothered to show up, considering how, umm, busy they all are."
Not explaining further, Layla motioned for Kenny to follow her into a different hallway. The two of them passed multiple doors, taking a few flights of stairs up before arriving in front of a large and flat metal door held together by thick bolts.
In front of it were two muscular woman, both dressed in what looked to be some sort of black leather armor. They were even taller than him, making Kenny wonder if they were even human.
However, what came to his mind foremostly that these guards were the two most covered up people he had seen since arriving in this world.
The armored pair surveyed both Layla and Kenny before stepping to the side, allowing them to access the door.
"Well then, we've arrived."
Saying so, Layla pressed a button on the wall and the door slid up, allowing a wave of obscuring fog to roll over the concrete ground.
Kenny couldn't help but hold his breath as a feeling of chilliness ran through him. Whatever was in that room seemed to be very important as even Layla wore an expression as if she were about to enter a battlefield.
Stepping into the room, the lights flickered on, revealing the room's contents.
On the walls of the vault, hung up like governmental weapons, where countless different dildos of all shapes, sizes, and colors imaginable.
"These is the products of our years of research," Layla said, her arms spread wide in front of Kenny as if she were showing him a revolutionary product. Perhaps it was, he certainly couldn't claim to know more about the world than her.
Nodding his head seriously, Kenny looked around as Layla continued talking, not that there was much to see besides the multitude of fake penises.
"Dildos will be a product that revolutionizes female masturbation and sex in general," she started. "While the time spend doing these things have declined in modern times, we plan to spark a fire of pleasure that will never end."
Looking at him, she said, "And to do this… you are essential, Kenny."
"Me?" he questioned. However, a few thoughts immediately came to mind just as he asked her.
"You have the perfect body. Unlike most males, getting an erection is no issue for you and with that massive, thick, vein…" Layla coughed into her fist, as if catching herself. "Anyways, I have to admit, I brought you here today on purpose."
Continuing to explain, a rather villainous grin forming on her face for some reason, "While these dildos are all good and verified through many trials and tests, they lack a great deal compared to your penis. So, to fix this disparity, I brought you here to have sex with the researchers as a means of conducting in-person trials."