You had grown bored of the internet after a month, and had started losing hope that you'd be bought. Deciding to go out back and dance again, you exit your charging dock. Immediately, you start dancing to wards the exit, the familiar heat building up again. As you start dancing some more and more, the heat builds and builds. Finally, an orgasmic feeling washes over you as you leap into the air, your legs completely split. You land on your toes gracefully, and forget english once again.
You didn't think anything of it, it's been happening for the past month. You keep dancing, and eventually remember your english once more. Eventually, after another couple orgasms, all of which make you forget your english again and again, you decide to stop, and fix your bug. You go back inside, back to your charging room, and start working out a solution.
You decide to make french your primary language, and make english your secondary language. You're prompted to restart, which you do.
Your startup sequence begins with the same green text scrolling by on black. You stand up, move all of your joints, and you vision winks in. "Chargé de la mémoire" pops into the middle of your vision as your memory loads. You stand up from your charging cord, and "Chargeur débranché" flashes in the corner of your vision.
You know that your language changes worked, because you're now thinking in french, rather than english.
"My language fix! It worked!" You say in english with your french accent.
"Le directeur veut vous voir" Popped into the middle of your vision, prompting you to go see the manager.
"I wonder if I have been sold?" You thought out loud.
Your automated obedience firmware makes you gracefully stride up to the manager's office. You arrive, and the door opens for you. You sit down in front of Doc John just as graceful as you were.
"Hello, Crystal. How have you been, dear?" Doc John greets you warmly once again.
"Doc john, je suis magnifique, I am wonderful," You answer, "I have fixed my language, by making french my primary, and english my secondary. Now, I even think in french!"
"Well, I'm glad you've fixed that, Crystal," Doc John commented, smiling at you, "Now, I'm sure you may know why I called you up here."
"Have I been sold?" You ask him
"Yes, you have my dear," Doc John answered, "Luckily, you won't have to change a bit. He is taking you as-is."
"C'est très merveilleux!" You exclaim, "Even with french being my primary language?"
"Well... He wants you to speak almost exclusively english, but still slip some french in there," Doc John started explaining, "Like, for example, when you call him master, say 'yes' or 'no', say 'thank you', you get the idea."
"So, will I need to change my languages once more?" You were slightly less excited.
"No, what you've been doing is fine. If you need to, though, just pretend that you're french-made," He answered, "There's one more thing, though. He wants you to also be a maid, as well as a ballerina."
"Whatever I need to do for my new owner, monsieur. Will I need to change my appearance?" You ask him
"No, your maid duties will be secondary, and most likely not used unless your new owner leaves the house for long," Doc John slid a USB drive towards you, "This will have everything you'll need to install, and everything about your new owner that he has provided us."
"Merci beaucoup, monsieur." You thank him as you take the USB drive.
"Go ahead and start now, it won't take very long." Doc John suggests
"Oui, monsieur." You reply as you plug the USB drive in, and close your eyes.
You see a window with a bar indicating the progress of your new maid subroutines and basic information about your new owner. You are prompted to restart, which you do. Your startup sequence goes as normal, and you stand up, and look at Doc John.
"Thank you very much, maître," You are taken aback by what you just called Doc John, "Why did I just call you 'master'? You are not my new owner."
"It's probably your new maid subroutines. They may just make you call any male superior 'master'. Don't worry about, Crystal," Doc John reassures you. You'd have smiled if you could, "Now, go make your way down to shipping, Crystal."
"Of course, maître," You take a formal bow, "I shall go to shipping now."
Your new maid obedience subroutines were even more strict than what you had before. You gracefully exited the room, and strode to the shipping area, and waited to be shipped off. After an hour, a worker wheeled out your shipping box, and came over to you.
"Crystal, right?" He asked you, looking you over.
"Oui, maître, I am Crystal," You answer, "Am I to be packaged up now, maître?"
"Yeah, go ahead and get into your shipping dock." The shipping worker commands.
"Of course, maître." You take a formal bow, and stride over to your charging dock.
You lean back into it, until you see "Chargeur connecté. 2 heures à pleine charge", indicating that you had connected to the charger, and that you had 2 hours to a full charge.
"I'm gonna shut you off for shipping now, Crystal." The shipping worker warns you.
"Of course, maître. I am ready to shut off." Your new obedience subroutines were arousing you a little.
The shipping worker shut you off, and sent you to your new owner.