Terry was a straight guy with no sexual or romantic interest in men. However, he did like the idea of a super-subservient maid. "Eve" he answered.
The old man chuckled. "Thought so. OK, Eve, do your thing."
Eve's mouth opened, and a long tongue darted out, with a needle and syringe at the end of it. It aimed for the terrified Denise, then quickly swerved and plunged into Terry's neck before he realized what was happening. "What?" he yelled at the old man.
The old man turned to Denise. "I love the expression they get once they figure it out. Like he really thought we were in the business of forcing people into suits just because they have asshole controlling boyfriends."
Terry's features went slack as whatever was in the syringe took effect, and the EVE model withdrew its tongue and walked toward him. When it reached him it split lengthwise and somehow enveloped the stunned and terrified Terry, then closed again.
The model turned towards Denise and gave a surprisingly fluid curtsy. "I am maid Terry. What are madam's orders?" Terry, feeling surprisingly whole and natural inside the EVE model, felt a deep thrill at the thought of making madam happy.