Waiting

To the casual observer she looked like an ordinary woman sat at the bar waiting for  a friend or even a date. A more astute observer might note that the steel necklace she's wearing looks almost like a collar. A true student of human nature might wonder why she was watching the door so intently. Was it excitement or apprehension that flashed in her eyes each time a new customer walked in.

However, it's very unlikely anyone would ever guess the truth. That the pretty young woman wasn't a woman at all. That she was until quite recently a grad student called Greg. Her pretty face and womanly figure the result of trillions of nano machines swarming in her blood all controlled by the harmless looking collar around her neck. Only the man she now called master can remove the collar or change it's programming.

Greg can only wait for him and try to obey whatever perverted commands he has next.  Maybe if she pleased him enough she'd win her freedom or (much more likely) at least satisfy him enough to avoid being changed any further.

She could only wait and see.