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The District of Columbia
Bern:
Amanda
"Seriously, couldn't you've put on a bra?? Your nipples are showing." It was a bit hypocritical of her to say considering how short her own skirt was, but the Elf was breaking social codes left and right without realizing it. As for her she really did enjoy that she was getting even more attention than Eru, it was making her feel quite smug and accomplished.
"I don't go here very often." She sighed as she changed the subject. "Everyone here either hates me cause of the history between our places, or they don't recognize me and want to fuck me... or both. Don't get me wrong, an aggressive hatefuck can be fun but they're so pushy here and egocentric..."
As she talked she lead her girlfriend to a very fancy gourmet restaurant. It wasn't very hard to get a table there, not when you were as rich as she was. "But the first thing you should do here is stuff yourself with their famously fat food. How do you think I got to like this?"
SINIB:
--- Quote from: Bern on May 16, 2021, 04:19:12 PM ---Amanda
"Seriously, couldn't you've put on a bra?? Your nipples are showing." It was a bit hypocritical of her to say considering how short her own skirt was, but the Elf was breaking social codes left and right without realizing it. As for her she really did enjoy that she was getting even more attention than Eru, it was making her feel quite smug and accomplished.
"I don't go here very often." She sighed as she changed the subject. "Everyone here either hates me cause of the history between our places, or they don't recognize me and want to fuck me... or both. Don't get me wrong, an aggressive hatefuck can be fun but they're so pushy here and egocentric..."
As she talked she lead her girlfriend to a very fancy gourmet restaurant. It wasn't very hard to get a table there, not when you were as rich as she was. "But the first thing you should do here is stuff yourself with their famously fat food. How do you think I got to like this?"
--- End quote ---
Eruraviel
The elf looked down. Her pert nipples created small little nubs through the thin fabric of her tank. Her fat ass strained against her denims, and her breasts almost billowed out of the open side of her shirt.
The points of her ears trembled in consternation. "Hmmm." She replied. "I guess I could have. I don't really own any nice ones." She looked up, glancing around the city. The Columbians were mostly going about their own business, milling between their towering glass spires atop their cement pathways. The pair were receiving glances, but for them, the attention was actually rather subdued.
"A big war happened, right? They fought an um-successful revolution against Pine Garden, when their goddess manifested for the first time?" The thought of Amanda getting dominated by others, well, it rubbed Eru the wrong way. The tips of her ears trmbled and she pursed her lips in mild annoyance. "I hope it's as good a dish as you've described, I always love eating out and trying all sorts of funny human dishes!"
The elven goddess grabbed Amanda's hand and pulled her towards an open booth instead. "And what is this seating contraption? It looks most appealing!"
Aiden:
The State of the Union
Many things shaped policy in the months that followed the brief incursion into Columbia territory by Americana and her pursuers. Word of the abrupt regime change in Halloween Town had reached the district in fairly short order as the being responsible was not precisely the subtle sort. Neither were the swarms of reanimated bodies that had replaced the iconic pumpkin guardians at the borders. That, and what had quickly become clear to be some manner of false flag operation using outdated Columbian surplus hardware, continued to give fits to all public facing institutions as they filled the public's ears with conspiracy and speculation.
The incursion by heretic forces so soon after the attack of the killer pumpkin monsters had taken priority over a neighbor's instability. Nobody had claimed responsibility for the attack, but the Columbian Intelligence Agency had secured intel suggesting it was Alaban or Jirali forces who had sought to point a finger at non-humans and corrupt the will of the public accordingly. Measures had been drafted, rejected, and redrafted repeatedly in the legislature over the appropriate response.
The public was furious - they wanted war. They just didn't have a clear consensus about who to fight or how - yet.
One woman had a very clear idea for exactly who, how, and when they should be fighting - and she was drafting up her next proposal to convince her colleagues of it.
Serra Drosa
The young senator bit at the end of her pen as she considered the wording. She was sitting at a cafe across the lawn from the capitol building with a cup of warm tea, wearing a modest dress and comfortable pink sweater for the colder temperatures of the mid winter months that had overtaken the northern districts. Gloves covered her hands, which rose once in a while to wave to passerby and constituents.
But mostly, she bit at the end of her pen in frustration.
SINIB:
Eruraviel
Too soon was Serra's reverie broken by the sudden appearance of a curious elf. Eruraviel wore little, too little for the cold. A simple skirt that failed to cover her ass, and a tank top which did little to disguise the immensity of her braless chest.
Stranger still than her garb were her actions, however. She was standing on the tips of her big toes, sniffing at the air with trembling ears. Soon, she approached, leaning down to the sitting congresswoman's eyelevel before grinning.
"You have an interesting smell to you—humu, I see." She clicked her tongue and smiled. "You too are a woman of masculine additions, and..." She cocked her head at Serra. "I believe I recognize you, as well. The firebrand young congresswoman in charge of the war caucus?"
Bern:
Amanda
A hand came down chopping on the head of the Elf before she could cause any more embarrassment, or cause an even worse incident to occur. Amanda retracted her hand and bowed as much as was required for seeing another person of stately affairs. The mage herself was also lightly dressed , perhaps showing even more leg than her companion by virtue of wearing a miniskirt. Although her shirt did cover up her top more even if it was form fitting.
"I'm terribly sorry Congresswoman for her behavior, my companion is not used to our customs." She felt underdressed yet she pushed on with the formalities, even tho she probably just flashed her underwear for half the café when she bowed. No scratch that, pretty much the whole café would already be ogling her because of her charms so any potential exposure like that wouldn't change much. Diplomatically speaking she couldn't do anything but accept her apology, Amanda was nominally above her in station and by apologizing this blatantly it would make for a bad image to reject it.
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