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SINIB:
Eruraviel

Eruraviel's ears trembled angrily—her nostrils flared, her brow furrowed. "Goodness no! Pine garden is a degenerate wociety which enslaves my brethren as toys! I could never support such a corrupt institution!" She sat back and crossed her arms under her chest, nearly causing her breasts to pop out of her loose shirt with the intensity of her movement.

"Amanda is my wife, my partner. But I bear no love for her district." She pushed the map towards Serra. "There is no lost economic output. Right now, they are, and have been for more than a generation, been held in bondage by breakaway states. You have much to gain by allowing me to assault them personally—replacing an enemy with an ally, engaging in the free exchange of trade and ideas, as well as having the most powerful archmage in the Nexus as a contact." She leaned back into her chair, having regained her composure. "I would be in your debt, Lady Drossa. And elves have long memories. We don't forget."

Bern:
Amanda

"Eru, I love you dearly but... you're simply not the strongest mage in the nexus, that's clearly me!" She played it off as a bit of banter to defuse the ridiculous boasting her girlfriend was giving. Claiming that was foolhardy at best when dealing with someone politically savvy, and Lady Drossa would definitely know who the true strongest mage was. It was almost as reckless as claiming to he the ultimate martial artist.

Then she turned to Drossa and smiled while pushing her own chest out so that the Congresswoman may get am even better view of her assets. It delighted her to no end that she was more of that kind of attention than her Elven companion. "Eru has some very pleasant uses for me when it comes to dealing with some particularly nasty problems. Our arrangement is not something you could just summarize as a deal." And she looks great in a maid outfit. Of course she didn't say that out loud, but getting to dominate her was such an absolute thrill and worth far more than any of the other services Eru could provide for her.

Aiden:
Serra Drosa

This time the senator's smile wasn't full of knives, but rather a warmer sort of mirth as she took in the pair's arguments. "It must be quite nice to find in your partner someone who can make such a claim to comparability, when you are at such lofty peaks of power. Or maybe infuriating?" She took another sip of that absolutely wonderful tea, and sighed in relief at it. "Well, I appreciate that you've both brought these proposals to me. How about this - let's hammer out the specifics over say... dinner? I know a very nice place - do you eat meat?"

SINIB:
Eruraviel

Finally, Eru leaned back into her chair and smiled. "I don't know what you've heard about the elven diet, but our vegetarian reputation is a myth. Meat would be lovely." She glanced at Amanda—she didn't know what, but her wife was fantasizing about doing lewd things with her. "We work closely together out of mutual affection and genuine rational self interest. An elvish state will not be a puppet of anyone."

Eruraviel stretched her legs and arced her back like a cat, taking a position for a moment that looked as if it would break her spine. "What sort of dress should we arrive in, Congresswoman?"

Bern:
Amanda

"The fatter the better right? Your metabolism always manage to astound me Eruru~" Then her gaze sharpened slightly as her fantasies came to an abrupt end by the seemingly innocent question from her wife. "Seriously dear what have I told you of your dressing down habbits? You should pick one of the dresses I suggested..." She sent her wife a meaningful look to indicate her seriousness.

That totally wasn't her wanting to see her own fetish play out, no not at all. And the message it would send to the Congresswoman would be interesting indeed. It would be an incredible powerplay and display of how solid the ties were between them, which would make Lady Drossa even more certain of working with them while also discouraging some underhanded tactics against them.

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