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The District of Columbia
Aiden:
Serra Drosa
They could see Serra take a deep, cleansing breath, and hear her clear her throat. "They were most certainly not what I had in mind. But you did of course take my advice as I gave it, so I suppose I can't really fault you either." She smiled, and tried not to let it show how much she evidently enjoyed the sight of the two. She was saved from having to say more as the waiter arrived. At least, that's how it should have been, but between Eruraviel's abundance and Amanda's supernatural charms they momentarily became slackjawed.
The senator caught herself muttering a prayer beneath her breath to give the poor man strength, and he seemed to snap out of it, mostly. "A-Ah, yes, please, welcome! Can I start you off with some drinks?"
SINIB:
Eruraviel
The elf grinned and crossed her arms underneath her chest. "To start, fetch me a glass of your finest wine, as well as a glass of ice water. In fact, I'd like to treat my companions to a glass as well. Bring us the entire bottle to enjoy."
Eru's commanding demeanor surprised the waiter, who was left without words momentarily. But it was nothing compared to what happened next: she reached inside of her chest and withdrew a pouch of shining golden coins, dumping them onto the table.
"I hope whatever you have is suitable for my palate."
Bern:
Amanda
Amanda's attention snapped over to the waiter and flashed him with her brightest smile. "I'll have whatever my Master is having." Amanda nodded towards Serra to make it more obvious who this Master. As if it wasnt obvious with who was sitting in between the maids. "I'm confident you will present us with the very best of your service right?" She didn't even wait for the waiter to respond before her attention was back on Serra.
"It's a relief to hear you're enjoying our presence Master Drosa." Ah yes she lay it on even thicker, and this time there was no privacy barrier to protect Serra's social life. She'd be foolish not to enjoys this, the Chancellor of Pine Garden was here dressed up as a maid and calling her Master. That sense of power should feel even better sex, especially with the extra spiciness of patriotic revenge.
Aiden:
Serra Drosa
The waiter, mouth open in multiple flavors and shades of shock, while his hand took their orders down. He hardly recognized as the senator added her own order of coffee to the mix. He most certainly did not comprehend when Serra gave Amanda a Look, because he was too busy admirably multi-tasking between writing and gaping. "A-And will there be any appetizers for tonight to start you off?"
Serra coughed into her hand, and forced herself to focus on the menu again. "Well, since they will be both be having what I am - the boneless chicken wings with the honey barbeque sauce. I would suggest you go now," she said with a hint of warning to her voice that seemed to bring the waiter out from whatever reverie he was caught up in.
With a salute, he made his way far away from their table. The senator then turned her eyes back to Amanda. "I realize now that you are an agent of chaos. Do not think I am not on to you, maid." Then she looked to Eruraviel. "You do realize that is far overpaying, yes?"
SINIB:
Eruraviel
The young goddess puffed out her cheeks and stuck out her tongue for a moment. "I am ill acquainted with your so-called fiat currencies. I'd rather be overgenerous than miserly. I can always make more gold coins."
Eruraviel scooted right up against Serra, so close that the pointed tip of her ear was poking at the congresswoman's neck. "Have you given my proposal any further consideration, Mrs. Drossa?" Eruraviel asked. "And she is not an agent of chaos, she is my high priestess. That is to say, Amanda serves under me."
She turned to look at her wife and smirked, sticking her tongue out at her for good measure.
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