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Bern:
Amanda

"I believe caretaker is more accurate considering your airheadedness oh great Elf Maid of the Forest." But now it was her turn to smirk because it wasn't norm for either of them to pay, not in a setup like this. Amanda pocketed the bag of gold and leaned I'm closer on the Congresswoman so that she was squeezed in between their inhumanly charming assets.

"And someone so wise as you Erururu should know that it's the master who pays for the outings, and not the maids. Besides you should think of this as my first show of support, I don't dress like this for just anyone you know." Ah yes this was a setup most devious, something the Congresswoman couldn't possible refuse.

Aiden:
Serra Drosa

"It is currently Miss, for the time being. Thank you." She was gentle in correcting the elf, though her breath had caught for but a moment. Then she tilted her head to look Eruraviel in the eyes, short as she was. "Should I be worried about you flooding the economy with alchemical gold, Miss Eruraviel? I must, of course, consider all angles of a proposal such as yours before I commit to anything."

It was Amanda who suddenly placed her on the backfoot by getting close that way, her breath catching. It was admirable that she could push herself to maintain her composure at all like this, breathing deeply and powering through the worst of the sorceress' charms.

"Your... consideration, is of course noted. As is your capacity for making entrapment look charming." It was only a moment after this that she blinked, and turned her eyes to where the bag of gold had gone. Just for a second, before meeting her eyes again. "Though I find myself more interested in how you are keeping the bag from falling down your tops."

SINIB:
Eruraviel

"Are you threatening me, lady congresswoman?" Eruraviel flicked her ears and decided to follow Amanda's lead. She swallowed Serra's arm with her breasts, enveloping it inside the velvet mounds of elven royalty. "I can transmute most materials out of trash—surely you can see the benefit of such a power in bolstering both of our economies? Imagine how pleased your chipmakers would be to have a reliable and unlimited source of rare metals, for instance?" She leaned in and kissed Serra's cheek. She smelled nice, like the green forest, and of flowers fully in bloom.

"Flooding the market with gold is such an archaic and futile gesture in a modern world economy... plus, whether I decide to do so has no bearing on whether we sign a treaty—I'd turn it around and suggest a treaty would be the only way to stop me, were I to have the desire."

"Reach into my chest and pull out what you find inside. I think a small demonstration of my abilities is in order."

The elf was truly devious. Serra would at once be feeling the soft boingyness of her melons be made aware of the benefits Columbia would have to gain with this friendship treaty in one swoop.

Bern:
Amanda

Amanda couldn't help but giggle at the naivety of the question on how she kept the gold in place, and what her wife did right after just
made it more amusing.

"With enough will there isn't a thing in the world you can't entrap in your blossom, my Eru has a special liking for it." She nudged Serra towards the Elf, physically encouraging the Congresswoman to do as as the Elf had requested. "Go on, it's quite rude to turn down a Princess who's offering her cleavage, you wouldn't wanna come across as culturally insensitive do you?" Like a snake she whispered those poisonous words in her ear. It was a melody of utter madness, yet so sweet and tempting.

Aiden:
Serra Drosa

A hint of white peeked out from beneath Serra's lips like a curtain of ivory as the elven sorceress responded. "The senate will decide your proposal's fate." But then many things happened all at once, and many ideas were shared, and she was left with but a single free arm and a most decisively disadvantageous position. "One of the realities of politics is that, sometimes, you must do what is 'rude' in order to do what is correct."

The senator released a sigh, and then with some visible measure of trepidation took in their surroundings. The waiter reappeared with the wine and water, validating her concern, and then stared at them once more. "H-Here you are. Your uh, your wings will be out soon. Are you all ready to order entrees or will you need a few minutes?"

Serra waved him off. "Ask again when the wings are here. Thank you." With a stiff back, he made his way away from the table but kept shooting glances back until at the last one he caught a glimpse of the implacable stare going his way. Once he was gone, the senator turned her attention back to Eruraviel. "Let us make this quick, then."

Her hand reached in, and down, and vastly underestimated the depths to which it could sink. Her mouth fell open in surprise.

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