A date with Itachi (romantic misogyny)

"What if we sent her to seduce a target instead?" Asked one of the council members. "She is a beautiful young kunoichi. It wouldn't be at all out of place."

Which was true, of course. Women, being generally weaker and less resilient than men, had to find other ways to make themselves useful for the village.

Where shinobi could make do with power and competence alone, kunoichi were often encouraged to make harness their good looks, to use their feminine charms, and entice men. In the Academy, boys got extra taijutsu classes. Girls, on the other hand, learned how to arrange flowers, be polite, and look pretty.

Maybe, if the Uzumaki girl wanted to be owned and fertilized so badly, they should make her work for it.

...

Naruko, like a good kunoichi, took her mission without question. The fact that she had no experience whatsoever in the art of seduction, or that butterflies fluttered like mad inside her stomach, was beside the point.

She would finish her ramen, make the bastard's older brother fall madly in love with her, and prove to everybody that Uzumaki Naruko could most certainly do seduction, goddammit!

She studied him as they dinned together, an uncomfortable silence filling the air. Well, uncomfortable for her. Itachi looked at ease and composed in his silence, consuming his food in a calm cultured and manner, every inch the aristocratic clan head.

He looked damn good, she had to admit, even when compared to Sasuke. His hair was long, dark, and sleek, with onyx-colored eyes, body, lithe and graceful, but of manly proportion, with hard muscle showing beneath his clothes.

"What do you want, Uzumaki?" Itachi's deep and smooth voice broke Naruko out of her daze. "There must be a reason for inviting me here."