Capital City, Caris (XX)

Caris rolled out of bed and took the cup of coffee handed to her by her android butler. With a sigh, she looked out her massive window onto the cityscape before her. Another day to spend keeping up appearances, working her unearned executive position in the company to make her father look good. Empty hours. Empty life.

"Would you like your clothes for the day, madam?" the android asked, interrupting her reverie.

Caris looked down at her naked body. "No, not yet. Just leave them on the bed and go."

"As you wish, madam." Then she was alone. She slowly sipped her coffee while she glanced through her news feeds, then headed for the bathroom. She flash-showered (much as she loved the old-school kind, she rarely allowed herself the time for it on weekday mornings), then selected her day's makeup on the vanity selection screen. While it loaded, she looked herself over.

Basic brown, chest-length hair. Basic brown eyes. Small, skinny body. Almost flat chest. Light, unadorned skin. Pretty face, but nothing that stood out. Just a rich girl - and without that, nothing that made her special. She sighed again.

Caris hit the button to apply her makeup, then turned and left. Her gray business wear was laid out on her bed, with basic black underwear and basic black heels. It was all so boring.

Something snapped in Caris, and she hurled one of her shoes against the opposite wall. She was so tired of this life. Someone else's life, really. All to support her father. All to continue the family's wealth. All about the Darian legacy. She was so fucking tired of it.

And so, Caris Darian decided she was done. Done being a drone, done being basic, done being bored. She had her own money, she was an adult now, and she could get out. She would get out.