South America

As the craft settled on the ground without so much as a bump you slide on a technical looking belt around your middle. You didn't need it to survive earths atmosphere but it helped energize you and keep you hydrated. It had the bonus effect of looking "cool" by earth standards. Or so you'd been told. A knock came at the door.

"ENTER." Approximating human vocal cords wasn't difficult but you had a hard time getting the finesses properly with your flabby shape, humans were very sensitive to sound.

Your attendant, Song, entered the room promptly, bowing quickly at the waist before rising. She was human, most of your staff on earth was since most of the other races had trouble handling so much oxygen (or in the case of the Uthreii, so little). You knew from melding with her nervous system that she was fully devoted to her job and to you, in fact she felt rather attracted to you (you maaaay have tweaked a few little things while you were in there). You also knew that she was considered very attractive by her species: she was asian, had shoulder-length black hair, fair skin, dark brown eyes, and was rather tall for her gender at 6', not an inconsiderate amount of which was her shapely legs. That was the other thing you loved about melding with sexual creatures, you saw them in a whole new light. She wore a conservatively long black skirt extending over her knees, black high heels, and a black jacket over a white blouse. Her hair was pulled up in a perfect bun behind her head.

"Sir. The escort has been prepared and is ready to drive you to the counsel meeting, Sir."

"WHO IS IN ATTENDANCE?"

She holds out a tablet which you grow a thick tentacle to take, caressing her fingers as you bring the mechanism to your "eyes." In truth you could feel the EM frequencies coming off the screen just fine, you just wanted to see her reaction to your touch. You are not disappointed by her shudder, quickened breathing and heart-rate. She quickly gets herself under control as you feign ignorance, pretending to study the list of names.

"VERY GOOD. MORE THAN HALF A DOZEN REPRESENTATIVES. THEY MUST BE WARMING UP TO ME."

That got a strained smile from Song, "Sir, I don't think it's a good idea to presume that. There's a lot of anti-alien sentiment in the world right now. I...I would feel better if you gave our PR people more time."

She was so adorable when she was worried for your safety. If she only knew how un-killable you really were... but that would take all the fun away.

"FEAR NOT SONG. I MUST SHOW MY SELF EVENTUALLY. THEY'LL NEVER LEARN TO TRUST ME OTHERWISE." You fervently hoped they never did, keeping rebellion going on worlds like these was what kept a good portion of you entertained while the rest was drudging through interstellar space.

Sliding along the metal floor of the transport you pause at the door, Song shifting nervously by your side. You take the equivalent of a deep breath and flick the panel to open the door.