Ugh...

The Council is just as you remember it: a bunch of very self-entitled humans wanting to either prove their superiority or gain favor with you. From a brain-wave standpoint, it was terribly dull. After the mobs outside and the little pleasure-session you had with Song, it was like chasing italian cuisine with stale mush. You sat in a puddle at the end of the table, testily speaking when it was required of you but otherwise ignoring the sea of political maneuvering and calculating thoughts swirling before you.

Instead, you fall back on your established coping mechanisms. You focus on the Brazilian candidate near the opposite end of the table: Gabriella Pereira. She was in her late thirties, shoulder length dark blonde hair, decent shape, great tits. She was, in human terms, a MILF. She was also a passionate member of the resistance, though that was less common knowledge. She'd been scheming with them against you since you took control. They'd even managed to hinder you on several occasions, their ingenuity was quite impressive.

You were beginning to think she was getting a bit full of herself though. There were always more rebels, some even at this very table, so one less wouldn't detract from your fun. You think it might be time to bring Mrs. Pereira around to your way of thinking (so to speak).

Of course she also had a daughter out in the reception hall with her husband.

Hm...choices, choices...