Mirajane Strauss from Fairy Tail

“I’ve been hearing some interesting things from the girls who visited you,” the Mirajane , who entered the room, stated as she stood in the doorway. You instantly notice that she had a blindfold over her eyes with large scars that peaked out the top and bottom; their angles indicated that the scars crossed over her eyes. Across most of the visible skin on her arms and through the slit in the slit in the side of her leg and cleavage were perhaps dozens, maybe hundreds of scars, marks, and burn scars.

“Good things I hope,” you reply as you try to stop looking at her scars and note other things I saw. I could tell that her yellow dress was fairly well maintained; some cuts and patches here and there but it wasn’t as ragged as most of the outfits the other amazonian tribe members had.

“They have been saying how you got them to talk about her history despite only talking for a few minutes,” Mirajane said with an odd tone. “Why is that I wonder?”

“I have a ‘charming’ personality,” you say grinning widely. You recall when registering your supernatural abilities, you learned that part of your plant abilities included pheromones that made those attracted to you a bit more understanding and happier around you.

“Speaking of ‘charming’ , are you perhaps using charm magic on them?” She asked you.

“No, I have pheromones, if they like me, it helps nudge things along,” you say openly admitting it. “If they don’t, it doesn’t affect them. It’s always on.”

“So if they told you all that they did, I think your ‘pheromones’ might be nudging things along a bit too much,” Mirajane sniped at you.

“They relaxed and as long as it wasn’t too bad they told me when I asked about the tribe,” you replied.

“They sounded a lot happier afterwards,” Mirajane admitted. She moved inside and the door closed behind her. “Why were you and your team flying around in that airship? I don’t think the so-called Prime Worlders would care that much about trash. And your airship was too put together to be salvaged from the trash.”

You gave her a wide overview of what Rein Corp does, your job, and their business model. “A bunch of assholes don’t bother following the law regarding getting rid of their slaves and so the company assigns an office to a Trash World. We have regular patrols looking for people who wound up here. We found a group of mermaids altered by the waste and even a little girl who was thankfully well protected by a Big Daddy.”

“You got rid of the mermaids?” Mirajane said in shock. “They have been attacking anyone who got close to that poison lake.”

“The doctors got them back to their normal, non-radioactive selves,” you claim, recalling the sight of Pinkie singing a full blown musical with the healed and sane Ariel when you had entered the office this morning. “Ariel is now singing and asking all sorts of questions on the surface world.”

“Hmm,” Mirajane made a little noise as she thought of what you said. “So they can heal the things the Prime Worlder do to their slaves?”

“Scars are an extremely common thing to get rid of, a bunch of Prime Worlders don’t know how to treat their characters after their activities(both sexual and otherwise) and most don’t bother getting a dedicated healer,” you reply, hoping not to set her off. “And then there are those particular assholes that scar on purpose.” She touched her blindfold before getting an angry expression.

“Don’t you know it's rude to bring up someone’s scars!” She humphed at you, pouted and leaned forward with her hands on her hips.

“Sorry, figured I would confirm how you got them since I figured you didn’t get them tripping over a Lego.” You apologized quickly as Mirajane gained an aura promising ****.

“Well, now you know,” she said grumpily . “You mention laws? Are there laws regarding the treatment of your slaves?”

“I’m guessing you want to know to get some kind of ****,” you say calmly before quickly mentioning several laws as her evil aura flares. “Prime Worlders absolutely cannot harm or even threaten a pregnant character. Both pregnant characters and married ones get nearly full citizenship. Characters can only be modded using legal mods by authorized stores. Broken or dead ones need to be placed in character bins so that they can be revived/fixed and sold on but don’t tell anyone I said that. Prime Worlders are not allowed to send characters after other Prime Worlders.”

You take a deep breath as her aura triggers your fear response more. ”And any adult activities must stay within Adult authorized zones or in the privacy of your own home. I have a really nasty neighbor who torments his characters; tried to get him arrested because the **** was so horrible. The police only made him put up sound and telepathy blockers and now I only if someone was hurt when he puts out his character bin and I have my Katara heal as many of his victims as we could but he sometimes just puts them in his trash so I miss them.”

“Wait, wait!” Mirajane says as her aura disappears. “You’ve tried to help some of the slaves?”

“Yeah?” You say unsure while your fear slowly fades away. “I don’t really get why some assholes do what they do but if I can help them I will like my mom and dad taught me. Especially from bastards like Butcher Phil.”

“Phil…?” Mirajane said insensibly. You looked at her in concern but before you could ask she cut you off with a question.