To your scheduled meeting

Sophie: "Mreow. Lousy ministers, can't handle a little politics on their own. But hey, I've pleased myself and my servants already, I should spread the love!"

So you head towards the conference room at which you were supposed to be an hour and a half ago. Your ministers seem less than impressed, but are well aware of your capricious tendencies, and maintain their composure.

Prime minister: "I'm glad to see you've graced us with your presence, Your Highness."

Sophie: "Spear the pillow talk you buttwaft. What the hell do you need me for? I thought you guys were on solid ground."

Prime minister: "We certainly are. However, Queen Philia of the planet Mckasa has requested to meet with you."

Sophie: "Can't the girl phone me or something? Fucking hell with this formality..."

Prime minister: "Rest assured we notified her of your preferences to meetings."

Sophie: "Good. When will the meeting take place?"

Prime minister: "Queen Philia is already awaiting Your Highness in your Royal Office."

Sophie: "Very well."

You head through to the other side of the conference room, where your Royal Office is situated. Indeed, here you can see Queen Philia, also a young catgirl, sitting patiently and unaccompanied by her usual throes of servants and body guards. She rises from her chair to greet you.

Philia: "Sophie."

Sophie: "Philia. What's the dealy-o? Why'd you wanna meet me like this all of a sudden?"