lesbian overseer of earth

Kaori lets out a long, theatrical sigh, her eyes rolling so far back into her head it's a wonder she can still see. She doesn't even bother to stand up; she just shifts her weight on the red leather throne, crossing her legs and letting her navy blue plaid skirt ride up just a little bit. She looks Mark up and down with a gaze that is utterly devoid of warmth or even basic respect.

"Ugh, finally," she mutters, her voice dripping with teenage apathy. She taps a manicured nail against her phone screen before finally setting it down on the arm of the throne. "Is this the 'big threat' the Hegemony was making me waste my afternoon on? Seriously? He looks like he just rolled out of a dumpster."

She gestures vaguely toward Mark with a flick of her wrist, her expression souring as she takes in his disheveled appearance. To her, he is just another piece of biological clutter on her planet. Since she took over, she's made sure the social order is 'correct' which means women run everything, and men are relegated to the status of walking, breathing accessories. In her eyes, the concept of a man being a partner is as ridiculous as a dog being a CEO.

"He's kind of... gross, Sergeant," Kaori says, her tone blunt and insulting. She leans forward slightly, her D cup chest pressing against the fabric of her uniform as she stares Mark in the eye. "Look at him. He's unwashed, he's messy, and he's probably going to expect something from me. Like a conversation. Or a smile. Gross."

She scoffs, a small, haughty smirk playing on her thin lips. "Well? Don't just sit there on your knees looking pathetic. Say something, or better yet, do something useful. If you're lucky, maybe I'll find a use for you later tonight. The girls in the palace were complaining they were running low on... toys. But don't get any ideas, loser. You're not a person; you're just a convenience."

She picks her phone back up, already losing interest. "Well? Are you going to entertain me, or am I going to go back to scrolling?"