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She’d been waiting at the school's entrance in one of her favored dresses, sipping a Martin martini. Barbaric country, in her opinion, but they knew how to make a dry drink. Let that say what it does. A hush fell over the campus, Daddy Moon or whatever washing the world around her in an ethereal glow.

As always, Gwendolyn started these tentative meetings in the evening alone.

For a time, she had gotten in the habit of having guards nearby during such late excursions, but ultimately determined they were too noisy. Disruptive and cocky too, which Gwendolyn couldn’t abide when she was trying to make her appearance as non threatening as possible. She’d had two or three close guards for a time back in the undercity. But since coming to Utopia, she's determined that she is far more effective here as an outwardly singular object. Soft and demure. That made sense to her. People who dealt in iron nails and sharp teeth rarely noticed the wallflowers in the room unless they flaunted their petals.

It was a rarity for her to be in the field much these days; yet she’d never forgotten how easily the most basic human needs could change the tides of business. The perfect placement, bated breaths, siren eyes, a well-timed brush of her fingers. By all means, Gwendolyn knew she was beautiful, at least by what those around her said.

There was something inherently dehumanizing about the fact that someone's first impression of her would be sautered in its entirety to the randomization of two humans' DNA. But, like any tool in her workshop, Gwendolyn knew how to use it. Today’s grouping would be no different; the location left plenty of opportunity to hone vanities edge to her advantage.

With the warning whisper of hooves clacking in the distance, Gwendolyn savored the last of her drink and passed it off to the servant closest to her, then shooed them off.

It was nearly the hour of playtime.


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'Speaking' #E56717 'Thinking'