Koyama had been sitting and staring at Jun in meatspace, her avatar elsewhere at
Hoshiko’s demands. Then one console fizzed out, replaced by an ancient-looking terminal. Something ‘tec’ was in faded letters at its side. She promptly then began typing on it,
“Enhance…” making sure Hoshiko could hear,
“Enhance…” then going for a third and fourth time. That avatar’s voice sounded more amused as she continued to say it. The audible clicks of the primitive keyboard are being heard by the other tigress. But no video feed, even as things began getting more heated.
“We have a pecking order, Cowgirl. One that’s a ladder. In which we climb over each other to get to the next rung. To prove our savvy in politics, a certain ruthlessness. And acumen that comes with a higher station. The lower one is, the less privilege one has.
And forced to adapt to show certain resourcefulness if we want what those standing higher have. Before taking their place and they fall lower for failing to uplift themselves. And to benefit the Empire. A bit Darwinian. But it works.”
She herself did so through business and the betterment of the Empire. Finding rare
earth minerals would be a windfall for her. Better sources of clean energy. But here she was now. On a mission, to save an Empress after her personal disgrace. Murdering humans, causing havoc on a
human world inside of a strip club.
“Some of my brothers have multiple women. Or men. I have stories…” trailing off then and answering Jun in meatbag-space. Her shirt twirling on a finger in the air as they were under thrust with her chair obscuring her from view.
“Mine are not as big as yours, Jun. You’re a literal walking Weapon of Mass Destruction to men and women the known universe over.” but she spun her seat to bore a hole into Wen with her eyes. Shirtless, braless, her flawless milky-white skin with her much more modest bust. But pleasing to see nonetheless. Or so those she had trained with had said. One of her legs crossed over the other. But, Koyama didn't rise to her feet to do what Jun had done.
“We are still living beings, Duìzhǎng, I’m sure my illustrious sister would by her show on
Wu Zetian give you a show of her own volition.” Refusing to say ‘Human’ as it’d be an insult to all Daiqin everywhere. “And we do like to be complimented and seen sometimes. My brother is damned to the bowels of a black hole for all I care. I make millions on my own and he’s content with a stipend.” Waving a hand she turned back to her work. Her shirt rose above her head, squirming back into it and tugging at the bottom to make sure it was down.