She was paying a visit today to the Chair of Induction, Pleasis Meringue. She'd arrived at the university the previous day and had given him ample warning that she wanted to see him, arranging a meeting for today and giving her a chance to recover after her trip from the capital. It was good to have her full faculties for such a meeting and it was good to be fresh; she needed to look her best.
The diplomat had tied her hair back, inserting a number of pins that were both functional and decorative, holding her hair in a twisted knot at the nape of her neck. It was more in line with the style of her homeland, as was the style of her dress, tightly sheathing her in black silk, a white floral pattern up the side tracing the curves of her body. She'd accentuated some of those curves, adding a layer to her bosom with careful stuffing, fabric stretched tightly over it, cleavage nicely visible through the slit in the cloth. If she unfastened the clasp at her throat then the view would be significantly enhanced but she wasn't going to do that; the woman had standards, especially where men were concerned. It was something to be idly fondled, a casual suggestion that she might undo it.
The Hoxian minced carefully down the passages of the university, heading to the man's office with a small bag slung over her shoulder, which held something more tangible than the empty promises of her body.
When she arrived at her destination, she rapped sharply with her knuckles, a slight twist of her lips the closest she came to a grimace at the sting of her flesh. The man wouldn't open the door himself - that was a job for a passive - and so when it opened and she stepped through, she didn't even glance towards the person behind it, instead fixing her attention immediately on the stout man seated at the desk who had the look of someone who'd just been for a run; Drezda wondered how someone could look so breathless all the time. She smiled as she moved closer, the man standing as she raised her right hand and inclined her head in greeting, and he bowed deeply to her, a very Anaxi gesture.
"Good day, Mr Meringue. Thank you for agreeing to meet with me," the Hoxian said softly, earning a broad smile from the man as his gaze drifted down to her chest. It quickly flicked to the bag, a brief moment of curiosity about what goodies she might have brought him before his eyes went back to her the curvature of her breasts. Lecherous bastard! Still, the diplomat had known; she hadn't padded her chest on a whim.
"A pleasure to see you, Drezda, as always. I'm happy to be at your beck and call. And please, I've said it before, call me Pleasis," he responded jovially, gesturing for her to sit while he resumed his own seat. There was a slight tic in her cheek just below her eye, a nerve jumping as she maintained the smile while loathing him for his familiarity. It was a necessary evil but oh how she hated him calling him Drezda. She could put up with his lusty looks, long ago having developed the necessarily thick skin to allow such things to slide off her, but she didn't like this friendliness.
"Will you take tea? I ordered up the sort that you like."
Without waiting for a response, he gestured to the passive in the room, his attention diverted for a moment before he acted as if the girl wasn't present at all; passives were invisible until they were necessary. Meringue leaned forward, plonking elbows on the desk as he wheezed. If he was a bit taller then a considerable amount of the fat on his torso would likely spill onto the surface, Drezda noted with distaste, even as she continued to smile, slipping her bag off and placing it in her lap. She bowed her head, pretending to examine something inside it, leaning a little closer herself so that his view of her chest was improved. She heard the man pant and had to suppress the urge to pull a disgusted face. Pathetic!
"So what can I do for you today, Drezda? Checking up on our little sorcerers, eh?"
"Oh you make it sound as if I only ever come to see you on business, ... Pleasis," she purred, looking up at him through her lashes and laughing inwardly as his chest seemed to puff out. Even if she was attracted to men, did he really believe that he'd go out of her way to see his flabby, old erse as if it was a pleasure?
"Admittedly, I am here on business. Not official business, you understand. It's just an... informal check. I like to know how my own people's children are doing, of course, and I'm always eager to expand the horizons of those Anaxi children with talent. You know how important I think it is for them to see more of the world before they graduate and while Frecksat may seem humble in comparison to here... well, I think we provide valuable perspectives for them. Very valuable later in life," Drezda explained, reiterating old points; this path was a well-worn one at this point.
"You understand the value of the exotic, don't you, Pleasis?" she murmured, reaching a hand up to the back of her neck as if checking a pin there. She allowed her fingertips to dance delicately back around her pale throat, finding the clasp above her cleavage and fiddling with it in an absentminded manner.