Royal Flush

No one seems to expect her to be functional in this role. Which to be fair, is accurate if you need sensitive diplomacy. However, anyone who’s seen her prepare for a fight, or an adventuring expedition, or anything that could get people killed might say, yeah, Wessex knows how to prepare. And think of a shit ton of possible outcomes. And be trusted to be organized. So here she is, controversially organized. "Obviously," Wessex hums back, raising a brow to the insatiabe exhibitionist. "A no sex punishment. Or forced toothy blowjobs. Or sex but no biting, oooooh… " she drops off with a look of horror. But the truth is that at least one of those would seriously suck for any of them. It’s a deviant little something to consider, one that the two Queens could easily play at, but she doubts Jigano would be up for. Pity. Reaching for a grape, she plucks one saucily from the stem and eases it sensually into her mouth. But to her other question, she can only shrug. “Not sure yet. Might be something we wait to deal with if it happens.” Looking down to the list, she picks out the next item of business. “For now can we agree to roll back Zariah’s laws about the military enlistment, the new word for Abandoneds, and just say that discrimination against race, gender, sexuality, religion, or place of origin is forbidden?” Catch-alls are good. Expand it to beyond Outlanders and Naturals. The rest can be taken care of later, but these were the more important immediate changes that needed to be made. “A standing force isn’t a bad idea. But it should be voluntary.” And she'd be happy to deliver that message, both on the Notice Board and in person. WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here