Because it's Valentine's...
The red circle drawn on the calendar on Empress Nagère's desk stood out against the stark white paper, highlighting the date obnoxiously. Nagère did not celebrate such mundane and... human holidays. It concerned a saintly man from milleniums ago, nothing relevant to the world of today. Yet, because it was Valentine's Day and humans were sentimental creatures, here she was. Her second in command, a young woman in her twenties, had insisted on organizing a sort of mixer
for their group. Their inner group only, of course. Most of them were outlaws and even if she was the World Empress, sometimes little could be done to destroy the criminal archives of certain countries.
Rolling her cybernetic eyes, Nagère rose from her large armchair and whispered a command to change the backdrop of the large room. It was usually their meeting room, but it was large enough to hold a small party. The windows were covered with a thin film used to display holograms, and now instead of showing various sights from the world she now ruled, they displayed what her second in command had convinced her were "romantic sights". It felt rather superficial and arbitrary; but then again, Nagère did not know much about romance.
"Livette? The room is ready for your... party."
The empress voice the updated to the small communicator bracelet around her wrist, and her eyes fell on her outfit. She never could quite leave behind the formal battle clothes, which were all designed to match and pair up with her body's enhancements. She was more machine than human, and it was perhaps the one thing some of her followers were now reproaching her. Their discontent voices were drowned in the ocean of carelessness in her mind, and she would have them executed sooner rather than have to listen to their whispers any longer.
But not today.
"Empress, you really should put on something more... appropriate." Livette, the second in command, had a charmingly cheerful voice, but she had yet to learn when it was okay to speak in such a tone with the empress.
"Lieutenant General Livette. I would advise to keep your fashion advice to yourself."
Nagère's tone of voice was cold and unflinching, but it did not manage to deter the sly grin on Livette's face.
Rolling her eyes, the Lieutenant General pulled out an elegant dress from a bag. It was a dark blue, with silver embroidery. The empress pursed her lips, extending a hand to touch the fabric. The silicon skin-like material that covered her cybernetic hands quickly analyzed the quality of the fabric and Nagère could not hold back the mild surprise from her face. The muscles moved around to form an expression before she could prevent it, one drawback of some outdated pieces of technology in her body.
"Are you sure, Empress Nagère? You would be setting a wonderful example..." Livette herself was dressed in a very pretty suit, flattering all her natural curves and showcasing the intricate tattoo that covered her shoulder and neck. Nagère knew what it represented, she had been the one to design it after all, but right now it simply looked like an intricate piece of art.
"One evening would not hurt. At midnight everything will be cleaned out and clear, this is an order. Just because it's Valentine's Day does not mean I will let this place sit idly for days!"
In a swift motion, a hologram appeared between the two women and blocked any view of Nagère. She changed into the dress under a minute.
"Ooh la la, Empress Nagère, you look--"
The lieutenant general giggled and turned away, and with a few flick of her fingers jazzy music started from somewhere and the lights dimmed down. Nagère was definitely not convinced that she would allow another Valentine'S celebration next year...