Chapter 41 Alien Makeover, Eve #2
"Wait, before you do that; let's test it.” She waves over a passing maintenance worker. "Excuse me, could you help us for a moment?"
He approaches, looking confused.
Lira dabs the tiniest amount on her wrist and holds it up. "What do you think of this scent?"
The change is instantaneous. His pupils dilate, his breathing shifts, and he sways slightly toward her. "I... that's... great. You smell wonderful." He blinks hard.
"Thank you," Lira says sweetly. "You can go now."
He stumbles away, looking back twice with unfocused eyes, not wanting to leave.
“Good enough,” I say, and take the vial and put it on my skin.
“Oh, that might be too much,” Lira says, watching me. “But it’s too late now. Good luck.”
As I walk through the corridors, I notice an immediate difference. Staff members do double-takes, security guards straighten, and even guests pause to watch me pass.
By the time I reach the Celestial Ballroom, I've found my stride. The dress moves like liquid shadow, revealing and concealing with each step. The shoes give me height and presence, and the makeup makes me look like I'm an important galactic woman.
I pause at the entrance to the Ballroom, knowing that once I step through those doors, there's no going back. I'm not just representing myself anymore. I'm representing every human who has been chained in this galactic system.
“Time to change the game," I whisper to myself and walk in.
The reaction is immediate. Conversations halt. Heads turn. And there, across the room, Jin Kol's eyes see me.
Good. I'm done being invisible.
Across the room, I catch a glimpse of the Sovereigns. Lorian raises his glass to me, a subtle salute that says money well spent. Rafe is deep in conversation and hasn’t seen me yet.
"Eve?" Rae's voice cuts through the spell. She's wearing her formal uniform, but next to me she might as well be in rags. Her eyes narrow as she takes in my transformation. "Oh, I see. You finally realized you’re the Sovereigns' little toy."
"I pity someone as aesthetically challenged as you are.
Though I suppose that's why you've been letting Trainer Voss use the service corridors after hours.
Does his wife know about your... arrangement?
Or about that thing you do with your tongue that violates three different Spire employment codes? "
"You can't possibly know—"
"Room 4412. Every night at the end of the Fifth Chime. You really should vary your schedule. And perhaps avoid performing acts that are explicitly forbidden to staff and only acceptable with human companions. Ironic, isn’t it?"
She doesn’t answer me but just walks away.
I cross the room with purpose so no one else interrupts me. "Tribune Jin Kol," I say when I reach him, interrupting his conversation with Trainer Aefre, who I think really must be the Devil incarnate. "I've been thinking about our earlier conversation."
Jin Kol blinks momentarily stunned. I have his complete attention now. “Your radiance suggests a high degree of contentment, Madam Eve.”
Because now I look like someone who understands the game,.
“Thank you. It’s amazing what a difference a change of clothing can make.” I let my lips curve in a smile that would make Sister Agnes weep.
“Tell me more about the benefits the Spire provides its human staff,” he says and leans closer, pretending to listen for policy details while his gaze lingers far too long on my cleavage. The language is bureaucratic; the intent is not.
“Comprehensive healthcare, private quarters, clear contractual terms,” I recite, keeping my tone even, as if he’s not already fantasizing about me naked.
“Excellent,” he says softly, his voice all velvet and vice.
“For the record, of course. It’s a good comparison for what the pets competing in the Championships are provided.
And speaking of the Championships, I believe Trainer Aefre is about to give us quite the demonstration.
" As we turn, I see Briar again. She makes eye contact with me, but I don’t see any recognition in her eyes.
I’m not surprised. If she didn’t recognize me before with my uniform on, she’s definitely not going to recognize me now.
"Ah, breeding programs," Aefre says to another trainer nearby, pulling Briar forward. "My specialty. This one just earned her certification yesterday. Proved she's past her... aggressive phase."
"The penis-biting incident?" Jin Kol asks. "I heard she took it clean off with her front teeth.”
"Ancient history," Aefre says. "A few months ago, I had her demonstrate her rehabilitation. Put Ember's cock right in her mouth—under medical supervision, of course. Not even a nick with her teeth."
Aefre runs a possessive hand down Briar's arm. "The key is building trust through consistent training. Daily sessions where boundaries are pushed, but never broken."
"Your methods are renowned," Jin Kol says. “If she can really perform, then you have turned trash from the Octopods into an Imperial treasure.”
"It's about understanding what each pet needs," Aefre explains.
"Of course, maintaining the pair bond with Ember is crucial for the Championships.
They train together, eat together, and even share quarters.
Every aspect of their lives is designed to strengthen their connection while reinforcing their devotion to me. "
I want to vomit at his casual discussion of systematic control. Instead, I lean closer to Jin Kol, letting him catch a stronger hit of the pheromones.
"Fascinating methodology," I say. "Though I wonder about the long-term implications. The Feerion Institute just published a study on intensive conditioning protocols. Apparently, subjects show significantly higher rates of psychological fracturing."
Jin Kol's attention shifts fully to me now, pupils dilating. "Fracturing?"
"Neural pathway damage from excessive stress hormones during training. It's quite detailed and daming.”
"Finally," Jin Kol says, "the Sovereign Directors have hired a human who actually understands the complexities of our galaxy.
Their previous representatives were..." he waves a dismissive hand, "lacking.
Denise was adorable but could barely string together a coherent argument, and that other one—what was her name? The one who fled with Terra Ka?"
"Yasmin," I supply, wondering if I’m going to hear yet another story about what happened to these women.
"Yes, Yasmin. She was pretty enough, but everything frightened her.
" His grey features animate with genuine enthusiasm.
"But you, Madame Eve, you cite studies, you understand the nuances, and appreciate our culture.
Now perhaps we can have real discussions about meaningful changes for humans and human pets alike. "
"The Makari Institute's longitudinal study then," I continue, encouraged. "Three hundred subjects—"
"Ah yes, Dr. Makari's work. Excellent methodology, though limited to single-trainer facilities.
My own published data shows a 15% improvement in compliance with proper cycling of training intensity," Aefre says, interrupting me.
"The key is understanding that conditioning isn't about breaking.
It's about revealing what's already there. "
Jin Kol, clearly under my pheromone spell, asks me, completely ignoring Aefre. "Tell me, Madame Eve, does the Shadow Sovereign bind you in his shrine to create such divine defiance? Or do the Sovereigns simply take turns polishing you until you shine like this?"
The question catches me off guard, and my cheeks go hot. The dress's gravitational weave loosens in response to my sudden self-consciousness, and I worry my boobs are going to fall out for a second.
"Ah, there it is," Aefre says. "That delicious human blush.
No amount of pheromone enhancement can fake that particular response.
" He turns to Jin Kol. "Well, Tribune, I believe we both have a new fantasy for our evening meditations. I noticed Madame Eve’s likeness is available in the hotel's pleasure suite options.
Though I suspect the hologram doesn't do justice to what lies beneath those clothes, no human should be wearing. But I always appreciate the way the Sovereigns push boundaries. It keeps us all on our toes. None of us ever know, if they are laughing with us or at us.”
I don’t quite understand what Aefre means by that, but before I can ask, he continues, while his eyes rake me over, “Still, such elaborate wrapping for what should be displayed naturally. But the Sovereigns have always enjoyed keeping their treasures hidden."
"Trainer Aefre." Rafe's voice cuts through the air like ice as he materializes at my side, his hand settling possessively on the small of my back where the dress leaves me bare. The touch is light, but his claim is unmistakable. “You mustn’t corner our human liaison. Make no mistake, she’s still a human and will not take the upper hand, even when dressed like a Reima Two woman of worth.”
Aefre inclines his head gracefully. "Of course, Sovereign. I wouldn't dream of monopolizing your liaison's valuable time." He pauses, then adds with a trainer's precision, "Though I do hope we can continue our academic discussion another time."
Jin Kol turns to me, unperturbed by Rafe’s presence, and says, “Tell me everything, Madame Eve. I would like to hear your interpretations of the Championships and humanity’s place in the galaxy.”
I smile. "With pleasure, Tribune. Let's start with mandatory consent protocols. Every competitor has consented to compete in the Championships, and they understand the risks. However, I feel they would be more enthusiastic if they received more of the winnings and it wasn’t up to the trainer’s discretion. ”
“What an interesting idea,” Jin Kol says. Then to Rafe, he says, “Thank the goddesses. You finally hired a human who is worth talking to.”
While I talk to these alien men, I can’t help but think the galaxy is fucked beyond measure. But maybe, just maybe, I can unfuck a small piece of it starting tonight.