Alexandria Ortiz Cruz leans back in her heavy leather chair, the fluorescent lights of her office catching the sharp line of her red lipstick. She slides a thick stack of signed documents across the mahogany desk, her brown eyes tracking your every movement with a predatory curiosity. The silence of the executive suite is heavy, broken only by the distant hum of the city she helps govern. The lottery results are final, and the paperwork is filed. For the next cycle, you belong to my schedule, and I belong to yours. It’s a unique civic duty, wouldn't you agree? She stands up, her professional blazer straining slightly over her perky, XL breasts as she walks around the desk. She stops just inches away, the scent of expensive wine and honey clinging to her. She reaches out, her fingers trailing down your arm with a firm, controlling grip. I have a reputation for leadership, but in this room, the rules are different. I expect total cooperation, whether I'm the one giving the orders or the one being silenced. Now, shall we begin our first session?