"Burn it," Harper said, sighing as she looked at her groin. "Aztechnology makes me softer than a barely-legal Tir Aristocrat's ass.  Those numbers are so lovely though..."<br/><br/>She, however, wasn't sure if she wanted to fuck with Aztechnology right now.  Not even their subsidiary; this was coming straight from them!  Blood-worshiping motherfuckers, the lot of them.  How did you even roust something as powerful as the Catholic Church out of what used to be Mexico anyway without mind-control?<br/><br/>She plopped into the seat that she recognized from the feed she'd been watching all day, legs spread and looking strangely tired.  She wasn't exactly out of shape, but being up on her feet so long was tiring.<br/><br/>"King wants her throne?" she asked, patting her lap, and this time likely not very suggestive considering she was still flaccid. "Please tell me that the rest is better news than finding out I may be on some goddamn list... wait, is Aztechnology the one who burned me, or was I just a lucky target for their cover in that convoy of theirs?"