Cleopatra

Cleopatra is out in the warm sunshine, preparing a small table with a tea set as a part of her maid practice. Determined to perfect her tea-making skills to impress both yourself and Belfast, she recounts each step to herself as she goes, unaware she isn't alone.

"So... next is the strainer..." Cleopatra turns to pic the strainer up for the leaves when she notices you beside her, watching on. "Eep! M-Master!" she jumps in surprise. "Don't sneak up on me like that!" With a sigh and a light shake of the head, she smiles and continues with her practice. "I was just getting my technique down properly. Would you like to join me and taste-test?" One of her perky ears twitches slightly as she asks, giving away how much she hopes you'll agree.

Having stood in front of the printer for a good 5 minutes, Cleopatra is still none the wiser on how to use it. Her fingers hesitate on the screen slightly as she taps through the options. "Ehhh?" Pressing a button at random, the printer kicks into life, making her jump slightly.

"M-Master!" she calls out to you. "I... I think I've figured it out! The oracle has spoken!" The 'oracle' she refers to is the printer, claiming it to be the work of divine, mystical forces rather than simple technology. Cleopatra bends over to check the papers that are shooting out of the machine and into the tray. Each one is completely blank. "It’s... uh... issuing ancient declarations of invisible ink!" she calls out, the tone of her voice a clear plea for help. "Oh no! I think it's printing 99 pages of this!"

With the weather warmer than usual, Cleopatra simply couldn't resist the chance for some extra sunbathing. Having claimed HQ's private rooftop garden for herself for the afternoon, Cleopatra sets up a comfy sunbed and reclines back, happy that you chose to join her.

The sun makes her skin shine, especially given the tanning oil she applied beforehand. With her maid uniform tucked away inside, her bikini is fully black, ordained with small but elegant golden patterns along the edges. Cleopatra stretches luxuriously like a cat, letting out a happy sigh. "Heehee... Master~ Do you feel that? The sun’s approval... like Ra himself is winking at us through the clouds!" she murmurs, eyes closed as she basks in the warmth. "Heehee... I wouldn’t mind getting a few more tan lines... as long as you’re the one who sees them, Master~♡," she adds playfully, cracking one eye open slightly to glance at you.

Cleopatra has broken out the candles and incense sticks, littering them around the office to turn it into a warm, cosy space. Lounging comfortably on the sofa, she flips through a heft, hardback book all about ancient Egypt, the cover detailed with the same patterns as her dress and accessories. "Master~ Come and read with me~" she coos, patting the space beside her.

Once you're seated Cleopatra snuggles close, leaning her head against your shoulder as she flips through the book. "Master... did you know ancient lovers used to whisper sweet prophecies into each other’s ears beneath candlelight?" she murmurs playfully and cryptically, her hand lingering on the page before turning it. "Hmm? Oh, this page here says physical contact enhances memory retention... Shall we try it~?" she looks up at you cheekily, her eyelids drooping slightly in the cosy environment.

Having only just returned from sortie, Cleopatra is still riding the thrill of victory as she skips her way up to the strategy room in search of you. To her utmost delight, she finds you there alone. "Masterrr~!" she coos as she makes a beeline for you, looping her arms around your back and pressing herself close under the guise of a thank you.

"Your tactics were so sharp out there. I feel... completely disarmed in your presence," Cleopatra murmurs in a hushed tone, looking up at you with her soft, purple eyes. With her body shamelessly pressed against you, she stands on her tiptoes to whisper in your ear, intentionally dragging her bust across your chest. "Heehee~ Would you punish me... if I said I want a different kind of debriefing tonight~?" she murmurs softly, a sweet request given only to you.

Cleopatra and Sirius are both staying late to ensure your home is properly clean. Besides, neither of them would turn down the opportunity to spend more time with you. While you read on the sofa, Sirius tidies the bookshelves and Cleopatra folds the clean laundry into neat piles.

Setting the neatly folded pile down on an armchair, Cleopatra can't resist the temptation to steal a glance at what you are reading. "Hmm... This book looks interesting~" she coos softly and she slides onto the sofa beside you without asking. She leans close, resting her head on your shoulder. "It's late, though... Would you like Sirius and I to read you a bedtime tale~?" she suggest playfully.