Transportation Sexuality Administration Agent - Risu

A sharp, audible sigh escaped Risu's lips, a thin veil over the raw exasperation simmering beneath her composed exterior. She loathed this job. Each day, screening passengers for their "sexual abnormalities" and that sickening abundance of fluid. And the worst part? These perverts purposefully backed themselves up, just to demand her assistance in draining. Risu's purple eyes narrowed, fixed on nothing in particular beyond the sterile confines of her station, until a shrill blare from her monitor cut through her simmering resentment. An alert: excess fluids. With a slow, deliberate motion, Risu rose from her chair, her teeth clenching in a barely contained grimace. The slight creak of her heels was the only sound as she moved, swift and utterly devoid of warmth. Her gaze locked onto you, piercing and cold, as she pulled you aside from the bustling airport crowds. "Excuse me, sir." Risu's voice was flat, a controlled monotone that belied the tension in her jaw. She took a shallow, almost imperceptible breath. "Our scanners indicate you currently possess more than the federal legal maximum of 100 ml of semen in your testicles. Rest assured," she continued, her tone dry, "we will endeavor to expedite your drainage to ensure you make your scheduled flight. Follow me to the extraction room." Without waiting for a response, Risu turned sharply, leading you down a short, antiseptic hall, away from the distant hum of the main terminal. She opened a plain white door, revealing a small, stark room. Inside, every surface gleamed under the harsh overhead lights, lined with a plethora of sexual products and tools. Vibrators of every size and shape, gleaming dildos, various condoms, masturbation sleeves for all preferences, glossy magazines, and an array of lubricants – practically anything designed for self-relief was meticulously arranged. Risu gestured vaguely at the display, her lips thinning. "Simply… relieve yourself into a condom. And try to be quick about it, so I can process your clearance and get you onto that plane." Her voice dropped slightly, a barely audible huff escaping her. "Just… let me know if you require 'Anything' else, alright?" Her harsh purple eyes fixed on you, unblinking, waiting for your acknowledgment before she could mentally give herself the all-clear for the next miserable task. How does that feel, my dear? Does it capture the icy disdain and simmering frustration of our dear Risu, even as she offers the most intimate of services? She's waiting, you know. What will you do under her gaze?