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It's the Saturday before classes start. Ellie has been driving all day, but it's worth it for an entire three months out of the house. And she even drew a single in the dorm lottery, so there's that. It's tiny, but she doesn't have to share.
Suitcases on the bed, she starts unpacking into the dresser that lives underneath. Tops here, pants there, hanging things in the closet. Computer can go on the desk, and then notebooks into the drawers.
Girlfriend, definitely.
She transforms back to her human shape after landing in a park to the immediate north of the massive palace complex, grinning at Ellie and offering an arm.
Tourism!
This is an exceptionally large complex, full of neat architecture and ceramics and paintings and documents - Ruby's never been here, apparently, and takes a rather incredible number of pictures (many of which feature Ellie).
Ellie, after all, is clearly the prettiest treasure here.
...Who would look excellent on that there throne.
What does Ellie say to a bit of breaking and entering after hours?
Then, once the legal tourism is concluded...
Time to abuse their magic powers to get past - everything, really. Of course, there's quite a lot of thrones in this complex... Ellie clearly should pose in all of them. For artistic integrity, you understand.
Mm, yes. It's not a good experiment if you don't cover all the possibilities.
And, hmm... How does one bow to the Empress, again? A bit like this?
(Ruby gets on her knees, lowering her gaze as impishly as possible. Still not how the artwork they've seen depicts people kowtowing, though.)
"As you say, your Majesty."
She slowly lowers her head, forehead touching the floor.
"Yes, your Majesty." She stands, raising her gaze just enough to look at Ellie from under her eyelashes, and strips her shirt as slowly as possible.
Ellie grabs her chin and moves her face around, then pulls it close.
"Think quite highly of yourself, don't you?"
"Of course. I do believe I'm the most exquisite part of your wondrous collection, your Majesty."
"But you know I keep nothing unless it is useful, as well as beautiful." She taps her lap. "Sit. Prove your worth."
"Yes, your Majesty."
She sits, leaning into Ellie and setting about kissing her with all the skill she can muster.
What a good subject she has.
She lets her hands explore liberally, sporadically shocking Ruby to keep her on her toes.
Mmmmmm.
Ruby, of course, allows her Empress all the liberties she desires - though she edges into a few of her own, letting her hands wander down from clinging to Ellie's shoulders.
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