"Thanks!" said Rooster, ripping the bolts out of the floor and sliding in underneath. "Knew you were cool."

She had good form, arms set, pressing from the chest, control on descent, steady control. Her eyes fluttered closed and she hummed happily, savouring her long breaths in and out. A cosmetic action, but she was visibly enjoying even the performance.

"Speaking of cool," she said, "Faa-aaancy desk, domme suit, bad guy view of the city -" she huffed, lowering one arm and balancing the desk on just one hand. "- you're like the new Queen of Capitalism, right? Context's pretty clear. I am scared and obedient and all that, you can skip that whole speech. Can I just ask what happened to the last guy?"