Beauty is a Beast

it's about wynaut!

oh shit where's the anon button fuck oh god no-

IDK why but I'm feeling like writing Lusamine manipulating someone.

"That would be correct. It's not often Lysandre Labs sends someone to Alola."

She sighs, having just received a report from one of her employees that had apparently encountered someone working for just that company.

"I wonder what brought them here." She muses. "Perhaps an emergency of sorts. I suggest you leave them be for the time being. Let them accomplish their task, and do not interfere. Am I clear?"

"...Yes, Ms. President..." The employee's voice trailed off.

There's nothing like a home manicure after work to make herself presentable to the public. After all the deeds that would have bloodied her hands in the proverbial sense, she needed to wash away any traces of what she's done. Truth be told, her hands looked perfectly fine beforehand, but there was no shame in making them look even better, as far as she could tell.

Her eyes darted towards Aether's research findings that she had retrieved from the lower floor. Were there truly that few options to open the wormhole she needed to be surrounded by that she loved the most? Perhaps this effort was beyond what her poor employees could handle.

Perhaps she did need that pathetic daughter of hers, if only for a moment. After all, the last time she saw Cosmog, it was under Lillie's care.

Freia is a regular inmate of horny jail.