“Sometimes you have to be a bitch to get things done.” – Madonna

Hot tea burned her lips as she took a sip.  The general’s private quarters were plush and warm, and the furniture showed enough wear to be quite comfortable.  Nothing was quite pristine, and nothing was out of place.  Even the bitter tea was lovely in its imperfection.  She sighed and opened her eyes to look up at the rotund general. “Thank you for having me, General.  Your hospitality is a thing of legend.”

The large man chuckled. “Thank you.  I’m a bit pressed for time, so please, why have you come tonight?” He prompted. “Also, it may help if you share your name, for the sake of simplicity.”