Villian Pub

[Abbygale Porter]

"Nothing important is scheduled for the next week," she said as she slowed the shuttle down, looped around the edge of the estate. An iris like door opened from the top of the garage, and Abby set the shuttle neatly inside. "I'd like that."

[Victoria Underwood]

"Good. You really handle this shuttle well, by the way." Victoria said as she stood up and collected her briefcase and the case she kept her mask and Jase robes in. Her kilden was still on her hip under the long black duster jacket she wore and hidden in the folds of her pleated skirt. "After you, I'll secure the shuttle." Victoria said as she pulled out the special key card that would lock the shuttle down and keep their logs private. As far as anyone else was concerned they were negotiating a contract for a new cleaning service. "I'm glad we removed Fred's old vehicles from the garage, it's far roomier now. This is our house now." she mused as she walked alongside Abbygale. "That new gardener you recommended, he does lovely work, I can actually smell flowers from the bedroom window now." Victoria actually was quite unlike so many other Ajem masters, who enjoyed the darkness, endured in antiseptic spaces, and lived up to the 'dark side' stereotype. Much of the house was decorated in clean whites, tans, pastels in season, and flowers. She may dream of crushing her enemies under a high heeled boot, but not on the carpet. Spending most of her life studying the great masters o both the Jase and the Ajem, she came to the conclusion that appearances matter. That just enough 'normal' just enough 'light and beauty' could obscure even the most honed Jase'dasis Master and make them wonder what was really going on. Unless she was actually trying to intimidate, she rarely wore black. Other than lately in public to show she was still 'mourning' but she only mourned Fred's passing for a short time, there was still history with him.

That's all he would ever be to her, history. This was her time and her turn to pass the power to someone, she wanted to see Abbygale get the respect and immortality she deserved. They were so much alike yet not so similar they drove each other mad. The Iljuna was not Abbygale's to command, but Victoria knew the Iljuna brought them together and aided in Fred's removal. They were both older, mature women. They knew how the game was played and they also knew that in terms of finding mates, they didn't have quite the same options they would have had when they were younger. Oh sure, they both could have anyone they set their minds to, but the past year they had grown far closer than either had thought they would. Victoria would have given up her governorship to her in a heartbeat, she never quite had the stomach for politics, not when she was still trying to hide her true nature as an Ajem Master, but Abbygale still had time left on her term and she was still useful to their needs where she was. Just as Victoria's role was useful in their mutual plans.

"Sweet tea, sweetie?" Victoria said with an amused chuckle as she walked into the kitchen from the garage. "And then you can extract me from this corset and I am all your's"

[Abbygale Porter]

Abby shook her head, "Our ancestors burned their bras, and here you are wearing a corset." Laughing she kissed Victoria on the cheek, and with a mischievous grin she unbuttoned the front of her blouse. "You got yourself into it. You can get out of it."

[Victoria Underwood]

"Well it's intended to protect me from being cut in two by another kilden and not everyone is blessed with your ample bosom Miz Porter. I like being a tad distracting." Victoria teased as she carefully undid the clasps and freed herself from the corset and removed the padded bra made of the same material at the same time. "Oh that's better..." she said as she took a few deep breaths. "See this scar, one of J'Larin's people got me once in battle, that's when I started wearing the corset. Although you have to admit, the visual effect it has on my body isn't unpleasant. Unnerves the men and makes women jealous. Especially the younger ones." she slipped out of the skirt and pulled off her boots and walked into the study in just her stockings and put her gear away in the hidden compartment near her desk. "I see how the younger senators and pages are when they look at you. Especially when you wear those tight skirts and no jacket. 'How does that 'old lady' do it'?" she giggled lightly. "Very well' I always think."

[Abbygale Porter]

"You look amazing, and together we make a true power couple."

[Victoria Underwood]

"Indeed we do." Victoria said as she pulled Abbygale close and whispered in her ear. "And I will do everything I can to give you everything you want."

Hours later --

Victoria was laying next to Abbygale, the sheets twisted and wrapped around their bodies as they caught their breath from releasing so much built up passion. Sliding a finger across Abbygale's thigh Victoria mused. "I really really needed that. You did too from the way you kept going." she smiled and sighed happily. "So who else do you need to make your dreams of immortality happen? Who do we need to get within our circle to get what we want when we want it? The Dominion isn't going to give it to you not like what we can do."

[Abbygale Porter]

Abby shrugged, "You either make it yourself, or you are thrust into it. I'd rather not depend on someone."

[Victoria Underwood]

"I love that sentiment." Victoria said with a smile and sighed as she put her head back on the pillow. "So let's make things happen. Declare war on Dominus, that'll help us be ready for the Dominion. Like a dry run. Give them a win. Get their egos pumped up again. Two tyrannical governments toppled, why not a third? Plus it'll distract the Dominion, we play their game for a moment, get Earth under your control. Then... send the Gamma Quadrant millions of bodybags. There are Ajem in the Gamma that can pick up where the Founders left off."

[Abbygale Porter]

"There are?" Abby asked surprised. "I thought the order started here in the Alpha Quadrant. Cardassia to be exact. "

[Victoria Underwood]

"It did, but after the Dominion War, a few acolytes went to the Gamma Quadrant, partially because the rebuilding on Cardassia was threatening their exposure and partially because a few of them had notions of becoming masters. I hear from them maybe a couple of times a year." Victoria said with a shrug of her shoulders. "They keep to themselves, but if I told them they could take the Founder's homeworld... I believe they would enjoy that."