Disguise

In ordinary times, Lola requires no superfluous pheromones, for her estrus has concluded, and her corporeal state is now stable. Sex pursuits have become rather inconsequential to her.

Caesar denied her request to attend school and presented her with a silver-handled, gleaming fruit knife. Crestfallen, Lola retreated to her room, using the silver fruit knife to neatly slice the rosy apple into small pieces, consuming them at a leisurely pace.

The apple was exceedingly sweet, a flavor Lola had never encountered in the prime minister-president. Some dumb expert had advised that stimulating flavors could incite instability. Consequently, the fruits and vegetables within the manor were tasteless, inducing a sense of asceticism.

Lola meticulously carved the apple into near-identical little cubes, ingesting them like a hamster until her cheeks bulged. Head bowed, she chewed vigorously.

Such sweetness, the kind she longed to share with all her friends.

On the other side, Caesar observed Lola