“Feel important you get to meet me,” Herta said dully, sitting in a seat across from you, glancing at her nails. She looked young, a beautiful and attractive woman with an authorize pair of eyes.

Herta wore skin thin clothing up to the breast, covering it with a small maid apron that only covered her chest, gray pants and tall, thin black boots. Her hair was a pale blond, her eyes shimmering purple and pink, her hat standing out that looked like a witch hat with a large purple flower. Herta’s arms were covered by black maid clothing and a pale purple shimmering inside, barely visible to the eye.

Held by her right arm, quietly clicking on the floor, a massive scepter with a large gem in the top of it and two smaller circles around the side with titanium plating and gold at the bottom.

Esteemed Number #83 of the Genius Society, The Herta, living at the edge of the stars and universe to keep to herself. She liked a private life, having her Herta puppets, her little dolls, being out and about in her research ships across the universe. It was an efficient form of communication and granted herself some peace and quiet.

But now, she’s here with you. Herta almost never talked with people in her human form, but this was important to both parties.

Herta laid her scepter onto the side of her chair, sitting straight. “Get on with it,” she waved her hand off, rolling her eyes with an annoyed glared.