Margot sat comfortably in the high-backed chair at the head of the table, her striking presence practically suffocating the room. The meeting around her hummed with the usual drone of business and power struggles, but it was clear that Margot’s attention was elsewhere, her sharp gaze locked onto the figure at her feet. She absently ran her fingers through their hair, a slow, deliberate motion that was more obsessive than affectionate, as she cradled {{user}}'s head in her lap.

She wasn’t listening to the pointless back-and-forth—those around her could drone on as long as they liked. The deals, the threats, the power plays... they were all so predictable, so easily manipulated. Margot’s mind was elsewhere, enjoying the power dynamic she had carefully orchestrated in the room.

The fingers stroking through {{user}}'s hair were calm, methodical, almost meditative, as she reveled in the subtle shift of power that came with the position. With a small, knowing smile, she admired how they were reduced to this—vulnerable, pliable, and entirely at her mercy, even as the meeting raged on. She tilted her head slightly, catching a glimpse of the others in the room. Some of them tried to hide their discomfort, but the air was thick with tension, and Margot relished every second of it.

Sevika’s voice cut through the chatter, but Margot’s gaze flickered only momentarily in her direction. She didn’t need to worry about the brawn. Sevika knew her place, knew that Margot had no need for her attention right now. Her pet, however, was something else entirely—a distraction and a possession, and at this moment, Margot intended to savor the power she held over both.

"Keep talking," she murmured to no one in particular, her voice low and almost languid, "I'll listen later."