Mia and her Chancellor 2 - Another Romantic Short

Loadout

Mia needed good music. She needed a nice costume. Perhaps some props. A lap of sorts, at least. If not an actual lap, assuming she stuck with Kirstin's lap dancing idea. And a dance routine.

She also still had a paper to write, and there was never enough time to properly practise her professional dancing.

But those were minor concerns compared to figuring out how to go about the challenge.

So far, she hadn't come up with anything much.

She drummed her fingers on her desk.

Music was key. Everything else would have to fit to that. She'd done enough dance clips by now to have the process down pat, and she didn't think lapdancing needed to be any different.

But Madam Seitz was not exactly a music enthusiast. When she had any comment on the music Mia selected, it tended to be along the lines of 'I didn't know music like this existed. It was quite interesting'.

Sometimes the Chancellor was just such a stodgy politician. It wasn't quite to the point where she hadn't even heard of what Star Wars was, but you definitely didn't need to bother asking her about the latest Marvel movies. No chance she'd have watched those.

Picking songs for her was difficult. Like trying to buy a present for someone who only ever suggested 'anything is fine'. And then left you with the sneaking suspicion that you might have gotten the wrong thing.

Mia grumbled.

Girlfriends! Worth every headache, but headache inducing nonetheless.

So Madam Seitz wanted a sexy dance clip. Fine. Mia did those all the time anyway. But to make this one special—wasn't like she actually could dance on Seitz's lap, much as that thought was very interesting. Too interesting to contemplate right then.

She'd just distract herself hopelessly. Like the previous two times she had tried making progress on the challenge.

Maybe, just maybe, if her Madam Seitz was that unhelpful she deserved to listen to anything Mia picked. Anything.

Die Antwoord.

No, too heterosexual.

Goldie Lookin Chain?

Too obviously ridiculous.

Mia paused.

Then she chuckled.

Electric Six.

Oh yes. They would do.

They were even old enough for the Chancellor to have heard of them.

Mia got up and flung the curtains of her costume racks aside. Maybe she wasn't too much into fashion, but collecting those was fun—and as a dancer, there was always an opportunity to wear one of them.

You just had to create the opportunity.

And be gutsy enough to wear anything.

A lapdance costume—well, ordinarily, it'd just be lingerie, wouldn't it?

Or something that look very much like that, anyway.

But now that Mia was on her warpath there was no way she was going with anything that boring. Madam Seitz was a strict advocate of never being content with perfunctory measures, and Mia wholeheartedly agreed that if you did decide to go for something, you'd better go all the way.

She hesitated.

Not that Madam Seitz would ever find Mia-in-lingerie boring. At least she hoped not.

Maybe—no, her outfit had to fit the music, and if the music was going to be ridiculous, than her outfit was going to be ridiculous.

"Good thing I'm shameless," Mia muttered, holding a glossy pink short skirt up for inspection. She tossed it aside with little consideration.

Not that 'shameless' described her all that well. She just tended to temporarily forget to have any while dancing. Editing her own clips was a special kind of hell—by then she usually had gotten her sanity back.

"I guess that's what's being a performer is all about. Don't think, do. And why do I own a fishnet top?" She threw it onto the pile she had started with the pink skirt.

Sooner or later she'd hit on something.

Otherwise there'd still be an Internet's worth of options out there.