Her name was Relena Darlian, though once it had been Peacecraft, and she was vice foreign minister for the new world government. She was a beautiful, powerful young woman, who had, incongruously, just pissed herself like a small child.
She could feel the damp material of her stockings rubbing against her legs as she walked; the drying urine had begun to irritate the skin, making each step a slight, but growing, discomfort. She might have tried to walk with her legs part, if that would not have resulted in her waddling. She had no desire to call attention to herself.
I’ll see you tonight Scene 3
