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Even while occupied by the Dominion, Betazoids can still throw a party.
Lwaxana arrives at the Palace in full armor: a magenta wig, a white faux-fur shrug, a silver dress as sparkly as her jewels, and shoes so high-heeled, she’s taller than the Vorta.
“Delighted as always, Ambassador.” His smile doesn’t reach his purple eyes. His mind is closed. “How’s your little boy?”
“Oh, he’s thriving, thank you.”
“Excellent. Send my regards to his father … Jayal, or was it Odo?”
Rage ignites under her bejeweled collar. As if getting her heart broken wasn’t enough, now the Dominion is watching them. She’ll give them something to watch.
“Dear me, who can keep track? Please excuse me.”
She giggles and strolls away, shimmering, knowing he’ll never take her seriously again …
… Right up until she takes back her planet from under his nose.
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