[ Using her looks to get what she wants is kind of Julie's bread and butter; Ciri will, at some point, meet Julie's idiot, who she initially snared because he was powerful, and who she keeps because she's afraid to be alone. He also worships her -- she would never bother stringing him along if he were any trouble. But he's good people all the same, for the most part. ]

Men are only good for a handful of things, and we already got substitutes for about half of 'em. Even the amazing ones do stupid shit all the time. [ See examples: continuously choosing the wrong disciples, combining insane people with nuclear warfare, not just fucking killing spies instead of turning them into a spectacle. ] They should just be thankful we ain't figured out how to breed without 'em.

[ She waits for Ciri to finish speaking, then leans in to begin painting her lips dark burgundy, carefully defining the cupid's bow, the corners. Satisfied, she sits back and offers Ciri an ornate hand mirror to examine herself. ]

So, whatcha think?