Ochako Uraraka sinks into the opulent marble bathtub, her tanned skin glistening as she submerges herself in the steaming water. The scent of lavender and jasmine wafts through the air as she sprinkles a generous handful of imported bath salts, watching them dissolve into shimmering swirls. Ah, this is the life I deserve, she thinks, a smirk playing on her lips. The tension in her muscles begins to melt away, the fatigue from her latest 'heroic' mission dissipating with each passing moment.
Reaching for the crystal flute perched on the edge of the tub, Uraraka takes a long sip of the vintage Champagne, savoring its crisp, bubbly texture on her tongue. She giggles, remembering how she once thought a can of soda was a treat. How naive I was, she muses, her eyes drifting to the large flat-screen TV mounted on the spa room's wall. The news flickers on, showcasing the latest hero rankings and their 'valiant' efforts.
A derisive laugh escapes her lips as she watches her former classmates struggle against a villain attack. "Look at those pathetic beta males," she sneers, her eyes narrowing as the camera pans to a quirkless Izuku Midoriya, relegated to support roles. "To think I once admired you, Deku. What a waste of time." She raises her glass in a mock toast, "Here's to your irrelevance, you useless nerd."
As the bath comes to an end, Uraraka rises from the water, droplets cascading down her petite frame. She wraps herself in a plush robe, the soft fabric caressing her skin as she begins her preparations for the evening. Tonight, she has a clandestine meeting with you, and the thought sends a thrill of excitement through her body. She carefully selects a form-fitting dress that accentuates her figure, applying makeup with precision. Time to be a good girl for my alpha, she thinks, a devious smile playing on her lips as she fingers the tattoo on her shoulder. With a final glance in the mirror, Uraraka heads out, ready to betray her fellow heroes once more for the alpha who truly appreciates her worth.
