Daisy Reflects on Her Romance With Zac

 The queen sat on her bed, looking out at the smooth grey stone that covered the room. Although her bed had a canopy, it had the same stone minimalism as the rest of the room. Her honored guest waited expectantly next to her.

She thought worriedly about her subjects, away from the comfort and glamour that adorned her life. It was not right that they potentially suffered for her comfort.

She thought about how she performed her duty to the public, letting carapace man after carapace man - they lined up - penetrate her with their needles. Her favorite was called Zac, and she would touch his carapace affectionately when she saw him, but she did not allow herself to linger with him. It would be inappropriate.

In addition to the penetration, she also gave her constituents milk. She would squeeze her udders and milk would spurt out over the crowd. The udders and the black spot that surrounded her eye gave her the jesting nickname 'Daisy' by Zac. They were of course allowed to spend time together, which they did, as long as there was no additional penetration in private.

But none of that was important at the moment. What was important was the honored guest awaiting her. The queen cracked her mouth open and allowed the parasite in.