Presidente's Privilege

Story by WotanAnubis

TITLE: Presidente's Privilege

AUTHOR: WotanAnubis

FANDOM: Tropico 5

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Tropico 5 or any of its characters. No profit is being made.

NOTE: Written simply because I haven't written anything in a while and it was starting to annoy me.

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Isabella Karnstein, the Hispanic Governor of the British colony of Tropico, stared at her governor's uniform with mute resentment. Even though she was technically a subject of the British Empire she'd never been in England, but she still knew two things about the place: that it was always cold and that it was always wet.

The governor's uniform had clearly been designed by Englishmen - it was thick and stuffy and probably perfect for the dreary climate of England. However, this was Tropico. Dry, sunny, warm Tropico, paradise on Earth. Here, the uniform was hot and sweaty and Governor Isabella hated it.

Therefore, she decided, she wasn't going to wear it any more. The Crown might complain about how its Governors had to uphold the dignity appropriate of the British Empire, but the Crown never had to manage the affairs of an entire island while drenched in sweat.

Feeling better already, Governor Isabella strode towards her sizeable wardrobe, flung it open and was quickly reminded of the flaw in her plan. All her clothes were, in one way or another, designed for a British Governor. They were all overheated dehydration waiting to happen.

A regular person - that is, one who did not have any power - might, at this point, rethink their hasty decision, but Isabella had not become Governor by ever admitting that she could possibly have been wrong about anything.

So, since she had decided that she would no longer wear any English clothes and since her entire wardrobe consisted of English clothes, the only sensible thing to do now was to forego clothes entirely.

This did mean that she would have to go about her business naked, but this didn't bother Isabella overmuch. It wasn't as though she was still some insecure adolescent wrestling with body issues. And if anyone said anything, well, so what? She was Governor, they were not. She had the power, they did not. And if anyone did or tried anything that would displease her she could have them deported or killed without a fuss.

After all, the Crown barely cared about her and didn't care about those below her.

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Some hours later, Governor Isabella sat behind her mahogany desk in her spacious office, casually going over some papers and feeling quietly pleased with herself. The palace guards had stared at her, of course, as had the clerks, but nobody had dared say anything. Or perhaps they simply had not been able to even find the words. It wasn't as if they had expected a naked woman striding past them with iron confidence. Especially not a naked woman like Governor Isabella.

It was lovely day, warm and sunny as always, and Isabella enjoyed the mild tropical breeze whispering past her naked body. It could only have been more enjoyable and relaxing if she didn't have to double-check Penultimo's figures every few hours.

The doors were flung open and Governor Isabella could tell it was Evita Vasquez without looking up. After all, she was the only one who always entered her office without knocking.

"Governor, there are some matters I... wish... to... erm..."

Smiling beautifully, Governor Isabella put down her papers, incidentally fully revealing her bare breasts to Evita. It was a joy to see her loyal advisor stare at her naked body so openly and with a look of flustered incomprehension. The woman burned with an inner fire so powerful it continually amazed Governor Isabella she hadn't been consumed by it yet. Her eyes, too, always gleamed with fanatic idealism, fixed on some future utopia only she could see.

Now... now Evita just stared at her, deflated, her zeal, for the moment, dampened.

But not for a very long moment. The gleam returned to her eyes.

"Good," said Evita. "I'm glad to see you share my distaste for royalist pomp."

"I suppose," said Isabella, thoughtfully raising her hand to her chin, slowly caressing one of her breasts along the way. "But really, I only got rid of the uniform because it was far too hot."

"Uhm, yes," said Evita, whose eyes, Isabella was pleased to see, had once again flashed down to look at her exposed breasts. "But that only proves my point, does it not? The King doesn't care about Tropico, nor does he understand it. Nor does he care to understand it. The only way for the Tropican people to thrive is by releasing us from his shackles."

"I quite agree," said Isabella, deciding not mention how she'd quite like to see the Tropican people in her shackles instead. Metaphorically, of course. "Anyway, there was something you wanted to discuss with me?"

"Right, of course," said Evita. "I feel that the new library..."

Evita faltered again when Governor Isabella rose from her seat and walked around her desk. The guards and clerks had seen her because she couldn't

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