A Singer and her Struggles

Prologue: The Status Quo

It was an ordinary day as any other in the Retro Reich when a loud explosion could be heard from one of its many workshops

„Hank dammit!“ cursed a chubby naked man in said workshop, his body covered in soot and metallic splinters embedded in his skin here and there.
„Are you okay master?“ came a voice from a side room, out of its door peeked the head of a much younger man, barely an adult, he too was naked but as he approached his master he covered his precious bits, he still felt shame whereas his master felt none whatsoever anymore.
„Yeah, yeah, just fucked ma measurements. Nothing to get ya hair up ya ass about.“
„This happens quite often recently, you sure nothing is wrong with you master?“
„Meh, I'm just pissed, I still cannae believe our faction got booted out with the election, the sheer audacity I tell ya.“

The Election the Man spoke of was one that had been held weeks ago, it had created quite the uproar in the nation as for the first time in centuries one of the ruling factions had been outvoted by a newer faction as the Hank Hillian Public Service Department lost its seat to the Ninner's Entertainment Network. Traditionalists did not take kindly to it and had been complaining nonstop ever since, much to the dismay of many. One such person, on the receiving end of these complaints, was now sitting in her pub, serving a glass of beer to some customers, as she let out a heavy sigh.

„What's wrong bitch?“
„Yeah, why the long face? Show us your tits!“
„Want us to sell you a dildo? We make killer ones“
„Yeah with spikes and shit, Awesome.“

A group of small gnomish man were talking to Ninsiah as they pushed and showed each other from the chair that they were sharing while fighting for the glass of beer that they just got served. Ninsiah looked at them with a deadpan expression. The tall but slender woman was used to the nature of these guests as they were regulars, but their nature still evoked a stir of mixed emotions in her each time they visited, the fact they were staring deep into her cleavage with no shame at all was not helping it either, sure she wore a nice long dress that was a bit more on the revealing side for her legs and chest to entice some men into a bigger tip but at least those showed some restraint usually.

„I'm not even gonna question why you guys got something like that in the first place, but no. That's not it at all. Ever since we got elected, some people gotten really nasty towards me and my fellows, and I don't know what to do about it.“

„What that shit to you anyway?“
„Why not let others do thinking if it hurts your head.“
„Yeah, we don't think either, we just do shit.“
„Awesome shit!“

„That is all great, but sadly, I do not have that same luxury as you fellows, you know? I kind of got selected to represent us on the Ruling Council, so sadly I do have to think. I just don't know what to do to make people warm up to us more. All I really can do is sing.“

„What is so hard about it?“
„Yeah just sing then, makes me happy that's for sure.“
„Only thing better than your boobs even.“
„But you can show them while singing if ya want.“

The comments of her patrons baffled Ninsiah a bit, but it also opened her eyes. Why not just sing?

„You know what? I think you might actually not be all that wrong, maybe a nice concert really would do the trick. Thanks fellas.“

Setting Plans in Motion

It was a few days later that the Ruling Council once more sat together, there wasn't anything too special to be discussed and so the meeting went on mostly without anything of note, until Ninsiah decided to take the end of the meeting to make her idea known. She went in front of the table and handed out some papers to the rest of the Council and began speaking.

„Now then, oh honored Council, I would like to make a proposal regarding some potential concerts. I know that some people still are somewhat reluctant about the last election and thus with some help of the Council I would like to hold some concerts for them to show them, that we do care about them too. I would like them to be free of charge, so everyone can enjoy them with some possible free beverage on top to sweeten the deal. What say you that we make this an unforgettable event for the people to bury the hatchet?“ Ninsiah tried to bring out her best costumer service smile and tried to convince the rest of the Ruling Council by making sure that the Ninner's Entertainment Network would take care of all the busywork, and they just needed some financial help from them. The other council members, however, did not seem too enthusiastic about this.

„Hmm, I do understand where you are coming from my dear, but I am not sure if we can just finance this since it seems to be more a you issue than a national one...“ An older lady in scholarly clothes answered with a conflicted smile. Her mostly silver hair only had a faint shimmer of the pink that it once was, and shows her affiliation with the dreamweavers.

„Yeah, I don't think I can just ok this either, harvest this season has been quite poor due to some cyclones hitting farmlands quite heavy. We will need all quite some amount already to provide aid to them and to import more food to keep steady. These concerts seem rather low as priority in contrast.“ Came a muscular build man in the prime of his life that had floppy ears betraying his heritage as a champyon.

„I am also not sure if the smaller workshops would be too happy if we spend money for a new faction that seems to be only in their interest. Could send the wrong message that they all need to compete for a seat in order to finance themselves better instead of helping the nation.“ Came a third man in leather clothes that were full of wear and tear and showed his history as a master craftsman himself, he was representing the individual workshops on the council.

Ninsiah was paralyzed. She tried her best to outwardly seem calm, but the refusals of the other council members were hitting her hard. They each made a solid argument that Ninsiah could not really argue against, but this was the best Idea she managed to come up with. As she racked her brain for a way out however she got a lifeline that she did not expect at all, as the three Onobots on the council, that rarely involved themselves with the actual decision-making of the Council and simply voted what they want, began speaking up.

„If there is discord amongst the humanoids, then we must act to diminish this.“
„These concerts seem to be something that people like, therefore I see no problem.“
„If the Council worries about the financial involvement of the council, then we will simply fund it ourselves privately.“ Ninsiah was overjoyed hearing this and looked with anticipation at how the other Council Members would feel about the new situation.

„Oh my, if the Onobots themselves are willing to help out, then I see no issue anymore.“ Smiled the old lady. The other 2 members however still looked a bit hesitant as their own issues were not fully addressed with this alone yet. Ninsiah noticed this and started immediately trying to come up with a solution of her own as to not let this chance slip away from her.

„Uhm... I am of course grateful for this financial support from the Onobots for this idea but maybe if we cut down somewhat on the size of the event and use the money saved to further support the farmlands that got hit by the cyclones and show that way that the support of the Onobots is not just for Ninner's Entertainment Network, then surely this would make everyone even more happy?“

With these words, the other last two Council members smiled and nodded their support towards Ninsiah. She was already fist pumping on the inside for her supposed victory, as suddenly a whole new set of problems was shoved onto her and the Onobots began talking anew.

„Hmm, that seems to be reasonable, we cannot see any problems with that.“
„We shall limit the numbers to one concert per city. The main plaza of the capital can hold roughly 53.734, that should be enough for interested people within it for example. Please make sure to arrange for the concert to be of that size.“
„Huh? Wait what?“ Ninsiah was shocked at what she just heard, how is a single concert supposed to reach this many people? That was nonsense!
„As for the concern that this is a project solely from the Ninner's Entertainment Network, we Onobots shall join in as musicians, that way no one will think it is just one Organization getting the support.“
„Wait, huh? You guys can make music?“
„Do not worry, we have never done so before, therefore we should have plenty of space to adapt to whatever you plan for us to do in the concert.“
„Wait no! That's not where the issue is at all.“
„Seeing as everyone is in agreement, the proposal brought forth by Ninsiah of the Ninner's Entertainment Network is therefore accepted and shall be as proposed be handled by Ninsiah with adequate funding by us Onobots. Please make the appropriate preparations by end of the month.“

Before Ninsiah could speak up at all, she was handed back her papers with a big green OK stamp on it from the Onobots. She tried her best to keep smiling, but the twitching in her face gave away to anyone how stressed she was at the new problems thrown her way.