"And just how would a nude calendar be tasteful OR empowering?"

"There's nothing wrong with naked people! We're all naked sometimes, right?"

"Some of us more so than others." Nanao eyed her opponent's ample, exposed cleavage with disdain. "I'm sorry, I just do not see how using nude male models would in any way contribute to societal improvement."

Rangiku slammed her fist into her palm. "We're taking back our bodies! If WE sexualize THEM as much as THEY sexualize US, it's fair. We'll remove the social stigma. Besides, our Artistic Development Head said that nudes could be done very tastefully."

Rukia nodded from outside the combat zone. "I know this guy. It's quite beautiful. Personally, I prefer the "strategically placed stuffed rabbit" option, but there's a whole catalogue of themes we can pick from."

"But... how will we convince anyone we know to pose for that sort of picture? Isn't it awfully... embarrassing?" Momo, who had been chewing on her nails and turning steadily more red throughout the debate, sat on her hands and tried to disappear under the table as she mortified herself with her own question.

"We give them no alternative. Not to say that I necessarily approve of this project." Soi Fon, who had not expressed her preference one way or another up until that point, spoke up from the corner of the meeting room. Her face spoke volumes about what would happen to men who did not give their consent.

Yachiru, who had been thinking much the same thing about coercion before Soi Fon beat her to the punch, clapped in excitement. "Yep! We're very persuasive! AND, it looks like we're ready to vote, because now we'll win. Those in favor?"

"No! Not those in favor! This topic has not received adequate discussion!" Nanao pushed up her glasses, which flashed dangerously. "And we haven't even decided who will be featured for each month."

"So you support the naked man calendar, now?" Rangiku asked wearily.

"That is neither here nor there. Right now, we need to be thinking about our subjects' hair color, skin tone and general physique. Please pay attention."

"This could totally be a separate movement. Why can't we vote?" Yachiru pouted and tried to make her eyes look teary. "I haven't gotten to count hardly any votes yet today."

Nanao pursed her lips in reply, not impressed with the crocodile tears. "Oh, fine. Do what you want. It will not be my fault when our meeting notes are messy."

Yachiru perked right back up like a plant after watering. "Yay! All in favor?"

A chorus of "Aye"'s followed.

"Opposed, same sign?"

Nothing.

"Momo, silence means consent. That's the super official Robert rule."

Momo turned red again but remained silent.

The core pro-calendar faction all cheered, namely Yachiru, Rangiku and Rukia. Yachiru thought she saw Soi Fon smile in a lecherous way, but she might have imagined it. Nemu emoted about as much as usual, but in a positive way.

"Great! Now let's all think of all the men we know who would make us lots of money in the calendar!"

Everyone got to work conferring and making lists. Everyone except Nemu.

"Um." Nemu was emoting in a slightly negative way, and lightly poked Yachiru to get her attention, speaking quietly at her side. "I only know one man."

Yachiru paused, tried to hold in an "ew" and a grimace. "Your creepy cousin-dad doesn't count. He can't be in the calendar." Her eye twitched at the thought.

Nemu looked crushed, in a very subtle way. It was a very sad sight indeed. Yachiru was deeply moved.

"Aww, it's okay! You can borrow one of mine! I've got tons of guys I can order around! There's gotta be at least one you like!"

Nemu looked touched, as if no one had ever been so kind as to lend her a naked man before. Truly. She even smiled. "That is very kind of you, Madam President. I would be honored to borrow one of your men."

"No problem! It's a big responsibility, having so many dudes to boss around, so I have to remember to share. As your president, I need to take care of you!" She gave a big, cheesy grin and a thumbs up.

Nemu responded in kind, albeit in a watered down, pathetic sort of way. American cheese, maybe, or Velveeta. "Your dedication is truly inspiring."

Yachiru did her best to encourage good behavior in her underlings. She patted Nemu on the head for the effort. "Now, let's look at pictures and you can pick one! Just imagine them naked. Except Baldy, you only have to imagine him a little more naked. Here!"

The Society spent the next several hours hunched over pictures, diagrams and color swatches, plotting.