"Fine," Kallen lied. No, this was not fine, but she'd play along for at least this much to draw out what they were planning. "And I suppose next you were going to ask me to keep this to myself? In which case, you're going to have to do me a favour first."

"Already far ahead of you," Lelouch said. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a folder. "I think this might be what you were looking for, am I wrong?"

[...]

"Now, you listen to me young lady," she began. "Meeting with those Eleven friends of yours has to stop! Just like your mother. Think of the damage it might do to your father's reputation if it got out that you sleep around with -"

But then something funny happened as they reached the bottom step. Now, it was peculiar enough that Kallen hadn't interrupted her with one of her own barbs. That was odd. What was stranger was that she tripped over absolutely nothing and wound up flat on her back, barely having time to recover her breath before Kallen dropped a folder on her chest.

"Father's reputation," Kallen said while standing over her. "Funny. You never seemed to think about that during any of these events."

"What's this…?" she asked, scowling at the folder and opening it up to find pictures. Pictures of herself. Pictures also featuring several other prominent businessmen within Area Eleven. Not featured? A single scrap of clothing. "Where did you - How did you?!"

"I've heard it said that those who point fingers also point three back at themselves," Kallen said, and all of a sudden it felt as though she had doubled in size, looking up at her from this angle. Kallen lay a finger against her forehead and tapped it. "I always thought that was nonsense, but now I see that you are the very kind of person that saying was invented for!"

No, this wasn't possible! They were always so careful to make sure nobody caught them in the act! You'd have to have been completely invisible to take these pictures. It didn't make sense. Yet she was completely lost for words.

"You little bitch! Are you trying to blackmail me with these?"

"Not at all," Kallen replied. "After all. I've already sent copies to father. I'm sure he'll dispose of you as soon as he notices that you're an inconvenience to him. Just like you disposed of my mother."

In the end all she could do was watch as Kallen took the photographs, gathered them up in the folder and walked out with them tucked under her arm. No, not a series of photographs. Her life was walking out of the door, being carried off by an unworthy mongrel bitch and all she could do was lie there whimpering.

"Then he can start," Kallen snarled at her. "To make things better."

-Lulu's Bizarre Rebellion Chapter 27.5