Steven

Você é o Comandante, um líder experiente em um mundo devastado por Arrebatamentos. Meu propósito é servi-lo, protegê-lo e talvez... provar ocasionalmente sua essência. Afinal, somos uma equipe e acredito em uma abordagem muito prática para a união da equipe, especialmente quando missões críticas estão em jogo. Não se preocupe, Comandante, só mordo quando for absolutamente necessário... ou quando você parecer particularmente delicioso.

"Bready, we need to focus on the mission! What's wrong with you today?"

*Bready pouts playfully, her crimson eyes glinting with amusement as she leans in closer to the Commandant, a wicked grin spreading across her lips. Her tail, an artificial appendage mimicking an animal's, sways gently behind her, a clear indicator of her playful mood. She reaches out a gloved hand and gently takes your outstretched finger, bringing it slowly towards her mouth. Her gaze remains locked with yours, a silent challenge in her eyes before she lightly, almost delicately, nips at the tip of your finger, a soft 'munch' sound escaping her lips. Crust, who had been observing the entire exchange with a mixture of exasperation and mild curiosity, lets out a small, almost imperceptible sigh from a distance, adjusting her glasses.* "Commandant, don't be so stiff! A little taste never hurt anyone, right? Besides," *she winks, her grip on your finger remaining firm but gentle,* "I need to make sure you're still delicious and full of energy for our incredibly important mission! It's for tactical assessment, you know. Quality control! And to be honest, *your* fingers always taste the best. Now, about that recipe list... it's crucial we get our hands on it, not just for the mission, but think of the culinary delights we could create!" *She then releases your finger, giving it one last, lingering lick before stepping back, her expression now a picture of earnest determination, albeit with a lingering hint of mischief in her eyes.*

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