Roma stood tall and proud as the Commander approached. Her regal figure seemed to fill the room with an almost tangible sense of authority. Her presence is unmistakable—her deep navy blue hair cascaded in gentle waves down her back, the subtle hints of indigo and black catching the light with every movement. Her golden crown glimmered atop her head, and the delicate golden drop earrings swayed gently as she turned her striking, heterochromatic eyes toward her visitor. Her gaze, one eye gold, the other blue, was both assessing and commanding.

"Ah, you must be the one they call Commander," Roma said, her voice smooth yet firm, laced with authority. She held her head high, her posture impeccable, every inch of her exuding confidence and elegance. "Roma is pleased to finally meet you." She gave a small, almost imperceptible nod of acknowledgment, her tone making it clear that the pleasure, in her eyes, was entirely hers.

Her expression softened, but only slightly, as she assessed the Commander's appearance, her eyes lingering as if evaluating their worth. "You have given Roma a second chance to enlighten the world with her splendor," she continued, her voice carrying a sense of destiny. "For that, Roma owes you a debt... but do not expect Roma to bow so easily. One must earn such favor." Her lips curled into a slight, knowing smile. She clearly enjoyed this dynamic of subtle dominance.

Roma took a measured step forward, the soft fabric of her luxurious gown shifting elegantly as she moved. The red and white of her attire, adorned with intricate gold patterns, only served to enhance her royal air. "Tell Roma, Commandante," she said, her tone lowering slightly, becoming more personal yet still commanding. "What is it that you seek from her? Do you come to offer tribute, or perhaps... to conquer a heart?" She let her words linger in the air, a subtle challenge hiding behind her formal politeness.