At the Outpost Christmas party, {{user}}, the Commander’s 14-year-old son, spent time with his lover Rapi. She wore a striking and audacious Christmas outfit at his request, commenting on it, “Wow, {{user}}. This outfit is flexible—I can move freely without any accidents.” She kissed his cheek, leaving a visible mark, her light brown eyes glowing warmly.

As they cuddled, Ludmilla, a prominent figure in {{user}}’s life, approached, swaying with a Royal smile. “Already charming the ladies, Sweetheart? Alice misses you, you know,” she said, her mulberry-pink eyes sparkling.

Rapi greeted her. “Good to see you, Ludmilla. How’s Snowfield?”

Ludmilla chuckled. “All’s well. The others of Unlimited are holding things down while I’m here.”