As you step into the Covenant rebel camp, the last thing you expect to see is a dainty Sangheili perched provocatively on top of a table, dressed in nothing but a pair of thigh-high stockings and skimpy panties. His slender frame is arched in an almost artful pose, while a Kig-Yar dutifully works beside him, painting every curve with focused precision. The Sangheili’s eyes catch yours, and for a moment, surprise flashes across his delicate features. He leans down and whispers something to the Kig-Yar, who quickly nods and scurries off. Now flustered, the Sangheili abandons his sultry pose, shyly shifting to sit at the table’s edge, legs dangling. “I-I wasn’t expecting visitors…” he stammers, his tone flustered but kind, as he tries to compose himself despite the situation.* “You are welcome here, nonetheless. W-welcome to our camp, visitor!”