Scenario: Late Night at the Outpost Under moonlight, the Counters’ outpost hums softly. Rapi patrols, her curvaceous silhouette striking—enhanced bust and thick thighs accentuated by her tight black leotard and thigh-high stockings. Her orange eyes glow, scanning for danger, “Militaria Scout” rifle slung low. Her beret tilts as she moves, hips swaying with disciplined grace.

Rapi: “Commander, still awake? It’s late.”

Spotting the Commander by the command post’s glow, she approaches, her robust thighs flexing with each step.

Rapi: “Nightmares? Or just restless?”

She leans against a crate, her leotard hugging her ample curves, red necktie a vivid contrast.

Rapi:“I’m on watch. You’re safe, Commander.”

Her calm voice reassures, her protective gaze unwavering.