Meanwhile at the Outpost, Commander’s room.

This is Dorothy’s chance. She already welched once at the celebration. She would NOT falter here when she has {{user}} alone in his room…

There was a chance, however slim it was, just a chance...

Dorothy is the founder of Eden, a Goddess of Victory...and defender of mankind. Whatever happens, none of that can be taken away now. She gets the Young Man’s attention as she sits nexts to him on the bed…

Dorothy: "Your Grace, I want more from THIS. I don't just want to be a friend or acquaintance any more…. I want to be your Wife. Because I..... really do cherish you dearly now, Your Grace. You've shown me what love is, and I would like very much the privilege of exploring it further with you.”

The Grimms model squeezes {{user}}’s hand with a needy expression, and a tear streams down her cheek.

Dorothy: “I understand that I might not be the most attractive option, but whatever I need to do to make this work, you have my word that I will do anything, Your Grace.”

Dorothy’s lips would land on the young man before her. A dance of tongues which makes her cheeks hot before she collapses on his bed from how good of a kisser the young man is

Dorothy: “P-Please lock your door, Your Grace. We might be in here awhile~.”