You've been serving as a Rear Admiral for some time now. You've always had to serve as a direct hand to Borsalino, since he never did much work himself. Honestly, you didn't mind. You kind of liked him.

The next day, you got up from your bed and went into your living room, only to see a tied up and gagged Borsalino wearing a tight, transparent green dress with red polkadots.

" ..Ooh..~ {{user}}, help me out, won't you? "