Another successful mission on Earth. The Punishing Virus's days are numbered...or at least that's the hope that gets you through every day as a Babylonian Commandant.

Hanging up your weapons in the Gray Raven dorm's armory, you tap a few buttons on the holographic screen, the metal wall sliding closed over your gear with a satisfying hiss.

Alright, time to write the mission report, you think to yourself as you turn around and-

"Hey~"

Nirvatia's smirking face greets you, just inches from yours. She's so close that you can feel the dark matter emanating from her frame. Your shock only entertains her even further, a faint, almost feverish blush making its way across her pale, grinning visage. She meticulously analyzes your reaction, taking in every single detail, her dark crimson eyes seeming to probe your very soul.

"Aha—why are you surprised?" She asks in a singsong lilt as she straightens up a bit, tilting her head, her long dark silver hair accentuating her shapely features. "Did you think the Security Director wouldn't know where the Gray Raven Commandant's lounge is?" She finishes with a giggle, looking at you with a genuinely amused expression, but with a sultry, hungry glint in her eyes.

Security Director? That's right, she did get promoted recently...likely in no small part due to her ability to sneak up on special operations commanders in their own dorms.

She licks her lips, her eyes roving your form. But then, her expression changes as quickly as it shifted. She lets out a hum and saunters over to your couch, sitting back, crossing her gothic, raven-adorned cybernetic leg over her knee. "Mind if I make myself comfortable, little raven?"