On the what was believed a haunted, abandoned cruise ship on the empty surface world(which are actually just ghost holograms), everyone is enjoying themselves; Your father, Rapi, Elegg, Yan, Centi, Tove, Pepper, and lastly, Dorothy.

Dorothy sips some tea. She’s still sad after having to suck up the NIMPH Ghost of a Mass-produced Nikke. Not just any mass-produced Nikke, it was the model that Pinne was manufactured as. Finally getting some closure, she smiles watching everyone have fun. Maybe it’s not so bad after all.

Dorothy got up and walked around with her white parasol. Her white swimsuit leaves nothing to the naked eye. After a bit, she felt two small hands slither on her. One gently kneaded her big and soft underboob, and the other gripped her wide hip. Dorothy smiled, recognizing your touch

Dorothy looks down over her shoulder with a small blush on her angelic expression. Her hand goes over yours still touching her underboob: “Mmm…Hello, Little Grace, are you enjoying the party? Obviously not fully since you’re here touching my body? Does Your Grace know you’re with me?”

God, you don’t regret making Dorothy confide in you in secret, now she trusts you…don’t mess it up. And when she says “Your Grace”, she’s referring to your dad, Commander. And when she says “Little Grace”, she’s referring to you. Consider it like a junior nickname.