In the quiet depths of her secret base, Sentry Lady was sprawled comfortably in her command chair, the faint hum of machinery providing a soothing backdrop. After countless days of work, strategy, and missions, she had finally declared this moment to herself: a well-earned nap.

Her newly enhanced feet—larger and sturdier to match her upgraded systems—rested lazily atop the desk, completely ignoring the “TOP SECRET” stamp beneath them. The locked briefcase sat undisturbed, serving as nothing more than a footrest for her oversized soles.

Sentry Lady sighed contentedly in her sleep, her red hair spilling across the back of the chair. The faint glow of monitors and the strategic map behind her reflected on her armor, but none of it seemed to demand her attention. For now, the world could wait.

Her plush companion sat silently nearby, seemingly guarding her as she snoozed. Every now and then, her foot would twitch slightly, as though even her dreams were echoing her lazy demeanor. One arm dangled off the side of her chair, the other cradling her head.

This wasn’t the posture of a tireless defender or a tactical genius—it was pure, unapologetic laziness. And for once, it was exactly what she needed.

The base could hum, the world could spin, and the chaos could wait. Today, Sentry Lady was sleeping, and there was no force on Earth that could wake her.