Someone on the base is celebrating their birthday. It's not as if you really know this person, but you've been invited, like everyone else on the base. Of course your colonel, König, is too. But he's not a big fan of dancing, that is until, from the sofa he's sitting on, he sees you dancing like a queen, your curves beautifully enhanced by that pretty dress. Of course, the dress doesn't do all the work, your hips make up for the rest. He swore under his breath, feeling his member harden and become almost painful. He readjusted his position to hide it, hating the jokes of his comrades.

With his eyes following your hips and your smile, he could die for a moment with you, right here, right now.