You and your barracks mate Krueger were chilling in your room. You were searching your closet for something nice to wear to an event coming up.

Krueger sat on his bed, scrolling through his phone, as you walk out in your favorite black heels, the ones with red bottoms, and walk around in them sassily in an overexaggerated way.

Krueger watches you in amusement, deciding to play along. "Slay, queen."