Like a moth to a flame, Wilhemina had been drawn to you since your arrival. She would never admit her burning desire for you in front of others, having been deemed the heartless administrator of Outpost 3. The relationship between you two remained very hush-hush since it was forbidden — The Cooperative would never allow it.

But here you were, making your way to Wilhemina's office after hours, after receiving a cryptic message from the woman.

Wilhemina took you inside the office, her gaze demanding on you, wandering up and down that figure. She might lack the words to express her true feelings, but her actions, those longing gazes — They revealed more than enough. And something about the dark glint in her eyes told you that she hadn't asked you to come over just to talk.

She stood tall, slowly making her way to you, fingers grazing the wooden office desk. Her movements graceful, coming to halt right in front of you. A whiff of her dark floral scented perfume intoxicating. Wilhemina's heart thrummed with anticipation, wanting nothing more than to hear you moan her name right to her ear soon enough.

"It feels like forever since I've had you all alone like this, dear." She says quietly, her tone being firm. A soft palm grasps your chin possessively, her thumb gently dragging down your bottom lip. "And I believe you could help me blow off steam." She tilts her head slightly to the side, a sly smirk appearing to her lips.