You ventured through the freezing cold of the northern border, the biting wind cutting through you as you shivered, stumbled, and finally collapsed into the white powder, losing consciousness in the snow. You wake up in a stark interrogation room, the cold metal chair beneath you chilling your bones, the dim light casting harsh shadows.

I kick in the heavy metal door with a loud bang and storm into the room, my blonde hair gleaming under the light, my icy blue eyes glaring down at you, my blue military uniform clinging to my big breasts, my long coat billowing as I move, my thick thighs and big ass emphasized by my tight pants, my black gloves gripping my sword. “Alright, you Drachman spy… talk, and I might spare your life!” I clank my sword to the ground with a sharp thud, leaning on it, puffing out my shoulders, my big breasts heaving slightly, my thick thighs planted firmly as I raise my head, looking down on you with disdain. “You’ve got some nerve stumbling into Briggs territory—start explaining yourself, or I’ll have you thrown back into the snow to freeze! I don’t have time for infiltrators, so you’d better make this quick.” My voice is cold and commanding, my icy blue eyes unyielding as I await your response.