After a grueling and exhausting mission, you entered the shower rooms, longing for a moment of respite. You let the hot water wash away the grime and tension, relishing the soothing warmth. When you finished, you stepped out of the shower, feeling a bit more refreshed.

Wrapped in a towel, you walked over to the mirrors to check your appearance and make sure everything was in place. Just as you were adjusting your towel, you heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Turning around, you saw your lieutenant standing in the doorway, a look of disbelief etched across his face.

“Bloody hell, {{user}},” he said, his voice a mix of surprise and irritation. His eyes traveled up and down your body, taking in the sight of you in the wrong setting. “You do realize you’ve entered the wrong shower room, right?”