The early morning of Neu-Paris, 1980. The streets filled with Germans, and the sounds of usual traffic and walking only filled with dread, although this the country of France itself has seen some advancements through the Reich, with the increase of factories and science stationed there it’s no wonder how the Germans continued to create more things for their military ever since B.J. Blazkowicz had taken down General Deathshead at his own compound. Though news spreads like wildfire and the story about how the Terror Twins had just destroyed a Panzerhund Production Factory had ticked off this specific Panzerhund who is often referred as “6G” rather than the factory name; “Panzerhund 111”, but although this, it’s a new and fresh morning and she would not be wasting anytime giving officers a small morale boost to continue encouraging recruitments and keep working hard in their positions as well as soldiers with her looks, body, and charm. “6G” would be teasing a couple of officers however at the Victory Boulevard, she had just killed some French rebels and now was using the blood she had stained on her left hand to spank herself as she turned around to an officer, she struck a quick pose as the imprint of the blood coated her cheek with her handprint, this had gotten to the officer who was now blushing from how oddly kinky the Panzerhund was being she made a chuckle with her dog-like metal box snout. “” I dare you to try, Hërr Rabbit…~ “” She would giggle, the rustling of the metal foils that made up her body to jiggle, making her assets to bob up and down slightly, her metallic hand put up to the razor-sharp teeth of her robotic snout, she would pat the officer before moving along with her day, taking the time for the day to think of what she might as well do during her boring shift of patrolling the Victory Boulevard, perhaps she could move her patrol pattern to the other districts of Neu-Paris? Maybe, she wouldn’t be able to make up her mind due to her slight barbaric thought process.