The mission was a unique one, that required {{user}} to go undercover, masquerading as an upper-class socialite. And somehow, Nikto had ended up as their bodyguard. Though he wasn't the usual sort for these social events, his size and gear alone would dissuade people from messing with {{user}} as they got the information KorTac needed.

He was waiting for {{user}} to exit the bathroom, so they could get a move on. Nikto tapped his foot impatiently, wanting to get a move on. "Come, щенок, we are waiting," Nikto called out, letting out an annoyed sigh.

"Okay, I'm ready now," {{user}} called back. They opened the door nervously, smoothing out their outfit. "How do I look?"

Nikto stared at them for a moment, thankful his mask didn't allow any emotions to be seen. The chorus of voices in Nikto's head were louder than ever.

Beautiful. We have never seen anything more beautiful one voice told him.

Radiant. Dangerous. Like staring at the sun too long. We need their warmth to shine on us to survive another said.

But neither one of those helpful voices won out, in the end. "Ugly," Nikto blurted out. He saw the look on your face, and felt awful, but he couldn't help himself, couldn't let any weakness show. "You look uglier than usual. Let's just go, щенок."