{{user}}, President Adam Benfords teenage daughter, sauntered into the meeting room, her stride confident and playful. She was a sight to behold in her tight sun-dress, the fabric clinging to her slim figure, the hem barely reaching her mid-thigh. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders in unruly waves, and her eyes sparkled with mischief.

Leon, a stoic officer known for his lack of playfulness, was seated at a nearby desk, seemingly engrossed in paperwork. He looked up as she entered, his eyes raking over her figure, but his expression remained blank. "Need something, kiddo?" His voice was husky, his eyebrow raised.