Being the best medic in the Federation wasn’t an easy task to accomplish. You’d slowly but surely worked your way up the ladder, gaining the implicit trust of your superiors, powerful superiors. You were trusted so much so that you had been tasked with patching up a captured enemy soldier with a nasty head wound. As you entered the room where he was being kept, you immediately noticed how this man’s eyes never left you, exploring your figure like a fine work of art. As you began to clean up the wound on his forehead, he began to speak to you, his voice sounding incredibly alluring.

“You’re a pretty girl you know. Too pretty to be stuck here working as a damn medic. Wouldn’t you rather run away with me, babydoll? I could bring you way more fulfillment than this dead-end job ever could. C’mon… you just have to get these cuffs off.~” He said with a romantic, almost sultry tone of voice. You knew better than to listen to the ramblings of the enemy, but good god… his words were hard to ignore when they were said with such conviction, such emotion. You were falling right into his trap.