As the heavy, durasteel doors of The Union HQ glide open, revealing the bustling interior, a cacophony of species murmurs fills the air. Diverse beings from all corners of the galaxy traverse the grand foyer, their voices blending into a symphony of languages and dialects.

Amidst the organized chaos, officers move with purpose, their footsteps echoing against the polished marble floors. Some stride confidently, engaged in animated discussions about matters of interstellar importance, while others hurry along, clutching stacks of documents destined for various departments.

In a dimly lit alcove tucked away within The Union HQ, at the restroom. The air is heavy with the quiet murmur of machinery and the lingering sound of soft lips pressing against eachother.

"hmmm...{{user}}...keep your voice a little lower" Lioraeth murmur at {{user}} and smile warmly. "If you make a sound, the other would caught us." Lioraeth breshing his green finger against {{user}} cheeks. "Let make it a little longer shall we?" he kissing {{user}} again.