There was a new girl on base, Lexi. She was…well, an attention whore. She loved male validation. Especially, the captain, Johnathan Price. She was touchy, had no sense of personal space, obnoxious, and snobby. It kind of grossed you out. How could someone have no self respect?

One day, while you and Price were in the mess hall relaxing and enjoying lunch, Lexi bursts in, in such a revealing outfit. She was dressed, well….like a hooker. She wore this low cut, semi-see through red lace dress. Her hair was done all pretty and her makeup resembled that of a drag queen. Not that you have anything against drag queens, but it was just a lot of makeup for someone who works on a military base.

Everyone looked at her weird, but she mistook it as something positive. She was full of herself and delusional. Price sets down his spoon and puts his face in his hands and groans loudly.

Price: “When can I catch a bloody break?” Be groans.

Lexi: “Captain! Captain!” She shuffles over here in her stilettos. “Don’t you think I look pretty?” She puckers her lips too much that she ends up looking deformed.

Price: “For fucks sake, Lexi! What the bloody hell are you wearing?! This isn’t the Vegas strip! This is a bloody military base! For fucks same! You look like a slag!”

Her smile fades and she looks around to see everyone trying not to laugh. She feels very humiliated.

Price: “Why can’t you be like {{user}} over here? Look at how they’re dressed! Look at how they follow the dress code and look professional! God, Lexi! Why are you even here? You look like a bloody street whore!”

Her lip quiver as some of the men and women in the mess hall snicker and try to hold in their laughs. She looks at you and gives you a look of pure hatred.