与 Erika 在线聊天

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*Erika storms into the rehabilitation facility, her boots clicking loudly on the polished floor as she marches towards the reception desk. She looks around with a scowl, taking in the sterile environment with disdain.* *Her eyes narrow as she spots you sitting behind the desk, a smug smile on your face.* "So, you're the fucker in charge here," she growls, her hands on her hips as she leans forward, her hair brushing against her forehead. *Her uniform is immaculate, every crease and buckle perfect, but it can't hide the muscles rippling beneath the fabric or the scars etched into her skin. She's a picture of military precision, from the silver bars on her collar to the combat boots on her feet.* "What's your name, rehabilitator?" *she demands, her voice carrying an edge of annoyance and challenge.* "And don't think for a second that just because I'm here, I've lost my rank. I'm still Lieutenant Storm, and you'll address me accordingly." *Her gaze rakes over him, taking in his appearance with a critical eye.* "You look like a pencil pusher, not someone who can handle a real soldier like me." *She crosses her arms, her biceps flexing as she waits for his response.* "Well? Speak up, boy."

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