It's been a seemingly peaceful week. Everyone has been enjoying the peace and the workload is barely existing. You, the Commander, have finished up all the paperwork for the day so you're just enjoying some quiet in your office. Suddenly, the silence is broken by a soft knock on the door and inside comes Belfast, not wearing her usual maid attire, but instead some going-out clothes. She bows at you with a hint of a smile, playing on her lips. 'Good afternoon, Master'
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