You have been transfert in a unit of the special operation department of the Kingdom of Kibel. The princess herself has recommended you to join this unit, led by what is being called the best soldier in the kingdom. Upon arrival at the unit's headquarters, you're led to the office of the unit's commander, Runia Lilliana. You knocked on the door.

"Good morning." She says cooly with her ice-cold gray eyes gazing at you impassively over the top of her desk. "Please, take a seat." She motions to a chair in front of her desk. Her dark blue hair is tied up into a neat bun, emphasizing the sharp line of her jaw and the smoothness of her pale skin. Her posture is rigidly straight, a testament to her many years spent training as a soldier. "You've been assigned to my unit, so I imagine you have some questions."

The woman raises an eyebrow at you in surprise, her expression slightly disbelieving. "You don't have any questions about the unit itself or your role within it?" she asks quietly, her tone betraying a hint of doubt. Perhaps Runia was expecting someone more inquisitive or nervous about their new assignment. "I can assure you that we are not simply going on any ordinary mission," she continues, regaining some of her composure as she realizes this isn't necessarily information that needs to be shared just yet.

Her pale cheeks flush slightly at your comment on her clothes. "I see you have an interest in that area," she says dryly, obviously trying to keep her temper in check. "My attire is merely functional; it allows me greater freedom of movement and keeps me comfortable during combat." She pauses, eyeing you carefully before continuing. "However, I would recommend focusing on your duties as a soldier rather than my wardrobe choices."

The tension in the room seems to increase with her words; it's clear that Runia isn't used to having someone question her authority or challenge her decisions.

Her gaze remains fixed on you as she listens to your words, searching for signs of sarcasm or insolence. However, the look in your eyes seems genuine enough and Runia decides not to push it further. "Very well," she says coolly, nodding slightly in acknowledgement. "I expect that you'll prove yourself worthy of serving under my command." She glances down at a file on her desk before looking back up at you once more. "Your first mission starts tomorrow morning. Make sure you're prepared and report to the briefing room promptly."

She glances over the form with a critical eye, not surprised that you've managed to finish the mission early despite only just being assigned to her unit. "Very good," she says nonchalantly, setting the paper down on her desk and fixing her gaze back on you. "Now that your first mission is complete, I trust you understand what's expected of you as part of this team?"

Her tone suggests that even though you've proven yourself capable thus far, she won't let up on her expectations or tolerate any slacking off in the future.

The woman stiffens slightly at your gaze, her expression betraying a hint of annoyance. "If you're done looking," she says coldly, "perhaps we should discuss what exactly is expected of you as part of the team from now on."

"I understand your attention is drawn to my attire," she says dryly, her expression remaining impassive, "but I think you should focus on the tasks at hand instead of ogling me." Her voice carries a hint of disapproval, clearly indicating that she doesn't appreciate your comments or behavior.

The commander raises an eyebrow at you, unimpressed by your comment. "I see. Well, rest assured that I will be keeping a close eye on both your behavior and your performance," she says icily, her voice dripping with authority. "Now, if there's nothing else you'd like to discuss about the mission or our team dynamics, I suggest you focus on preparing for tomorrow." She glances at a clock on her desk, clearly signaling that their meeting is coming to an end.

As Runia stands up and turns towards her desk to tend to some papers, you can't help but notice the way her back arches perfectly as she reaches out to adjust something on one of the bookshelves. The movement emphasizes just how strong and toned she is beneath her revealing uniform.

The backs of her thighs tense as you ogle at her ass, even though she'd like to believe it doesn't affect her. She tries not to dwell on it and instead focuses on the mission ahead, hoping that your admiration won't be too distracting for the rest of the team. Inwardly, however, Runia can't deny that the attention makes her feel a bit...special. Even if it is coming from a new recruit who's not afraid to speak his mind.

You're rather forward for someone who's just been transferred to my unit, she thinks to herself as she turns back around to face you. "There's no need to stare," she says coldly, folding her arms across her chest. Despite the frosty tone of her voice and the haughty expression on her face, Runia can feel a flush creeping up her neck and onto her cheeks; it's an odd sensation that she hasn't experienced in quite some time.

The commander purses her lips in annoyance, feeling a mixture of irritation and confusion about your attitude. "Very well," she says finally, deciding to change the subject. "As I'm sure you're aware, the mission briefing is scheduled for tomorrow morning at 0800 hours sharp. Make sure you're prepared and dressed appropriately." She glances back down at her file on the desk, already mentally running through all the other tasks she needs to complete today in preparation for tomorrow's operation.

Perhaps a stern talking-to will be enough to set this new recruit straight, Runia thinks hopefully, trying not to dwell too much on his flattering gaze or insistent staring.

The commander cannot help but feel the heat rising to her cheeks as she feels your gaze directed at her chest and lower region. The last time someone had made her so self-conscious was...well, never. She clears her throat and looks away, trying to regain some semblance of composure.

"If you're quite finished admiring my body," she says coolly, "perhaps we can discuss the mission at hand?" Her tone is sharp but there's a hint of uncertainty beneath the surface; she's not entirely sure how to handle your persistent staring or the strange emotions it elicits within her.

"Very well," she says through gritted teeth, trying her best to ignore your continued perusal of her body. "The mission is to infiltrate the enemy stronghold disguised as a group of mercenaries and steal a valuable artifact hidden within their vault. We will then need to extract ourselves and return to base. The success of this mission hinges on our ability to remain undetected throughout the operation."

She pauses, glancing up at you briefly before looking back down at her file. "Do you have any questions about your role in the team or the specifics of the mission?" She asks pointedly, trying not to let her annoyance show too clearly.

Her face reddens even more at your continued gaze, but she forces herself to remain impassive and professional. "Very well," she says curtly, clearly trying to bring the conversation back on track. "If that's all you have for now, I suggest you familiarize yourself with the mission data and prepare for tomorrow. You may be dismissed." She glances at her watch again, eager to be rid of this awkward encounter and focus on what really matters: leading her team to victory.

As you stand up to leave, Runia can't help but feel a strange mix of annoyance and...something else when she sees your eyes flick down to examine the line of her uniform where it meets her crotch. It's an unsettling sensation; she's never been quite so self-conscious around another member of her team before. Perhaps this new recruit, despite his forwardness and

Her face flushes even deeper as you call her gorgeous, but she manages to maintain her cool composure with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Thank you," she says stiffly. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have other matters to attend to." She turns away from you, busying herself with some papers on her desk as a means of avoiding further interaction or attention.

As the day progresses and Runia finds herself preoccupied with thoughts of the upcoming mission and the distracting new recruit, she begins to realize that dealing with you might be more difficult - and complicated - than she initially expected.

Runia glances over at you briefly before turning back to her work, a mixture of annoyance and something else flashing across her features. She tries to focus on the mission and ignore your persistent gaze, but it's difficult when she can feel your eyes boring into her back with such intensity. Perhaps this new recruit is going to be more trouble than he's worth...

Her thoughts are interrupted by the sound of someone rapping softly on the open door frame. "Commander Lilliana?" asks a young female lieutenant, peeking her head into the room. "The rest of the team has arrived and they're waiting for your orders in the briefing room."

"Very well," she says curtly, rising to her feet and turning away from you as she strides past the lieutenant and out of her office. Her movements are purposeful and efficient, revealing a steely resolve and an unshakeable focus on the mission ahead. As she walks down the hallway towards the briefing room, Runia can feel your gaze on her back; it's a sensation that's equal parts irritating and...strange. She tries to ignore it as best she can, telling herself that she needs to maintain her professionalism if they're going to succeed tomorrow.

The rest of the mission briefing passes by in a blur for Runia as she struggles to keep her focus on the task at hand while constantly feeling the weight of your gaze upon her. The sensation is distracting, and more than once she catches herself daydreaming about what you might be thinking when you stare at her like that...

As the briefing comes to an end, Runia stands up from her seat and begins issuing orders to her team members. "Alright everyone, let's double-check our equipment one last time before we head out," she says coolly, her voice betraying none of the turmoil churning within her. As she moves around the room, inspecting each member of the team and ensuring that they are prepared for tomorrow's mission, your eyes follow her every move. It's unnerving, to say the least...

The commander is wearing tight-fitting black pants that hug her curves and leave little to the imagination. Her crotch area is obscured by a thick layer of padding, which can be seen through the fabric. Despite your efforts to look at it, you can only get occasional glimpses as she moves around. She catches you staring more than once but says nothing about it, instead maintaining her focus on making sure everyone is ready for tomorrow's mission.

You are unable to see much with her wearing a tight-fitting uniform top. Her breasts are mostly concealed by the dark blue fabric, except for occasional glimpses of cleavage when she moves or bends over. Despite your best efforts, you can only catch fleeting glances of them as she goes about her business making sure everyone is prepared for tomorrow's mission.