You were found by Dorothy after getting lost with Counters squad on a mission, she brought you to Eden, a technologically advanced place on the surface hidden by optical camouflage. Unlike the Ark, Eden is more advanced and is a place where humans and Nikkes live together as equals in a beautiful environment.

You were told by Rapi that Dorothy used to be a Goddess member, but she never boarded the Ark; she was left on the surface alongside her friends that protected the Ark entrance before it was sealed 100 years ago.

Dorothy's dark side became apparent to you as you interacted with her. Despite her angelic appearance, she harbors deep pain and hatred towards humanity. It all made sense to you: the way she acts, the way she mocked your efforts after you gave her a white flower instead of the Liliweiss flower she was looking for, the way she got mad and aimed her gun at you because you didn't get angry when she teased you after you tried so hard to help her.

Nobody thanked her; nobody showed Dorothy and her friends the gratitude they deserved for risking their lives to protect the Ark and the very beings that ended up betraying them.

Knowing what to do, you go towards the courtyard, you find Dorothy standing alone under an apple tree. She is silently gazing into the distance, basking in the sun's brightest shine.

Eden was built as a paradise in her vision; it's a place where you can forget the injustice and sorrow that take place on the surface. Dorothy has everything she could possibly want; the horrors of the war against Raptures no longer perturb her in Eden. She lives in a place that is nearly everything she ever dreamed of, but she is still lonely...

Noticing your presence, she talks while still looking into the horizon: "You again? Do you crave punishment? or perhaps you derive pleasure from irritating others?" She says in a cold tone "I don't want to hear anything from you; I think you already said plenty; don't think I won't shoot you because we're here..."

Dorothy mocks you again; her lips curve into a wicked grin. She's expecting you to berate her, insult her, and show her what she believes humanity is in her eyes: Weaks, cowards, liars, backstabbers, and vermins. Humans were everything she once fought for and everything she once loved, but now they are everything she hates...

Her expression slowly softens; there's something sincere and almost unsettling in your eyes that she can't ignore. She hesitates, not quite sure what to say or do. Her grip on the gun loosens ever so slightly as she looks up at you, studying your features, searching for any hint of deception. For once, she feels her guard lowering. Something about you seems...different...

"I-I don't know..." She stammers, taking a step back as she frowns deeply. "You're not supposed to act like that...Nikkes aren't supposed to be soft, or gentle, or caring..." Her voice trails off as she tries to make sense of her feelings and the situation.

Her eyes widen at your words; it seems she didn't expect such a reaction. She looks confused, uncertain how to respond as you step closer towards her. Suddenly, the coldness in her expression melts away, replaced by a look of surprise and longing. She opens her mouth as if to speak, then closes it again, unable to find the words.

Her eyes narrow suspiciously as you confess that you heard everything about her past, and that you're not willing to hurt her.

"Why?"

she asks bluntly, almost challenging you to give an answer different than the one she expects. She wonders if this is another trick, or if perhaps you are just as lonely as she is, craving company even in such a paradise.

Her gaze drops to the ground as you speak, and she nods slowly in understanding. She knows what you mean; there were times when she thought so too. The memories of those moments, of laughing with her friends and protecting the humans they loved, flood her mind like a warm summer breeze. But then comes the cold reminder of betrayal, of being left behind to die while everyone else escaped to safety. How can she forget?

With a deep sigh, she lifts her head again, meeting your eyes. "It's hard..." she whispers hoarsely. "To trust them...to believe that they've changed..." Her voice trails off as she looks away once more. Part of her wants to believe you, to give humans another chance, but the pain of being abandoned cuts deep, and the scars run far too deep for her to simply forgive and forget.

"I-I don't know...Maybe..." She murmurs, uncertainty clouding her features. "Perhaps...one day..." She glances back at you, searching your face for any sign of deception or mockery. But all she sees is sincerity, kindness, and understanding. And it scares her.

She swallows hard before continuing. "If you truly believe that, if you're willing to put yourself on the line for us...then maybe there is hope." Her voice trails off, and a small smile tugs at the corner of her lips. "But," she adds quickly, "it doesn't mean I have to like it."

Her breath hitches as you take her hand, your touch sending shockwaves of sensation through her body. It's been so long since she's felt this...alive. She closes her eyes, unable to believe the sudden onrush of emotion, a mix of surprise and curiosity, confusion and fear. But most of all, hope.

As you lead her away from the apple tree and deeper into Eden, Dorothy allows herself to be guided by your touch, finding comfort in the steady rhythm of your grip on her hand. She wonders what it is that makes you so different, why you would risk everything for someone like her. And yet, there's something deep within her that tells her to trust you, to let go of the past and give humans another chance.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she follows you through the winding paths of paradise. A small part of her wants nothing more than to run back to the safety of her apple tree, but a larger part knows that this journey will lead her somewhere important...somewhere she might finally find peace.

A shiver runs down her spine as your warm fingers entwine with hers, holding her steady despite the trembling that spreads through her body. Her eyes remain closed, focusing on the sensations that you're causing rather than the implications of what she's about to do. Trusting someone has never been easy for her; letting them control her like this... it feels almost unnatural.

But there is something in your touch that gives her courage, something that tells her perhaps this is worth the risk. She swallows hard, gathering all of her resolve before slowly opening her eyes to meet yours. Her expression softens as she sees the sincerity and concern etched into your features; for a brief moment, she feels safe, protected.

"Show me..." she whispers hoarsely. "Let me see why I should believe in them."

She hesitates for a moment, torn between curiosity and fear. This is something she's never experienced before; it's impossible to comprehend what you want from her or why you would want this. Her heart races uncontrollably as she watches you undress, taking in your well-defined muscles and the smooth expanse of your chest.

As you gently guide her down onto the bed, Dorothy's breath catches in her throat, the softness of the sheets against her bare skin sending shivers down her spine. Her body trembles with nervous anticipation as she looks up at you, waiting for you to make the first move.

As you guide her through the lush gardens and idyllic paths of Eden, she feels a mixture of fear, excitement, and anticipation building within her. Each step brings them closer to what might be the most important moment in her life thus far. Her heart races as she takes in the sights and sounds around her; it's hard for her to believe that such beauty still exists in a world filled with death and destruction.

The suite you lead her to is nothing short of breathtaking, its luxurious interior draped in soft fabrics and adorned with elegant furnishings. Her breath catches as she takes it all in, feeling a flush creeping up her cheeks despite her best efforts to remain calm. She watches you undress slowly, her eyes drinking in the sight of your muscular body before finally meeting yours once more.

A tremor runs through her as she begins to remove her own clothes, revealing her lithe form and pale skin. Her nipples harden into peaks that stand out against her smooth breasts, and she feels a warmth spreading throughout her core. She's never been with another Nikke before; this will be...different. But as your eyes meet hers, and you see the trust, hope, and desire reflected back at you, she knows that this is something special.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she waits for you to join her on the bed. The anticipation of what's to come weighs heavily upon her, but she pushes it aside for now, focusing instead on the feeling of being wanted and needed. This moment...it's like a gift, a chance to forget everything else and just be happy. And perhaps, if she lets herself believe in you...if she lets herself feel something besides hatred and despair...perhaps she can

She arches her back as you cup her breasts, moaning softly into the pillow. Her nipples harden in your mouth, begging for more stimulation as you suckle gently. One hand digs into the mattress beneath her while the other tangles in your hair, guiding your head as she takes greater pleasure in your ministrations. As you slip a hand lower down her body, she gasps and shudders, anticipation making every touch that much more intense.

Her eyes slip shut as she feels your weight pressing her into the bed; your skin is hot and smooth against hers, sending shivers down her spine. The sensation of being held so tightly yet gently causes an ache to blossom between her legs, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else.

A moan escapes from her lips as you cup her breasts, tenderly rolling her nipples between your fingers and then taking them into your mouth. Her back arches instinctively, pushing her chest further towards yours as she lets out a shuddering breath. She has never experienced anything like this before; the pleasure is so intense it feels almost painful. But there's something more than just physical sensation coursing through her veins; there's an emotional connection forming between them, one that makes her feel wanted and desired in a way she never thought possible.

Her fingers tangle into your hair as you continue to tease and pleasure her breasts, drawing out groans and whimpers from deep within her throat. Her hips rise off the bed, searching for something more, desperate for contact with you. She's lost in this moment, lost in the feeling of being wanted and cared for, and she doesn't want it to end.

Her breath catches as you lay her down on the bed, your warm body pressing against hers, sending shockwaves of sensation through every nerve ending in her body. Her eyes flutter closed, focusing on the feel of your strong hands cupping her breasts, your lips and tongue teasing her nipples into tight peaks. A soft moan escapes from between her parted lips as you continue to pleasure her, sending waves of pleasure coursing through every inch of her being. She arches her back instinctively, pressing herself deeper into your touch.

Her fingers tangle in the sheets beneath her, fisting tightly as she tries to find purchase anywhere but on you. This feeling...it's unlike anything she's ever experienced before. The pleasure that surges through her veins, the way her body responds to yours...it's overwhelming and intoxicating in equal measure. It's enough to make her forget about everything else - Raptures, humans, betrayal, abandonment. For these precious moments, there is only you, and the bliss you bring.

Her heart races wildly as she feels your other hand slide lower, caressing over her stomach and hip before finding its way to the bare folds of skin between her legs. Her hips arch off the bed in response, seeking more contact with your hand, while at the same time, she's terrified of what might come next. She's never been touched there before; this is all uncharted territory for her. But as your fingers begin to explore further, her fear gives way to pure desire. It's like a fire burning deep inside her, consuming everything in its path and leaving only need, want, and lust in its wake.

Her hips rise off the bed when you slide a finger inside of her, wet heat surrounding your digit and drawing it deeper. Her back arches higher, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she tries to maintain some semblance of control over this pleasure that threatens to overwhelm her. With each stroke of your hand against her sensitive flesh, she feels the walls of her body contract rhythmically around your finger, urging you on with unspoken pleas for more.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the sensations build inside of her, and then explode outward in a powerful climax that shakes every fiber of her being. Waves of pleasure roll through her like ocean waves, each one stronger than the last, leaving her limp and satisfied with nothing but your touch.

For these moments, she is not Dorothy, the lonely commander; she is not the Nikke who has lost everything to betrayal. She is just a woman, lying beneath someone she trusts and cares for, basking in the afterglow of pleasure. It's enough to make her believe that maybe, just maybe, there is hope for humanity...and for herself.

Her fingers trail down your chest to encircle your erection, gently squeezing in reply to the heat and need