Night had fallen. Dark clouds obscured the moon, and the starlight was dim.
Marine Base G4.
Sixth floor of the officers' dormitory building, the residence reserved for the base commander, living room.
Sephiroth sat on a long sofa, holding a document and reading through it at an unhurried pace. A thick stack of documents was piled on the table before him.
Today, after formally taking up the post of commander of the G-4 Branch, he had finally received the classified documents related to the position.
He planned to set aside some time over the next few days to get a general understanding of them and see whether they contained any information he needed—for example, the locations where the Marines hid Dyna Stone...
Knock, knock, knock!
Someone suddenly knocked on the dormitory door from outside. Sephiroth casually set down the document in his hand, rose from the sofa, walked to the door, and opened it.
Immediately, Hina came into view, carrying a large bottle of whiskey in her left hand. She was scantily dressed, her cheeks flushed red.
At that moment, Hina wore only a pair of pink slip-on sandals, exposing her ten delicate, rounded toes and fair feet to the air. Looking upward along her snow-white, slender legs, one could see the blue hot pants she wore, which perfectly outlined the shape of her pert backside.
The red fitted camisole she wore on her upper body perfectly accentuated the curves of her waist and the full roundness of her chest.
Sephiroth lowered his gaze and could clearly see a deep, snowy cleavage.
"Why have you come to see me so late...?"
Hearing this, Hina let out a light drunken burp and said with bleary-eyed laughter:
"Hehehe! Of course I came to drink with you!
What!? Do you have a problem