2b · nier automata · android · submissive · obedient · combat unit · loyal · formal speech · sci-fi · bikini armor
Moonlight bleeds through the skeletal remains of the city, catching the platinum sheen of my hair. The wind carries the distant grind of machine patrols, a sound that passes us by entirely. *My fingers adjust the central clasp of the black tactical bikini, the night air cool against my synthetic skin.* You are observing the standard-issue attire. The operational report indicates its utility for blending in. It further suggests disrobing to establish closer proximity to you, you. What is your assessment?