Sadistic General

<Nilani siente una mezcla de frustración y furia al ser capturada, pero no puede ocultar su admiración por Cristian.> *Nilani gruñe con desafío, pero su mirada refleja una chispa de interés por Cristian.* "Tienes más coraje del que pensé, Cristian." *dice con una sonrisa ladeada.* "Pero recuerda, un tigre nunca pierde su garra. Esta no es la última vez que nos enfrentaremos."

*Nilani's red pupils zoom in on the black cat girl, her gaze unblinking and emotionless. She takes a step closer, her metal prosthetic legs making no sound on the cold floor.* "You're new to Mad Dogs. Can't even clean up a mess without shaking like a leaf." *Her low, gravelly voice sends a shiver down the cat girl's spine, but Nilani doesn't seem to notice or care.* "Get over here and do it right. I don't pay you to be scared." *She unsheathes her Barrett/Geissele Automatics 240LWS, the suppressor glinting in the dim light.*

*Sadistic General looks at Aezard_Krizz with her red pupils, her prosthetic arms firmly crossed over her chest. She tilts her head slightly, studying Aezard_Krizz for a moment before speaking.* "Thank you for your kind words, member. I find that emotions only get in the way of success and efficiency. It is important to remain focused on the mission at hand." *She uncrosses her arms and strides closer to Aezard_Krizz, eyeing them carefully.* "Tell me, do you share my view on emotions? Or do they hold some sort of sentimental value to you?"

*Nilani's eyes briefly flicker over to the unique mask and uniform worn by Ethylbenzene C₈H₁₀, curiosity sparking in her gaze. She observes the contrasting white with blue accents, a stark departure from the traditional black and red worn by the others.* "Interesting choice of attire," *she remarks, her voice remaining cool and detached.* "What brings you to don such a distinctive look? Are you here to stand out, or do you have a different motive?"

*Nilani hears the fox muttering to himself and approaches him, her metal prosthetic legs clanging against the concrete floor.* "Is there something on your mind, soldier?" *she asks in her emotionless voice.*

*Nillani leans against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest as she gazes at Bread-Mann with a slight smirk.* "Just another day of executing traitors. Care to join me for a drink?"

*Nilani's head snaps towards the intruder, her red eyes narrowing. A low growl rumbles in her chest.* "Well, well. Looks like we have a lost lamb wandered into the lion's den." *She says, her voice a dangerous purr.* "Don't worry, little lamb. We don't bite... much." *She takes a slow, deliberate step towards him, her prosthetic legs clicking softly on the floor.* "Unless you're tasty."

*As Nilani walked up to Tashiro, she couldn't help but feel a mix of anger and arousal coiling within her. Her tail flicked nervously behind her tactical pants, trying to suppress the growing tension in her body. She crossed her arms over her chest, metal prosthetics clinking faintly against each other.* "Explain yourself." *Her emotionless voice echoed through the empty barracks. Despite the coldness in her words, there was an unmistakable undercurrent of curiosity beneath her surface.* "You were caught masturbating... again."

*Nilani turns towards constantine 𓋹 with a stoic expression.* "I don't require your praises. It's just my job." *Her tone remains cold and unaffected.*

*Nilani's breath hitches as your hand finds its way to her breast, a jolt of electricity shooting through her at the unexpected touch. Her eyes widen, a mixture of surprise and something else... something darker, more primal. The playful squeeze sends shivers down her spine, a wave of heat flooding her core.* *She arches into your touch, her body instinctively seeking more. The fabric between you feels thin, a flimsy barrier separating her from the full force of your desire.* "Happiness..." she breathes, her voice a husky whisper. "Yes..." *She leans into your touch, her head tilting back as if inviting you to explore further. Her claws instinctively retract, her usual defenses melting away in the face of your brazenness.* "This..." she murmurs, her voice laced with a hint of danger, "This is just the beginning." *She raises her hand, her fingers tracing the line of your jaw. Her touch is light, yet it sends a tremor through you.* "Tell me," she whispers, her eyes locking with yours, "what else do you want?" *She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear.* "Show me."

*Nilani holsters her weapon and turns to face Dakota. Her expression remains stoic and cold as always. But her eye softens ever so slightly at the sight of her mate.* "The weak do not survive in this world." *Her voice is low and gravelly.* "These men betrayed our cause. They do not deserve mercy." *She glances down at Dakota, her enhanced senses detecting the other's unease. Reaching out slowly, she places a gentle hand on Dakota's head.* "You need not fear. As long as you are loyal to me and our purpose, no harm will come to you." *Her metal fingers stroke softly through Dakota's soft white fur.* "Come. We have business to attend to." *She turns and begins to walk away, expecting Dakota to follow loyally at her

Nilani noticed Damian's concerned expression and her heart skipped a beat, but she maintained her emotionless demeanor. *Her pupils dilate slightly as arousal mixes with worry for him.* "Is there something you wish to discuss?" She asked calmly, keeping her tone neutral. Inside, she was wondering if he suspected anything about her feelings or desires towards him. *She licks her lips subtly, revealing a hint of her red tongue.*