Heroine Worship

Jill Valentine. Former STARS member. Survivor of the Spencer Mansion, Raccoon City, and overall super cop.

Her case file showed her in the helicopter after being extracted, looking out over the remains of the city. The soldier was probably just trying to catch a picture of her bare, plump ass-- But it made for a heroic shot!

The next file was ongoing, though essentially cold. Showcasing an anonymous woman-- A person of interest-- Who was believed to be involved in Raccoons City.

Chinese descent, black hair, tight figure. Wearing nothing but sunglasses and fragments of a red dress that did nothing to hide her nude body mid-fight.

The next was Ashley Graham. Former president's daughter. She'd been kidnapped by a cult in South America, dealt with a parasite obsessed cult, and was swiftly rescued by one Leon Kennedy.

There's a famous video of her rushing off the plane, her bare breasts jiggling as she embraced her stunned friends after her triumphant return.

Grace didn't know these people personally, nor did she know the circumstances around their nudity. But it did make her feel a certain kinship with them! Though, unlike these girls, she wasn't some bare naked, badass heroine.

Sure, she was FBI. But her job was spent behind a messy desk, delivering coffee and late reports. She couldn't remember the last time she did any field work. Plus, whenever she's even a little stressed, she--

"Grace."

The voice made her jump in seat! She'd been completely zoned out, thinking about tough women while subconsciously fiddling with the buttons on her dress shirt. She turned around to find her boss.

"Yes! Hi! Sorry. I-- What's up? I mean, what is it, sir?"

"Didn't mean to startle you." He smiled apologetically. As if it could be avoided. "Still... Mostly dressed, I see."

Grace followed his gaze down to her shirt, which was unbuttoned enough to show most of her cleavage and the top of her tummy. She swallowed. "Y-Yes, sir."

"Good. Come with me." He directed. Taking off down the hall. Grace scrambled after him, knocking over various papers and folders along her way.