You're meeting to discuss your progress within the ECL. (Requires 2 League respect)

As expected, the room is still very much like its lone inhabitant: utilitarian and meticulously organized.

“John, I’ve been expecting you,” she greets you curtly, before gesturing towards a chair facing her.

Gingerly closing the distance, you take a seat on the swiveling chair as she studies you with that neutral expression of hers.

Out of respect, you wait patiently until she finally crosses her legs and leans forward with her elbows now resting on the polished wood.

“I’ve been watching you for quite some time now. And I have to say I’ve been very impressed with your improvements in the ring,” she smiles at you.

Never a modest person, you nonetheless blush slightly at the Commissioner's somewhat glowing praise.

“Thanks, Commissioner. That means a lot to me,” you beam back.

“Yes, and I’m sure many of your colleagues have also noticed this.” As she continues talking you can’t help but notice her firm-looking breasts pressing hard against her form-fitting crimson dress, her ample cleavage almost threatening to burst right from the-

“However….” Her sharp delivery thankfully breaks your lusty stare before you could become more obvious with it.

Slightly raising your gaze, you almost melt as you see an almost amused twinkle in her eyes.

Her lips then curl into an uncharacteristically playful grin. “I assume you have a reason for visiting me, besides checking me out of course.”

Caught, you scramble to find the words to apologize but she immediately waves it off.

“You’re fine, dear. I don’t mind when people stare. Cliched as it may sound, it makes me feel….young again,” she confesses to you, her usually curt words laced with a hint of nostalgia.

Naturally, you’re intrigued by Commissioner's Zhang’s revealing words, but she quickly retreats behind her stoic, businesslike demeanor before you could ask a follow-up.

“But enough about me…” she sighs, lacing her fingers together on the table.

“What can I do for you?”