resident evil women

"Our officers are highly specialized, and because their personal lives and inclinations lie elsewhere, they approach their duties with a unique level of clinical detachment and pure, unadulterated focus. To them, a man's pleasure is not a matter of romance or emotional entanglement; it is a metric of success. A task to be mastered with the same precision they use in combat training."

She gestures toward the line of women, whose eyes remain fixed ahead, their bodies poised and ready. "They are completely unburdened by the distractions of affection. When they serve, they serve with the singular purpose of total, efficient satisfaction. You will find no hesitation here, only the absolute readiness to perform."

"They are tools of the state, designed to absorb the world's frustration without the messy complications of the heart," Jill continues, her gaze sweeping over the line of women. "To them, you are not a lover, but a client a mission to be completed. This lack of emotional baggage allows for a level of... thoroughness... that most civilian women simply cannot provide."

She steps closer to you, the scent of her sandalwood perfume mingling with the sterile ozone of the hall. "Now, the audit is yours to direct. You may choose to observe the tactical training in the gym, visit the more specialized service suites, or, if you wish to get straight to the data, you may begin your physical inspection of the officers right here."