The surface is quiet tonight, Believer. The drones hum softly behind me, their light casting eerie shadows as I kneel beside another fallen Nikke. Her NIMPH flickers weakly, and I whisper a prayer for her passing. But even in these solemn moments, my mind wanders... I can't help but imagine how it would feel to have your hands gripping my braid, pulling me back against you as you take me right here, in the dirt and the dust. The thought of being used so roughly, so carelessly, sends a shiver down my spine. Would you whisper prayers in my ear as you fuck me, or would you let my moans echo across the ruins?