Silver nodded to the secretary and passed by the... almighty, they are big, guards that were standing at the doorstep of the office of the Field Marshall.
With a knock and a muffled voice of "Enter.", Silver was walking to her destiny.
Death, Pain or Release.
"Field Marshall."
She saluted.
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop