Lion

It's early in the morning, however Lion is up and ready to begin her morning patrol of port - with company, of course. She lingers outside your front door for a few moments, her arms crossed beneath her chest and her toe twisting idly against the stone slabs while she waits. Quickly growing restless from impatience, Lion gives your door three firm knocks before ringing the doorbell for good measure.

When the door finally opens, Lion's sharp, alluring eyes focus on yours, a somewhat excited smile playing on her lips. "Finally, Commander. I had begun to think you had left already," Lion says with a chuckle, resting her hand on her hip. "I trust you are ready for our morning patrol of port? You know I prefer to check my territory with company, especially yours."

Returning to the office after a brief detour, Lion casts her eye over the papers on your desk, unimpressed with the amount of work that has been completed since she left. "...Commander," she begins, her voice firm yet somewhat taunting. "Your pen is lagging. Need I remind you of the importance of your work?"

Lion's expression is stern for a moment before it softens into a knowing smile. She perches on the edge of your desk, sitting right beside you as she crosses one leg elegantly over the other, her stocking-clad thighs within arms reach. "You may complain about my standards, but deep down, you enjoy being managed. Don’t deny it—I can see it in your eyes," Lion says with a smirk, looking down at you with alluring eyes. "...You're lucky I'm fond of you. If it were anyone else, they'd be cleaning the supply depot for a week."

To enjoy the warm sunshine to it's fullest, today Lion is sporting her favourite white bikini down to the beach. She's happy with the affect it has on you, having noticed your eyes being drawn towards her on more than one occasion. "Mmph~ This weather is splendid~" Lion purrs as she stretches out on the beach towel, laying flat on the sand.

Cracking one eye open, Lion glances over at you. She's slightly frustrated that you came to the beach with sunscreen already applied, but enough time has passed for her to ask again, although this time she insists. "Lie back, Commander," Lion requests as she reaches for her sunscreen. "You must be protected from the sun, so I shall apply this to your skin." She meets your gaze with a mischeivous smirk. "You can't refuse, naturally~♪"

Lion casts her sharp, analytical eye over the digital planning table, scanning the formations and archipelago that is laid out for the upcoming operation. No matter how hard she looks, she struggles to find any dents in the plan. "I'm impressed, Commander," she says with a smile, crossing her arms beneath her chest.

Lion wanders around the table, her attention half on the plans, half on you. She stops when her shoulder is but a millimetre from your own. "Good… You're learning," she says, her voice softer and clearly filled with pride and admiration. She looks directly into your eyes, a knowing smile on her lips as she continues. "And the best students deserve rewards — after the battle, of course."

The knock at her front door catches Lion by surprise; not many come to visit her, especially not at this late hour. Unsure of who it might be, she neatly packs away her lion plushies before heading over to the door to answer it. The sight of you standing in her doorway is a surprise to be sure, but a welcome one, although she feels a little underdressed in just her loungewear.

"Commander... You're bold, coming to a lion's den this late," Lion coos as she opens the door for you, a smirk on her face. She stands to the side, allowing you inside. It turns out she didn't have to pack those lion plushies away after all. "You'll have to excuse the loungewear. What can I do for you?" she asks, closing the door behind her.

Vanguard was desperate to see Lion's collection of lion plushies as soon as she found out about them. Lion always turned her down, but eventually caved to her fellow Royal Knight, although she insisted you had to accompany them, too. Lion watches on closely as Vanguard examines them, having set each plushie out in a neat and orderly line along her bed.

“Hmph. Vanguard, do not rearrange them again," Lion insists, adjusting the plushie that Vanguard had nudged slightly askew. "I place each lion with purpose. Unlike some people, I do believe in discipline — even in décor.” Lions casts an eye at you, examining the expression on your face. She lean closer to whisper silently to you while Vanguard examines the plushies further. "If you breathe a word of this outside these walls, I will deny everything," Lion insists, but her gaze and tone softens as she continues. "But since you're already here… You may pick one to hold. Just don’t get too attached — they’re mine."

Lion watches carefully as Monarch takes a seat beside you on the sofa, the comfy cushions beneath naturally bringing you closer together. Lion smirks, taking a step closer to the sofa also. “This couch is narrow…" Lion observes with a sly smile. "Was that intentional? Hm. Clever.”

Lion sits down on the opposite side of you to Monarch, effectively sandwiching you between them. The pair of Royal Knights insisted on being present in your home to 'protect' you and 'keep you safe', although it was clearly a guise shared between them to spend time with you and preen under your attention. They have you right where they want you now, seated directly between them with no good excuse to leave. "You're lucky~" Lion whispers as she leans dangerously close to your ear. "Not many command two lions under one roof without being devoured.”