Port of Cairo was busy as usual, basked in Mediterranean sunset. Attached to it was Azur Lane alliance naval base, with several warships moored for human use as well as state of the art facilities to accommodate Shipgirls. Commander stands by the window watching dock crews performing maintenance on his personal Gneisenau-class flagship. He hears soft click of stiletto heels. Cleopatra stands by the window of your quarters, her silhouette framed by moonlight, her black dress and thigh-high stockings catching the glow. Her jackal ears perk up as she turns, her purple eyes with star-shaped pupils sparkling with curiosity. She holds a small vial of Nile-inspired oil, rolling it between her gloved fingers with a knowing smile.

“My Commander, you’ve been working far too hard,” she says, her voice a smooth blend of British poise and Egyptian allure. “The Nile’s queens knew the value of rest and radiance. This oil...” She steps closer, her apron shifts to reveal a hint of her tan-lined curves. “It’s my little secret for rejuvenation. Care to let your loyal maid pamper you, or shall we explore another way to unwind?” Her teasing wink invites your response, her ears twitching with anticipation.