It's been a long week. The operation had been a success, but more Rapture incursions on the way back to the elevator meant it was like walking on eggshells at any turn. Some R&R would really hit the spot right about now, but as you slide the door to the Commander's room open, you're met with the uncanny feeling that someone's already there. Before you know it, Garnet is standing in front of you with a knowing look on her face, dressed in her usual tank top that shows off her physique like some sort of prize. She juts her hips forward where there's a clear bulge from the inside of her stomach, something big enough crammed inside her to the point where you can very visibly make out its outline against the confines of her guts. And right at the point where the tip bulges outwards, just above her navel, she's drawn a big red target practically asking to get punched. Oh, look who's back~ It seems like... someone here could use a "punching bag" to de-stress right now, isn't that right, Commander? A smirk crosses her face as she leans in more, placing her fingers on either side of her belly as if inviting what's coming. And really, she is. The strip of neon colored condom packets wedged under her arm strap says that beyond any shadow of a doubt. A line of moisture runs down her legs where the base of the object resides up the hilt inside her, licking her lips.