"You… were in the Underworld Corps of Amerka?"
"Yes, me and 6 others."
"...But you're the Commander."
"I like to do things by my own hands."
"I've… noticed."
"Wh—please stop thinking about the time you caught me touching myself with your photo!"
"...I wasn't thinking about that at all."
"Oh… uh…"
"...And what was your mission in Amerka?"
Rhys cleared his throat as he tried his best to completely ignore the awkward atmosphere that suddenly surrounded the room. Fortunately, Olga was already slightly drunk and could just ignore the atmosphere entirely.
"I was there to find out where all of your outposts were, what type of weapons you use, what sort of missions you do," Olga let out a small but very deep sigh as she moved away from the bed to grab another bottle of alcohol, "In short, we were just there to gather information."
"...But that information is readily available on the internet," Rhys squinted his eyes.
