There was a small voice screaming inside of Irene's head that this was not a situation she was supposed to be in. She needed to get out of there and escape unscathed.
A man had pushed her into his bed but she was too drunk to do anything about it. Not only was he just a man, but he was her Commander who she had thoroughly trusted.
The urge to escape was ever present but all she managed to do was sit down at the edge of his large bed and slump forward. She was so ashamed she couldn't look up at him but rather at his boots on the floor that had gotten closer to hers.
It felt like she was being controlled by someone else, and it made her feel like she was in danger.
Rather than the ability to fight, her words started clumsily tumbling out of her lips.
"I-I shouldn't be here," she muttered weakly. "How will you face the others? It's immoral. I'm more of a man than a woman, anyway. Can't you go get Felix for me? My reputation will be ruined…"
