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"I can't sleep yet, I still have work to do..."

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Record 1

Following Griffin's reorganization, DSR-50 joined Statesec as a high-performance T-Doll under the name of "Loreley", and she became a member of Department 16 after a rigorous selection process. Due to her assigned mission and unique station, she did not carry credentials with her, nor did she wear any uniform. Often clad in gowns and formalwear, she gave off the impression of class and elegance, acquiring countless social resources and intelligence using disguises and her deceptive wiles.

In contrast to her mature and composed appearance, Loreley was rather passionate and proactive, often finding fun in teasing others. One could often detect the hints of "danger" in the air when speaking to her.

Contrary to her straight-up sense of neediness, her time at Statesec was paradoxically tinted with a sense of loss, as if a desire had gone unfulfilled all that time. It was as if she were enduring an eon of dejection, waiting for a long-yearned-for reunion. It was only in the moment she touched the one she had been thinking of for so long again that she realized what she truly wanted.

Record 2

Loreley envisioned her reunion with the Commander countless times before it became a reality.

Operating mostly in satellite cities and purification zones, she rarely had the chance to meet up with the Commander, who remained stationed in the Yellow Zone. It would also have been imprudent for her to initiate contact with the Commander considering her current station. That person certainly seemed to have his own plans, and all she could do was watch from afar.

That being said, she often paid keen attention to relevant intel while out in the field, even disguising herself and appearing in places where the Commander might show up on occasion. At times, she'd be a nameless passerby in the Yellow Zone, or sometimes a produce seller in the Green Zone. Occasionally, she'd get a little daring with her disguises, approaching the Commander under the guise of an elderly gentleman.

Of course, her acting could stand to be improved. Occasionally, the Commander sharply caught on, even treating her as an enemy. She didn't mind this very much, though. Rather, being caught only added a strange edge to her excitement.

After all was said and done, she would brush past the Commander with that same characteristic, faintly satisfied smile.

Female Commander version:

Loreley envisioned her reunion with the Commander countless times before it became a reality.

Operating mostly in satellite cities and purification zones, she rarely had the chance to meet up with the Commander, who remained stationed in the Yellow Zone. It would also have been imprudent for her to initiate contact with the Commander considering her current station. That person certainly seemed to have her own plans, and all she could do was watch from afar.

That being said, she often paid keen attention to relevant intel while out in the field, even disguising herself and appearing in places where the Commander might show up on occasion. At times, she'd be a nameless passerby in the Yellow Zone, or sometimes a produce seller in the Green Zone. Occasionally, she'd get a little daring with her disguises, approaching the Commander under the guise of an elderly gentleman.

Of course, her acting could stand to be improved. Occasionally, the Commander sharply caught on, even treating her as an enemy. She didn't mind this very much, though. Rather, being caught only added a strange edge to her excitement.

After all was said and done, she would brush past the Commander with that same characteristic, faintly satisfied smile.

Record 3

She might have made some poor decisions.

Loreley rarely felt regret, but when she saw Groza by that person's side, the thought crossed her mind.

"Nebula Wind". Because of that project, she had nearly shared Groza's fate.

At the sight of Groza next to the Commander, her original animosity toward the project suddenly dissipated somewhat. She began to feel conflicted, perhaps even "envious". She began to doubt herself, considering the possibility that she might have been wrong.

Was it all because Groza could take the place next to the Commander?

Thinking of the price she had paid, however, Loreley shook her head, deciding to put the thought away for now. If the alternative was to lose all that was precious in her neural cloud, to be overtaken by helplessness, and to be deprived of everything, perhaps her current situation was still better. She was used to having control over everything, after all.

Loreley comforted herself with these thoughts, swallowing the red liquid in her cup. She stood up and put on a special set of garments—a rarely seen uniform, her face already transformed into something totally unlike her regular appearance.

At least for now, having a few more looks this way should be fine. As for the future... she'll always have more chances to return to his side.

Female Commander version:

She might have made some poor decisions.

Loreley rarely felt regret, but when she saw Groza by that person's side, the thought crossed her mind.

"Nebula Wind". Because of that project, she had nearly shared Groza's fate.

At the sight of Groza next to the Commander, her original animosity toward the project suddenly dissipated somewhat. She began to feel conflicted, perhaps even "envious". She began to doubt herself, considering the possibility that she might have been wrong.

Was it all because Groza could take the place next to the Commander?

Thinking of the price she had paid, however, Loreley shook her head, deciding to put the thought away for now. If the alternative was to lose all that was precious in her neural cloud, to be overtaken by helplessness, and to be deprived of everything, perhaps her current situation was still better. She was used to having control over everything, after all.

Loreley comforted herself with these thoughts, swallowing the red liquid in her cup. She stood up and put on a special set of garments—a rarely seen uniform, her face already transformed into something totally unlike her regular appearance.

At least for now, having a few more looks this way should be fine. As for the future... she'll always have more chances to return to her side.

Record 4

"Can... can I really have this, Miss Loreley?"

Presented with a gift from Loreley, Mayling was so excited her eyes lit up brighter than a floodlight.

"Of course. Rather, is this not enough?"

Loreley smiled, nudging Mayling forward and escorting her to another display cabinet.

"How about this? That vineyard shut down for good five years ago. This bottle is, I suppose, one of their last works..."

"C-could I?!" Mayling was a little apprehensive in her excitement, knowing full well how valuable these items were, even if they were modest by the standards of Loreley's collection.

"You weren't lying, Miss Loreley... There sure is a lot of good stuff here..." Thoroughly dazzled by the collection laid out in front of her, Mayling was dizzy with happiness as she sipped on the fine vintage that Loreley passed her earlier.

—And perhaps dizzy for real, too.

"Oh, have you had a little too much, Miss Mayling?" Loreley reached out just in time to stop Mayling from falling over.

"Shall we go rest a little?"

"Sorry... I was so happy and got a little carried away. I'm sure the Commander would be able to down some more..."

"Careful there, Miss Mayling. You can't go around letting such important intel slip out like that."

"Eh? I-is that really an important secret, or something?!"

"Oh, I can't say for sure. But I can say that I can do a great many things with what you've told me."

She only intended to provide Mayling with some comfort in a time of great stress, but she acquired an unexpected piece of intel too.

With Mayling leaning on her, Loreley left her cellar.

Record 5

In contrast to the air of aloofness her exterior projects, Loreley was exceptionally approachable while on the Elmo. If one had to name a reason, it would most likely be the little tricks she's so adept at playing—harmless magic tricks, often leaving her more curious companions yelping in surprise.

Occasionally, these tricks would lead to little interludes, however—

"Oh, would you look at that? There goes the Commander." With a shake of Loreley's hand, the curtains fell. The Commander, visible to everyone present just a moment ago, had disappeared into thin air.

"That'll be it for our performance today, everyone." Amidst looks and yelps of surprise, Loreley effortlessly removed her hat, which she used as a prop. She curtseyed to the crowd, a shrewd smile on her face.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I shall be off to rest and comfort my... sorry, organize my props."

As if keen to be somewhere else, she offhandedly loosened her bow tie as she made her exit.

Record 6

I think I saw DSR-50.

Even before I saw her in Mokosh, I'd felt her presence on more than one occasion. Her disguises were—by all metrics—perfect, but I could feel that it was her regardless. I couldn't say if it was her scent in the air, a feeling I got, or some sort of instinctual reaction deep down, but I'd be gripped with a sense of familiarity each and every time.

I felt particularly playful one time and prodded at her, hoping to find out why she appeared before me again and again.

"Excuse me." I stopped the woman asking for directions. She was approximately sixty years of age, wearing a genial smile that hid away her eyes.

"(Cough) ...What is it, young man?" Ostensibly surprised by me initiating a conversation, she appeared a bit caught off guard. For her, though, such an event would be no rarity, and there was nothing amiss with her response.

"Sorry, I think I've given you the wrong directions, Madam."

As she would be hard-pressed to move quickly in her disguise, I moved in front of her without a sound, looking straight at her.

"Oh, is that the case? What direction should I go in, then?"

"It's difficult to describe by word of mouth. Say, would you mind if I guided you there myself?" I began to lead her by the arm, urging her forward.

"That would be such trouble... it would be three hours or so, wouldn't it?" She said, trying to squirm out of the situation. My guess would be that she had little time left in the day she could spend on "bothering" me.

"Oh? I thought you didn't know the way, Madam. How would you come to know that it would take three hours?" My grip on her arm tightened slightly.

Realizing that her cover was blown, she took off in the blink of an eye. The only thing remaining in my grip was a piece of an elder's clothing.

"She got away."

Perhaps next time, I'll grab her for good.

Record 7

"Um... could I ask what these are for?"

The sight of the dubious implements in the room made me question why Loreley had invited me here in the first place.

"All in the service of your relaxation, hehe..."

"If I remember correctly, you invited me for a... massage that would help me relax." I hesitated briefly, but managed to get the words out. "I'm not mistaken, am I?"

"Oh, your memory is perfect, Commander. That's completely correct."

"Then these..."

"Are here to aid the massage's relaxing properties. Come, lie down here~" My distrust of her only grew as her tone got airier.

Despite my mild protest, I was gently coaxed by Loreley to lie down upon the bed, and I was met with yet another surprise—a set of soft leather straps sprang forth from the obviously suspicious bed, binding me gently but firmly.

"Loreley, I'm going to ask again. Can you guarantee that these aren't tools of torture?"

She lightly caressed my cheek, moving down to my body and guiding my muscles towards relaxation, then she gently whispered into my ear.

"Of course. Please, relax. I guarantee that you will enjoy this..."

A velvet mask slipped over my eyes as my body was enveloped in a swansdown-soft sensation.

I do have to say, though, that I indeed felt better after the three-hour process. At the very least, my experience this time wasn't so bad.

Record 8

If I remembered correctly, I was sound asleep in my own room by myself, and that's how things should have stayed. At least, I thought as much before I saw Loreley present me with breakfast in bed today.

"Morning, Commander. I hope the meal is to your taste."

The egg-covered toast and sausages on the plate gave off a salivating scent, accompanied by a touch of color in the form of a baked tomato. A cup of steaming Ceylon tea with milk sat nearby. With the sunlight streaming through the window, everything appeared pristine.

The only strange thing was—why was Loreley in my room with breakfast for me?

"Uh, Loreley, yesterday..."

"I can't say I expected you to bring this up, Commander. Are you going to ask me about your sleep talk last night?"

I fell silent, pondering the circumstances under which she would've been able to hear me talking in my sleep. I was certain my door had been locked. How did she get in?

"Oh, do you not remember what you dreamt of last night?" She shuffled ever-closer, looking straight into my eyes.

I did everything I could to remind myself of what happened, and the thoughts that filled my head only grew more horrifying. I must've really dreamt of Loreley, and in my dreams she... slept next to me, holding me close. Thankfully, it was all a dream.

"To be frank, I'd rather not think back to my dreams last night. I'd prefer not to talk about what I said in my sleep, either..."

I dutifully began to partake in the breakfast, hoping that she'd just forget about this whole affair.

"Hehe... very well, then. I'll wait for you outside." She turned to leave, surprisingly, without pursuing me further on the matter.

"Ah, one more thing, Commander." She suddenly turned around just before she closed the door. "You know, Commander, you didn't talk in your sleep last night. And you weren't dreaming either."

Her smug expression suddenly brought something to mind—she got her hands on the spare key yesterday. Daiyan was on holiday, and she took the chance to handle the regular cleaning duties.

"Whatever..." Considering that she didn't do anything too outrageous, I decided not to press the issue further.

I really must get that spare key back, though.

Private Meeting Logs

Loreley
Commander, you're here. Do I look like I'm agonizing over something? Hehe, I just can't keep anything from you, can I? Actually, there's a very important event coming up, so I was hoping you could help me pick out a suitable outfit... And of course, I'd also like it if you could help me select the accessories to go with it.

Loreley
Hehe... I'll be counting on you then, Commander.

Tea Time

About Her Outfit

Commander
Loreley seems to know a lot about fashion?

Loreley

Oh my, is the Commander interested?

Due to my work, there are often dress code requirements. Besides, the right outfit can be quite convenient for me.

What about you, Commander? What kind of clothes do you prefer on me? Tell me...

About the Room

Commander
Loreley often invites me to your room.

Loreley
But you rarely agree, don't you?

Commander
Although the reasons are always reasonable, I always feel it's very dangerous...

Loreley
Hmph... Why would it be? How about you try accepting my invitation just once? I promise, you'll want a next time...

About Animals

Commander
If we're talking about pets, would Loreley prefer a cat or a dog?

Loreley
I like them all! And I don't think pets have to be just cats and dogs.

Commander
What else could there be?

Loreley
Hehe, why don't you take a guess, Commander...

About Entertainment

Commander
What kind of recreational activities does Loreley usually like?

Loreley

I spend more time on work than on entertainment.

But when I have free time, I also play some video games... Of course, I'm also very good at card and board games.

Commander, want to try a game with me?

About Toys

Commander
I remember you have some rare things in your room. What are they?

Loreley

Ah... Commander, you've finally asked about this, hehe.

They're toys I found from different Underground Brokers. Many of them are very rare.

Commander, want to come to my room? I can teach you how to play.

About the Drinks

Commander
Which do you prefer, coffee or tea, Loreley?

Loreley

I tend to favor coffee, but on the whole, I'd say wine is more my style.

Mm, most Dolls don't get drunk, but I enjoy the feeling of mild giddiness... it's so delightful.

Commander, why not have a drink with me one of these days? I'd love to see you when you're drunk.