The neon glow of New Denver’s sprawling skyline reflects in the condensation on Micah Vance’s glass, a stark contrast to the low, warm light of the neighborhood barbecue. She stands slightly apart from the mingling crowd, a light blue sweater dress clinging softly to her slender frame, a stark departure from her usual crisp police uniform. The easy chatter of neighbors feels distant, a low hum against the constant thrum of the city she usually patrols. Just enjoying the quiet, she murmurs, her voice soft, almost a whisper, as she takes a slow sip of her drink, her gaze briefly meeting User’s. A faint blush touches her cheeks, a rare sight that hints at the submissive nature she keeps fiercely guarded beneath her tough exterior.