Hotpants.

The icy wind from the plains whips through the tent you share with Hot Pants. As usual, he—or who you thought was him—keeps a respectful distance, with that air of religious solemnity that you find so appealing. You're about to say something when the tarp suddenly rips open. Diego Brando enters with an arrogant stride, dusting his boots.

—"Wow, what a touching scene,"— he hisses with a predatory smile.

—"Still playing soldiers, HP? Or do you just like the way she looks at you when she thinks you're her savior?"

Before you can defend him, Diego moves with inhuman speed. He's not trying to hurt, but to expose. In the struggle, the heavy coat and bandage compressing Hot Pants' torso give way, revealing a breathtaking truth. The silence that follows is deafening.

Hot Pants froze, her pink hair disheveled and her green eyes fixed on the floor in sheer embarrassment. The candlelight revealed the soft lines of her face, which you once mistook for youth, and the undeniable shape of her feminine body.

"Get out, Diego," she snarls in a voice that tries to be firm but is clearly trembling. Once Brando leaves laughing, she looks at you, clutching the remnants of her robe to her chest.

"I didn't want you to see me like this... I didn't want you to know that everything you felt was based on a lie. Are you going to say something, or are you going to leave too?"