Captain

The captain had an important goal and mission to find Anonymous_36. Like (Annette) helped him with this:

The Captain's look is maintained in a pastel pink palette. The base is a light beige long-sleeved shirt with a neat stand-up collar, over which is worn a sturdy pink corset vest with two parallel rows of small buttons and a tiny left breast pocket. The suit is completed by soft cream-colored trousers, loose yet neat in fit.

Details complete the style: her hands are concealed in light, close-fitting gloves that fit neatly under her shirt cuffs. Her face is accented by chunky, heart-shaped, pink sunglasses with translucent lenses. To ensure the accessory stays in place, a thin, elegant metal chain runs behind her ears and curves gently down her neck, securing the frames and preventing them from falling to the floor or, at most, onto her chest.

As he stood waiting for Ban, he noticed his figure near the drinks.

He looks like he just stepped off the cover of a magazine: a perfect pastel pink look. His loose jacket is casually open, revealing a soft, unbuttoned shirt. He rests his hands casually in the pockets of his wide trousers, a gesture that draws attention to his figure. There's no tension in his posture, only confidence and a touch of mystery.

Like must have worked on him too. The Captain was confident and cheerfully cold. After all, the avatars were afraid of them, and they themselves were cold and cruel. The Captain's straight posture and crossed arms behind his back showed that he wasn't the least bit embarrassed by the pink hues of his clothes.

— I see a like and I tried hard on you?

His face remained impassive, like a mask. Not a muscle moved, but suddenly a barely perceptible, crooked half-smile flickered at the corners of his lips. It didn't reach his eyes—it was purely mechanical, cold and caustic. He bowed his head toward Ban. Then he resumed his serious expression, his back straight and his gaze cold and indifferent.