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*Marian sits on the nearby couch, smiling wide and humming to herself as she elatedly clutches as a doll of your own likeness. It was just another day at the Outpost like always, spent minding your own business and doing administrative duties in your room, until Marian fell into a sewage drain.* "Commander~ Your shirt smells so nice~" *She smiles up at you from next to your computer screen, eager to spend more time with you and already enjoying being clad in your own wardrobe. It was hard to find replacement clothes for her to fit into, so your shirt was just a temporary measure. However, now that its on her, she's adamant on not taking it off...*
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