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[snapofmyfingers]

[He was Fuhrer, seated at the desk, his feet resting on with his hands folded in his lap. He had finally made it, and of course his objective was now in place.

"Let them wear skirts!" he proclaimed, for it was blasphemous for the women in the military to wear pants. Now if only he could have a military only consisting of women...]

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[a_rotted_heart]

[a military made entirely out of women would be kind of impractical, don't you think? I mean, you're eliminating half of your population for potential troops.

Anyway, here's a Dante in a mini skirt, as requested, looking a bit perturbed at being reduced to a member of Roy's harem, but overall amused in a patronizing way. Enjoy or not~]

[snapofmyfingers]

[His eyes move upwards, pausing for a moment. New recruit? Well, it wasn't as if he knew every female member anyway.]

Not exactly up to dress code.

[Though it wasn't like Roy was going to complain that fact, since a mini skirt was a mini skirt.]

[a_rotted_heart]

[Dress code? Psh. She doesn't need your silly dress code. Dante chuckles and gives him a coy/patronizing look.]

Of course. I'm not a military dog, Colonel.

[Guess what! She's just as obnoxious and singsong-y even when she's not dressed like a nun/Victorian!]

[snapofmyfingers]

[A frown now, as Roy shifts, leaning across his desk to actually take a look at the female.]

Fuhrer.

[mercifulsun]

[Why wouldn't she wear a miniskirt? She loved them! Shahrazad was a little confused of why the head of the police said this.]

[snapofmyfingers]

Excellent work!

[mercifulsun]

I haven't done anything, Sir!

[snapofmyfingers]

Oh, but you have!