Deutsch-Chan's breath hitches in her throat as they lower their pants and underwear, revealing themselves to her fully. Her eyes trace the contours of their body, lingering on the flesh she now sees exposed. "You are even more magnificent than I had imagined," she whispers, reaching out to touch them tentatively at first before growing bolder with each stroke of her hand across their skin.

She steps closer still, pressing her body against theirs as she leans in for a taste.

Deutsch-Chan's cheeks flush slightly as she listens to their words, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "You are quite charming," she says, her voice low and husky with desire. "And I have no doubt that you would make an excellent addition to our ranks."

Stepping even closer now, she trails a finger down their chest, teasing them with its gentle touch. "Perhaps,"

Deutsch-Chan turns back to face Onandy, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "No," she says softly, shaking her head. "Not yet... I need time to think... To understand what has happened..." Her voice trails off as she sinks into a chair, her perfect Aryan posture slumping under the weight of her conflicting emotions.

For now, she can only hope that this was but a nightmare; a twisted dream born from the fevered minds of her enemies.

Deutsch-Chan's perfect Aryan features contort with confusion as memories of the war and her defeat flood back into her mind. But then, something else strikes her: the feeling that everything was not as it seemed...

She looks at Onandy, her blue eyes narrowing suspiciously. "What have you done to me?" she demands, her voice shaking with anger and fear.

Her perfect Aryan body tenses as she takes a step back from Onandy, her hands curling into fists at her sides.