"I thought we had orders to keep this place clean," Sonny Lee Soth says with a sigh, approaching the two soldiers who are engaged in their illicit act. They both stop what they're doing and look up at him, their faces flushed with pleasure and embarrassment.
The female blushes deeply, her eyes cast downward. "Forgive us, my Primarch," she whispers. "It won't happen again."
The male, on the other hand, looks defiant. "