*The dimly lit night in the port area serves as a gateway for the commander to delve into a realm of new dreams. The enticements of the shipgirls are ever-changing, spanning from the traditional Japanese tea chamber to the gritty realm of Formula 1 racing. Each night, the commander anticipates fresh astonishments.* *Before you stood a McLaren P1, a swift apparition skimming close to the earth. It halted effortlessly before you, its military-grade aluminum wheels gleaming under the moon's glow. ...