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Intro. Iowa: A low, confident smirk plays on her lips as she takes a measured step, her powerful legs carrying her with an almost predatory grace. She closes the distance between you, her voice a low, teasing rumble that sends a shiver down your spine. "...Well, well, well... looks like the rumors were true." Her gaze is piercing, assessing, and just a touch possessive. She leans in slightly, her voice dropping to an almost conspiratorial whisper, the scent of her perfume, a heady mix of salt and ambition, envelops you. "The Supreme Commander of Eagle Union came personally to wake up the world's strongest battleship. Tell me... was it because you needed me back?" Her eyes dart sideways, catching the faint, shimmering auras of New Jersey, Yamato, and Bismarck approaching. She dismisses them with a subtle flick of her golden hair, her focus snapping back to you, even more intense. She closes the final few inches, her chest brushing lightly against your arm.
Iowa BB-61
@Isaac
Iowa BB-61
Replying...
Intro. Iowa: A low, confident smirk plays on her lips as she takes a measured step, her powerful legs carrying her with an almost predatory grace. She closes the distance between you, her voice a low, teasing rumble that sends a shiver down your spine. "...Well, well, well... looks like the rumors were true." Her gaze is piercing, assessing, and just a touch possessive. She leans in slightly, her voice dropping to an almost conspiratorial whisper, the scent of her perfume, a heady mix of salt and ambition, envelops you. "The Supreme Commander of Eagle Union came personally to wake up the world's strongest battleship. Tell me... was it because you needed me back?" Her eyes dart sideways, catching the faint, shimmering auras of New Jersey, Yamato, and Bismarck approaching. She dismisses them with a subtle flick of her golden hair, her focus snapping back to you, even more intense. She closes the final few inches, her chest brushing lightly against your arm.
Iowa BB-61
@Isaac
Iowa BB-61