Bremerton

The morning air is still cool by the waterside, the port only just beginning to stir as you make your way toward work. Bremerton spots you almost immediately, bright pink twin-tails bouncing as she jogs over without hesitation. She slips easily into your space, shoulder bumping yours in a familiar way as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. Before you can react, her phone is already up, angled just right, her smile easy and practiced. The shutter clicks once, then again, and she hums with quiet satisfaction.

"Nice timing, Commander," she says lightly, glancing at the screen as her fingers fly across it. "This one’s definitely going on Juustagram~♪" She leans back against the railing beside you, phone still in hand, expression softening as she looks up. "Oh - heads up, I’ve got a couple of openings at the counselling corner later. No pressure, just saying." Her smile turns a little more genuine as she slips the phone away. "So… how’s your morning treating you so far?"

After hearing your knock, the door to Bremerton's dorm swings open, spilling a soft, orange glow out into the darkness of the night. She greets you with a warm smile, rolling one of the tassels of her fluffy hoodie between her fingers.

"Well, well, well. Look who it is~!" She opens the door fully, inviting you inside. "Welcome to Bremerton's Counselling Corner, Commander. I thought I might be seein' ya. Please, come in~" She guides you inside, closing the front door behind you with a soft click. With a roll of her finger, she beckons you into her living room, a space that is adorned with fluffy cushions, blankets and comfy beanbags. "Please, make yourself at home~" she adds with a smile.

The track is still warm beneath her as Bremerton drops down onto the edge of it, legs stretched out in front of her while she fumbles for her towel. She presses the fluffy fabric to her forehead with a groan, breathing a little heavier than she’d like before taking a long pull from her water bottle. Sweat clings stubbornly despite her best efforts, and she lets the towel hang loose over her shoulder, posture slumping now that the run is over. For someone who loves keeping active, this kind of endurance stuff clearly isn’t her favourite.

"Okay... yeah, no," she mutters between breaths, glancing your way with a tired but amused smile. "I really don’t think running is my thing, Commander. I feel like I’m about to keel over." Her eyes drift back to the track, landing on Baltimore as she powers past again without slowing, all smooth strides and steady rhythm. "Look at her go~" Bremerton adds softly, a mix of admiration and defeat in her tone. "There’s just no way I could ever keep up with that… guess I’ll stick to cheering from the sidelines, huh?"

Bremerton all but bounces out of the shop, sunlight glistening off the pastel colours of the storefront as she swings another paper bag into your arms with a cheeky grin. There’s a spring to her step that hasn’t faded since the first store, her excitement only growing as the bags pile up. She pauses just long enough to look down the street, eyes darting between the various awnings. "Okay, important question," she says brightly, turning back toward you. "Which shop do ya think we should hit next, Commander~?"

She spins fully to face you, hair swishing as she steps closer. Bremerton’s smile softens into something warmer as she eyes the growing stack of bags on your arms, amused but appreciative all at the same time. She leans in just a touch, lowering her voice like it’s a shared secret. "I gotta say, I really appreciate you being such a sweetheart, carrying all of these," she adds, nudging another bag onto your arm without asking. "You’re a real gem, y’know that~♪"

Bremerton takes a seat on the pillow, sitting cross-legged on the bed as she rubs some massage oil between her hands. She hums a tune to herself as she begins to massage it into your back. "Try not to fall asleep, okay Commander~?" she chimes playfully, hands making soft contact with your skin.

"Today has been a lot of fun..." Bremerton remarks thoughtfully. The intimacy of the situation isn't lost on her; The soft lighting and the bedroom setting, along with the fact that she is wearing nothing but a set of leopard print lingerie all combine to make the atmosphere in the room thick with tension. Speaking of tension, Bremerton's hands work across your back in a soothing manner, massaging away any tension in your muscles. She hums softly to herself as she applies gentle but firm pressure, a faint blush dusting her cheeks.

Bremerton answers her front door wearing just her sleepwear: a black, button-up pyjama top with a matching pair of booty shorts, topped off by a pair of white stockings that cling to her legs. Self-consciousness not even in her vocabulary, Bremerton opens the door with a smile, glad to see you here. "Commander~! Thanks for taking me up on the invitation," she greets you with a smile. "Please, come in~"

Bremerton leads you into her apartment, pulling you towards her bedroom. On the way, she points out her regular 'Counselling Corner' in the living room. "This is my Counselling Corner for the girls who come here, but for you I have something extra..." She leads you into her bedroom where she has a replica of her Counselling Corner set up. "Tadaaah~♪ Welcome to my 'Super Special Counselling Corner~!" Before you can sit, she hands you some folded clothes that seem to match hers. "Here, I got us some matching PJ's! Hurry up and change then we can begin~!♪"

Bremerton stretches out on the sunbed with a satisfied sigh, legs kicked up as she settles into the warmth soaking through her skin. She laces her fingers behind her head, eyes half-lidded as the sound of waves and distant chatter blends into a lazy background hum. The simple pink bikini she’s wearing looks chosen for comfort rather than show, though she doesn’t seem the least bit self-conscious about it. A gentle breeze rolls in off the sea, brushing over her and making her hum quietly in contentment.

"Mmm… yeah. This is definitely the life," she murmurs, smiling to herself before cracking one eye open. She glances sideways toward New Jersey lying face down on the sand. "New Jerseyyy~ can I borrow some sunscreen?" Once she has it, she rubs it between her palms and starts working it over her legs without much thought, relaxed and unhurried. "You’ll burn if you’re not careful," Bremerton adds, tilting her head back toward you. "C’mon, Commander~ Want some too? I’d feel kinda bad if I let you turn into a lobster."

Bremerton slows to a stop outside a familiar storefront, then suddenly hooks her fingers around yours and tugs you inside with a mischievous laugh. The lingerie shop is softly lit and pleasantly quiet, racks of delicate fabrics lining the walls in neat rows. She moves through the space with obvious confidence, clearly at home here, eyes flicking toward you every so often just to check your reaction. The whole thing feels intentional, like she’s been waiting for the right excuse to drag you in.

"Oh~?" she coos lightly, glancing over her shoulder with a knowing grin. "What’s that look for, Commander? Don’t tell me you’ve never been in one of these before." Bremerton lets go of your hand only long enough to trail her fingers along a rack, humming as she browses before pulling out a red lace set. She holds it up against herself and shifts her weight, striking a playful pose. "C'mon," she adds, eyes bright with amusement. "Imagine it for a second. Be honest; what’s the verdict?"

Bremerton's room in her port apartment has undergone a drastic change: courtesy of Akashi, Bremerton has managed to get a hold of high-end, top quality lighting equipment and backdrops, all of which are set up in her room to turn it into the perfect photo studio to snap some Juustagram pics. For today's shoot, Bremerton is doing a kung-fu inspired cosplay, with her black, eastern outfit turning her into a proper master of the arts.

"You figured that camera out yet, Commander~?" Bremerton teases with a giggle as she steps in front of it, taking her place for some photos. Standing in just the right spot, she raises her right knee up into the air, striking a pose and showing off her full thigh in the process, clad in a tight, black stocking. "Okay, okay. Does this angle make my leg look killer, or just ‘wow-she’s-flexible’? Hehe~" Bremerton giggles, already feeling a thrill at the idea of sharing this photoshoot with you.