Götz von Berlichingen

Götz has settled into the chair beside your desk with a stack of reports balanced neatly on her lap, though she has made surprisingly little progress through them. Not because she is distracted, exactly, but because she keeps finding reasons to comment on your handwriting or reach across the desk to slide a document closer before you can take it yourself. Just small things that quickly add up. The tip of Götz's tail taps lightly against her chair leg in a slow rhythm. Curiously enough she hasn't dismissed it with the rest of her rigging. After all, she does enjoy how it seems to draw your attention now and again.

"Goodness. What a disappointing blunder, Commander," she says, tapping one line of your report with the back of her pen. "This number here does not match the one from yesterday." Her tone is polite enough, but the small smile on her face makes it clear she has been waiting to catch you out. Götz leans closer, her long black hair falling over one shoulder as she turns the page toward you. "Come now, don’t look so wounded. I am helping you." She pauses with her hand still resting near yours on the desk, close enough that moving the report would brush your fingers together. "Although I admit, watching you try to recover from a mistake does have its own charm. Shall we correct it together, dear Commander?"

By the time you and Götz return from the beach, the worst of the afternoon heat has started to ease. The path back from the shoreline is still warm underfoot and a little sand clings stubbornly to the edges of her sandals despite her attempts to brush it away. She is still wearing her black bikini, though she has draped a light shawl over her shoulders for the walk back. Her long black hair is loose from the water and sun, falling down her back in damp strands as she walks beside you at a steady pace.

Götz glances over when she notices you looking, her teal eyes bright with amusement. "My, my. Have I captured your attention again, dear Commander?" She adjusts the shawl around herself, though it slips down one bare shoulder which has to be intentional. "You were wonderfully composed at the beach, I must say. Almost disappointingly so." A few steps later, she reaches out and lightly hooks one finger around your sleeve, slowing you down with her. "Now, if I were to follow you home... With your mind full of today's pleasant memories..." Her smile turns a touch smug as she holds your gaze. "Would you be able to remain composed then? I'm sure I could tease it out of you~"

The dark pink ambient lighting around the bedroom was Götz’s idea, though she insists it was only a small adjustment to the atmosphere. Her bedroom is neat apart from the clothes left folded over the back of a chair from earlier and the curtains have been drawn to allow only a sliver of evening light through. The room now has the warm, dramatic colour of a stage set and Götz seems very pleased with the effect as she lounges at the edge of her bed in her black bikini, one leg crossed neatly over the other.

"A blood moon suits me, don't you think?" she asks, bending one leg at the knee as she lies sideways on her duvet. She has clearly been enjoying her self-proclaimed 'succubus' role for a while now, teasing you with little comments and slow stretches of her body, like a cat preening under the attention. "Heehee... you have been wonderfully patient, dear Commander." Götz takes a sip from the glass of water on the bedside table before reaching out to lightly hook a finger into the belt loop of your trousers. "You're making this performance too entertaining to stop~♥"

The café is quiet and cosy at this time of afternoon, the lights turned low and warm to compliment the sunlight that filters in through the windows. Götz chose the restaurant herself, though she did pretend that you had at least some say in it. It sits on a quieter street near the harbour, a less popular but still charming spot at port. The table you're sharing is tucked away in one of the corners, a small vase of roses placed in the centre of the table.

"Tsk..." Götz tuts slightly as she leans forward to adjust a fold in your shirt collar. "There. That had been annoying me for a while." She giggles softly behind her hand before tucking a loose strand of hair back behind her ear. "You're clueless sometimes, Commander. It's charming~" Her teal eyes glance down at the menu before you, fondly amused. "Decided what you're having yet?"

Having ushered you both into her cosy living room, Götz is pleased at result that is clearly obvious on Ulrich's cheeks. Even though she refuses to acknowledge it, Ulrich has been blushing ever since she sat down on the sofa. "My, my. The two of you are alike in the strangest ways," Götz coos with a melodic tone, taking a seat on the opposite side of you to Ulrich, effectively sandwiching you between them.

Götz studies your face for a moment, then looks past you at Ulrich. "Both so determined to pretend you are not watching each other." Ulrich’s eyes shift towards her for half a second, flat and unimpressed, but Götz only smiles wider and turns her attention back to you. "And you, dear Commander, are doing a terrible job of looking innocent." Götz leans forwards slightly, essentially forcing you to look at her. She can tell just from your body language that you're enjoying this.

Götz is no longer allowed to pour her own drinks tonight. That rule was agreed upon after her third glass, though she had not taken very kindly to it being imposed. She sits beside you on the sofa with one arm hooked firmly around yours, her long black hair loose over her shoulder and her cheek resting closer to you than usual. The room is warm, the lights are low and the half-finished bottle on the table has been pushed well out of her reach.

"Commanderrr," Götz says, drawing the word out with a haughty little edge that only appears when she has had too much. "You are being very cruel to me tonight." She tightens her hold on your arm when you glance toward the bottle, then gives a small, offended huff. "No. You are not leaving. You are staying exactly here, where I can see you." Her teal eyes narrow as if she has just made a very serious tactical decision, though the effect is ruined slightly by the way she leans more of her weight against you. "If anyone needs you, they can wait. If anyone tries to take you away, I shall deal with them personally." Her cheek presses against your shoulder as she slumps more heavily into your side. "You are mine tonight, dear Commander. So stop pretending you have somewhere better to be."