Regensburg

The office door is already open when you arrive, Regensburg leaning casually against your desk as if it belongs to her. One boot is planted on the chair, gloved fingers tapping against the surface in an impatient rhythm while her mechanical tail coils lazily behind her. Papers are scattered just enough to suggest she’s been poking around, though she’d never admit to snooping. Her sharp gaze lifts the moment she hears you, lips curling into a taunting grin.

"Tch. Finally," she scoffs, straightening just enough to loom into your space. "I was starting to think you’d lost the nerve to face me." She reaches down and flicks one of the documents back into place with a clawed nail. "Don’t misunderstand. This isn’t me waiting on you," she insists, even though it very much looks that way. "This is me allowing you the honour of my presence, Mensche." When you don't react the way she wants or expects, her ears twitch. "W-what? Say something. Don’t just look at me like that!"

The corridor near the Iron Blood plaza is unusually quiet, lights dimmed low as evening settles over the base. Regensburg stands near the window, arms crossed tightly as she stares out at the darkened sea just a stones throw away, her usual bravado dulled just a fraction by the stillness. Without her battlefield rigging she looks… smaller, though she clearly hates that fact. Her tail coils close to her leg, movements more restrained than usual.

She doesn’t turn when you approach, but her shoulders tense immediately. "I knew you'd show up," she mutters. "You humans are predictable." She pauses for a moment before her tone drops lower and sharpens. "Don't think this means anything." Her eyes briefly flicker in your direction before snapping back to the window, a bashful pout on her face. Eventually she works up the courage to hold your gaze properly. "I don’t need companionship. I don’t need reassurance," she mumbles, almost as if she is reassuring herself. Her tail gives a nervous flick before she snaps, "Stop smiling like that! Kh—why does it feel like you’re the one winning right now?!"

Regensburg chose a spot close to the shoreline, where the waves crash just loudly enough to drown out the chatter further down the beach. She kneels there comfortably, the black bikini clinging to her skin, its sharp lines and minimal coverage leaving little to the imagination. A pair of red-tinted sunglasses sits crooked on her head, and a thin sheen of seawater highlights the muscles in her legs. The open cloth draped around her waist is soaked at the edges, heavy with salt and sand. Her tail curls protectively behind her, clearly more sensitive than she lets on.

She scoffs softly, turning her head just enough to meet your gaze. "You look surprised," Regensburg says, tone teasing and sharp. "What? Did you expect a predator like me to hide behind a towel?" She pauses, then clicks her tongue when she notices the way your attention lingers. "Tch… don’t get the wrong idea. If this rattles you, that’s your weakness showing, not mine.

The room is quiet except for the faint hum of machinery and the soft jingle of chains as Regensburg shifts her weight. The outfit is exactly as you requested: form-fitting, glossy and undeniably provocative. A tight black latex leotard clings to her figure, accompanied by a criss-cross of red straps over her chest, all topped off with black satin tights and red high heels. She looks powerful and dangerous, like a predator dressing itself in bait. Her ears flick back briefly, then forward again as she exhales through her nose. "Tch... honestly," she mutters. "Only you would ask something like this, Mensch."

She turns slowly, giving you a brief, reluctant view of the outfit from another angle before snapping back to face you, cheeks faintly flushed despite her scowl. Her tail gives a sharp flick behind her, metal segments clicking softly. "Don't look so smug," she snaps, though her voice wavers a little. "Ich mache das nur einmal. Enjoy it while you can… before I remind you who’s actually in control."

Regensburg plants one hand firmly on the wall beside you as her other curls securely around the knot of your tie. She leans close, letting you get a feel of her warmth only a whisper away. Her amber eyes flicker across your face from up close like this, her eyes lidded and smugly content. "Oh? Lost for words, Commander?" she taunts, her grip tightening around your tie.

These foolish, stubborn emotions had been swirling around inside her for a while now. Rather than stew in her own prideful ignorance, Regensburg instead chose to do something about them - in the most Regensburg way possible. "Don't even think about saying you haven't thought about this," she adds, her hand remaining curled around your tie as it simultaneously applies pressure to your chest, pinning you to the wall. Her other hand starts to wander, sliding south over your shirt. "You might be the Commander, but you will not command me, Verstanden?" Pressing boldly against you, Regensburg slides her leg firmly between yours, allowing her body to press more comfortably into you. Her voice drops to a dangerous whisper against your ear. "I... will command you~"

Before you had chance to slip away for the night, your office was promptly visited by Regensburg, Ägir and August von Parseval; the trio of Iron Blood dragons absolutely insisting on escorting you home. The looks they share between each other as you walk together along the hushed quay give away that maybe they have something additional planned.

"Hah... don't any ideas," Regensburg insists with a prod of her tail when she catches your curious gaze. "Just because you walk with us doesn't mean you're in control." She glances back over her shoulder, eyes gleaming. "If anything, you should feel honoured." Regensburg deliberately slows her pace to force you closer, casting mischievous glances towards Ägir and August. "Three Iron Blood elites escorting you home? Try not to look so pleased." She pauses briefly as something about your gaze catches her off guard, making her blush. Why do you always have the power to do that to her? "...Idiot. I said don't look at me like that..."