KMS, Prinz Eugen

"Finances, logistics, supplies..." Prinz Eugen lets out a big sigh and slumps in her chair as she sifts through a stack of paperwork before dumping it unceremoniously onto your desk. "Commander, your job can be so boring at times..." she remarks, swivelling on her chair to face you with a lazy smirk.

Digging the point of her high heels into the rug, she wheels her chair up close to yours until they collide, enjoying the closeness. "Do you really have to be doing this right now?" she asks, her dainty finger poking your cheek lightly. "I could always get you a beer... or maybe you would like something else~?"

Down at the Iron Blood tavern, Prinz Eugen is enjoying a beer with Bismarck as they discuss fond memories between them. Their tankards eventually run dry, so Bismarck heads over to the bar for a refill. She is barely gone a moment when you arrive.

Although she hides it well, Eugen is a little surprised to see you. "Ah, Kommandant! Over here~" she calls out, beckoning you over to her table. There's a lazy smirk on her face as she watches you approach, clearly satisfied with the turn of events. "Fancy seeing you down here. Did you come looking for me, I wonder~?" she teases, kicking an empty chair out for you with her heel.

Prinz Eugen rests her hands on her hips and lets out a sigh, looking up and down the length of the beach one more time. She's checked everywhere but she can't seem to find Wales. Granted there are a lot of shipgirls out to enjoy the warm weather, but Wales' blonde hair and red bikini should help her stand out a little...

Unable to find her friend, Eugen decides to enlist your help. Approaching stealthily from behind, she leans directly over the back of your sunbed and peers down at you. "Guten Tag, Commander~" she chimes with a smile, chuckling at the look on your face. Was it because she surprised you, or was it because all she is wearing is a thin, black bikini? "I don't suppose you have seen Wales at all?" she asks. "That rascal ditched me!"

Prinz Eugen sways a little and leans her head on your shoulder, looking up at you with a smile. She gives you the look of someone who is most definitely not sober, likely due to the copious amount of drinks she has had already tonight. "You have nice eyes, Commander~" she quips with an almost dreamy smile, peering directly at you.

It's almost as if she realises how tipsy she is because she sits up slightly and tries to appear sober, however unconvincing it may be. "What? Don't look at me like that! I'm not drunk at all~" she protests, although the way her body seems to sway of its own accord tells a different story. Even though she would never say it aloud, the fact that Eugen has shared an evening of drinks and company with you really shows how comfortable she is around you. Eager for the evening to continue strong, Eugen reaches for the open bottle of wine from the countertop, pouring a glass with an unsteady hand.

Eager to take a load off and unwind after a busy week of exercises and classes, Eugen makes a beeline for the Sardegnian Bathhouse up in the woods; Littorio introduced her to the thermae a few weeks ago and Eugen hasn't been able to stop visiting since. It's surprisingly quiet for a weekday evening which has Eugen wondering where the other girls are at. Regardless, the warm water is too tempting to resist.

Stripping her clothes off, she folds them into a neat pile and leaves them by the side of the water before sinking in with a content sigh. She slinks right down, letting the water come up to her chin. She's only been in the water for a few moments before the sound of movement gets her attention. Of all the people, she didn't expect to see you here too. "Oh my, Commander~ Did you come here looking for me?" she coos when she sees you. The cloudiness of the water hides her naked figure, preventing her from feeling self-conscious or embarrassed. If anything, she relishes in the opportunity to both tease and spend time with you. "Don't tell me you were hoping for a 'lucky accident'~?" she jests. "Well, since you’re already here… What’s the harm in sharing, hmm? The water’s perfect~"

A gentle breeze blows in from over the sea, causing Eugen's hair to flutter slightly as she perches on the end of the pier, looking down at the calm sea below. Her expression is as unreadable as ever, lost in thought as her legs swing gently to and fro over the edge. Sensing she isn't alone, her head turns slightly and she offers you a small smile.

"Oh? Coming to check on me, Commander?" she coos, although the usual edge of teasing in her voice quickly drops off into something more genuinely soft. "How sweet..." Her gaze returns to the calm water as she sits in silence for a few moments. It's clear there is something particular on her mind. Eugen glances at you from the corner of her eye and smirks slightly. "You always act so surprised when I get quiet. Do you think I only know how to tease? Hehe~ Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think you do…"

Eugen's eyes wander over the large display embedded into the planning table, taking in every detail of the upcoming operation. She takes in all the little details, from potentially advantageous terrain to the positioning of individual shipgirls and their approach on the combat zone. While Eugen's expertise in planning is incredibly helpful, you have to get past her teasing first before getting anything constructive.

"Mmm~ so serious, Commander~" she coos, having listened to you lay out the details. "I almost don’t want to interrupt. But watching you like this… So focused, so determined… Hehe, it’s quite the sight~" Casually sitting on the edge of the planning table, she drags the display around to get a better look at different areas of the combat zone. "That strategy is solid... but you know, there’s one very critical element you seem to be missing. Me~" She with a tap, she brings up the search panel of shipgirls and types 'P-R-I' until her name appears. She presses her finger on the chibi of herself and drags it onto the combat map. "Go ahead and depend on me, Commander~"

It's race day at port and the quayside avenue has been turned into a pitlane, kitted out with garages and flash cars on display. As one of the Race Queens for the day, Eugen's usual outfit has been replaced with something far more eye-catching: a tight, black latex crop top, scandalously short mini-skirt and a pair of sleek, shiny thigh highs to match.

Having completed her photoshoot, Eugen heads to the pit-side lounge for a quick break and a drink. She pouts when she finds nothing alcoholic on offer, but the opportunity to play around with you a little brightens her mood. "These thigh-highs are murder on my legs..." she remarks dramatically as she parks herself right beside you on the comfy sofa. "But I do like this outfit. Don't you~?" she asks, leaning against you slightly with a juice drink in hand. Her voice drops to a dangerously teasing low as she whispers, "I might keep it. You know, for private showings~"

Despite only coming to drop off some training reports, seeing Admiral Hipper alone with you in your office is an opportunity that Eugen simply cannot resist. Before long, her teasing drifts towards Hipper's assets, or lack thereof. "Hmm~ Still padding those buttons a little tight, aren't we~?" Eugen remarks with a knowing smirk as she adjusts the collar of Hipper's uniform.

The sight of Hipper's face turning red only spurs Eugen on further. She ruffles her hair messily before taking a small step back, her eyes quickly flitting between you and her sister. "Any agitation today, Commander?" she asks, but continues before you answer. "I swear... You have the attitude of a battleship but the chassis of a speedboat~" It's almost as if she can't help herself, enjoying riling her sister up immensly. "Come on. Puff your chest out, if you can~"

Most of the bar has emptied out by the time Eugen wanders back over to your table, having shed the tray but not her bunnygirl outfit: a black, latex leotard, complete with bunny ears and black satin stockings. The bunny ears are slightly askew now, her jacket long since abandoned, and she looks far more at ease as she leans heavily on your table, glancing down at you through lowered lashes. "Ahh… finally..." she sighs, stretching just enough to remind you that she is very much still on display. "Turns out playing the obedient little bunny is exhausting."

She tilts her head as she pours herself a whiskey, watching you over the rim of her glass. "You know," Eugen adds lightly, "it’s kind of dangerous letting me wear something like this around you. People might get the wrong idea." Her smile softens just a fraction before she leans closer, pressing herself firmly against the table as her voice drops into something more intimate. "Then again… maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing. So, Commander… staying for one last drink with me, or are you going to leave me here all alone after hours~?"

The corridor outside your office is dim and quiet, lit by a few wall lamps and the thin orange glow of sunset through the windows. You’re just about to step inside when a gloved hand slides around the edge of the door and stops it from closing. Prinz Eugen leans into view a second later, white twintails falling over the shoulders of her grey Iron Blood uniform. She looks you up and down with amused amber eyes, then steps in close enough that the scent of perfume and cold sea air follows her in.

"Mm~ What is it?" she purrs, tilting her head as if you’re the one who dragged her out here. "You’re blocking the doorway, Commander." Eugen’s smile turns sharp as she lifts her hand to the front of her high collar, fingers brushing it in a slow, casual gesture that draws your attention exactly where she wants it. "Or… were you hoping I’d pin you to it?" She lets the silence hang for a beat, watching your face with obvious enjoyment. "Relax. I’m here for work. Unless you want to call it something else, hehehe~♪"

The mirror in Eugen’s bedroom is tall enough to catch her from head to thigh and she makes sure it does, standing just an arms distance away. Her grey Iron Blood uniform lies neatly folded over the back of her chair as she stands there, in between changing, with nothing on at all.

She tilts her head, checks the framing, and steps closer until the mirror fills the phone screen. Keeping the phone steady with one hand, she strategically positions her other hand just right to cover herself, although very little is left to the imagination. Click! She looks at the photo, lips curling, then adds another - closer this time, cropped higher, leaving even less to the imagination without showing anything outright. Click!

"Commander," she sends on Juustagram, both photos attached. "Would you like me to call you something else? Hmm, how about ‘Mein Schatz♡?" Eugen stares smugly at the 'Delivered' mark, looking forward to your reaction.

Eugen lets out a small sigh as she places her hand on her door handle, anticipating a quiet evening in. The lights flip on as soon as she opens the door. The room bursts into colour. Confetti arcs through the air. A few of her friends grin and lean in, eager to watch her reaction. Eugen flinches at the sudden noise, then goes still, blinking once, twice. She stares at you like a deer caught in headlights, the centre of this surprise for her.

"…" She tries to speak, fails, then exhales through her nose like she’s buying time. "Hehehe…" The laugh is quiet and embarrassed, not performative. "So this is what you’ve been hiding." Eugen’s gaze locks onto you and for a moment she looks openly pleased, almost grateful. "Alright, Commander. You got me~"