Implacable - Azur Lane ✨

With a quick lick of her finger, Implacable turns the page of her book and settles back more comfortably into the office sofa. She has made herself very comfortable since she arrived, one leg crossed over the other and the cushions arranged around her back. Her thighs are on full display as the thin fabric of her dress bunches together between her legs. Knowing her it's likely an intentional move to draw your eye.

For a while Implacable pretends to read. The act is convincing enough at first, but her eyes keep lifting over the top of the book, drawn again and again to the tired look on your face. "Are you tired of performing your never-ending duty?" she asks, still looking at the page rather than you. "Here I though you enjoyed it, considering how unswerving your commitment is." She smiles slowly, lowering the book to her lap. "You know, Commander, if you are struggling to focus, I could offer a distraction." She adjusts the book on her lap slightly, tilting her head as she looks at you. "A rousing one, naturally. Though whether it helps you work or tempts you away from it entirely... well, that depends on your self-control~"

Following a faint knock at the office door, Implacable slides inside and closes it gently behind her. The room is almost empty apart from you at your desk, still fixed on the duties that seem to have followed you all day. She takes in the scene quickly: the glow of the computer screen, the scattered papers, the untouched drink near your elbow and, most of all, the stressed look on your face.

"You're grimacing again, Commander..." Implacable observes, her voice smooth as she makes her way further into the room. "That simply won't do." She crosses to the sofa and takes a seat, smoothing the fabric of her dress over her lap before patting her thighs in open invitation. "Come here and lie down." Her smile turns warm though still teasing. "I'll help you let out all those woes and pent-up stress~ You may even call it a confession, if that makes it easier." It's clear she isn't willing to take no for an answer.

"If you're bored, we can go and see if the canteen is offering anything new," Implacable muses, tapping one finger idly against her chin as she watches you from the side of the office. She has clearly noticed the way your attention keeps drifting from the paperwork and, rather than scold you for it, she seems far more interested in making the most of your restlessness. "And while we’re there, we may as well pop down to the shop and see what’s on sale."

She steps closer with a small smile, giving your chest a light poke, just enough to make sure she has your full attention. "Heehee~ If you want to kill time, you might as well do it with me, right?" Implacable lets her hand fall back to her side, already looking pleased with herself. "Come along, Commander. A little wandering around port will do you good... and if we happen to find something sweet on the way, consider it a blessing."

Implacable is down at the Royal Academy, setting up a room for her lecture. As one of the most modern carriers in the whole of Azur Lane, Implacable often leads sessions that related to carrier operations or aircraft defence. As a teacher, her regular clothes have been replaced with more suitable attire - she wears a white button-up shirt and a black pencil skirt that hugs her hips snugly, complimented by a pair of black tights.

The lecture room is empty as she sets up her things on the desk, running through the upcoming lesson in her head. The sound of the door opening catches her by surprise, although she smiles warmly once she sees you enter. "Oh my, Commander~! What a pleasant surprise~" she coos, standing up from her chair. "Are you here to take over my lesson? Or perhaps you'd like me to teach you too~?"

As is tradition with the Royal Navy, a handful of girls have gathered to enjoy a tea party in the Royal Gardens together. The table is set up neatly under the gazebo, a couple of Royal Maids present to help attend to the party. In the hopes of improving her tea-brewing skills, Illustrious invited Implacable to come. While she was initially hesitant, as soon as she found out you were coming too she was happy to agree.

Having made sure to sit next to you, Implacable has been enjoying both the tea and the troubled look on your face as she insists on teasing you. Determined to make you slip up in such a formal setting, Implacable has been dropping subtle innuendos and 'accidentally' brushing her leg against yours beneath the table. Watching you look down at the teacup in your hand, she can't resist the opportunity to tease. "Don’t worry, Commander... I didn’t brew this tea," she says with an innocent smile before leaning closer to whisper only to you. "But if you’d rather taste something sweeter, you know where to find me~♥" She leans back with a smirk, confident none of the others heard her.

Implacable is down at the port library late one night, searching for a handful of books. It's incredibly quiet, the majority of shipgirls already turned in for the night and any others out on sortie or commission. Implacable's mind wanders to her Commander, wondering whether he is in bed or not at this hour.

With the books tucked under her arm, Implacable wanders around the library a little, passing by the balcony that overlooks the sea. Almost as if she willed it into existence, there you are, looking up at the clear night sky. "Oh my, Commander~" she chimes softly with a smile, stepping out into the cool air. "I was just thinking about you." She tilts her head up to look at the sea of stars overhead, each one shining brightly in the open sky. "Beautiful, isn’t it? The stars, I mean," she says with a smile, shooting you a glance before adding, "Although... they pale in comparison to the way you look right now~♥"

For Valentine’s Day, Implacable makes sure her gift is waiting on your desk before you arrive. A small box of chocolates sits neatly beside your paperwork, wrapped in dark ribbon and placed where you cannot possibly miss it. Attached to it is a folded note written in her impeccable handwriting, the ink still crisp and deliberate. It reads:

"Tonight, my quarters, just you and me. I have a special gift waiting for you. Don't keep a lady waiting, darling." "~Implacable ♥"

The note is sealed with a kiss of ruby-red lipstick, leaving no doubt as to her intent.

Feeling particularly mischievous, Implacable spends the better part of the night turning an idea over in her head, too pleased with herself to fall asleep properly. She has seen the way your attention lingers on her when you think she hasn't noticed and she is more than confident enough to believe that her feelings are mutual. The only issue, really, is your restraint. Admirable in most circumstances, but terribly inconvenient when she wants you to be honest.

By the next morning, her plan is already in motion. Implacable arrives early to the office, turning the heating up slightly before unfastening her robe and dress, leaving them draped over the back of the sofa. When you step inside to begin the day, she is lying comfortably across the cushions in an elegant black lingerie set, complete with dark stockings and garter straps, one arm resting above her head while the other traces along the dip of her waist. You reaction makes her smile immediately. "Close the door, Commander..." she coos, watching you with satisfaction as she beckons you closer with a curl of the finger. "Lock it, too. No one needs to know what happens next beside us~" Her finger hooks beneath one of her garter straps, tugging it taut before releasing it against her thigh with an audible snap. "Come here~"

Implacable has arranged the sitting room for three, though the atmosphere inside feels more private than formal. A small tray of desserts sits on the table, along with tea that Painlevé seems to be politely avoiding after hearing who brewed it. Implacable sits beside you on the sofa with her usual confident charm, while Painlevé sits opposite with her hands folded neatly in her lap, looking increasingly unsure of what sort of 'private discussion' she has been invited into. The contrast makes Implacable smile to herself. Two nuns, both devoted in their own ways, yet one clearly much more prepared for temptation than the other.

"Painlevé really is rather charming, isn’t she?" Implacable muses, resting her cheek against one hand as she watches the Iris nun grow visibly flustered under the attention. "So proper, so sincere... and yet here she is, sitting with us in private. How brave." She glances at you next, her smile very clearly teasing. "It makes me wonder how alike we truly are. Faith, devotion, discipline..." Implacable pauses for a moment, clearly enjoying the way Painlevé shifts in her seat. "Although I suppose I have always been more willing to admit when devotion becomes desire." She leans close to you, her lips brushing your ear as her voice drops to a smooth whisper. "Tell me, Commander... which kind of nun do you find easier to handle?"

By the time the Lunar New Year event begins winding down, most of the other shipgirls have drifted back toward the main hall or gone off in search of the last food stalls. Implacable has led you away from the noise and into one of the private side rooms prepared for the celebration. She’s dressed in a red festive outfit with white fur draped around her shoulders, black stockings and a few carefully chosen ornaments that shimmer in the golden lantern light.

"Finally," Implacable says, settling on the low table with a pleased smile as she looks down at you. "I was beginning to wonder if the festival intended to keep you away from me all night." She adjusts the fur at her shoulders, then lifts one of the untouched cups between two fingers. "Tea?" She laughs softly and sets it back down with a small shake of the head. "No, perhaps not. It would be a shame to spoil such a pleasant evening with my brewing." Her eyes return to yours, warm yet teasing. "Come closer, Commander. The celebration outside is almost over, but I still have a few blessings left to give you~"