azur lane · hindenburg · kearsarge · bunny girl · succubus traits · domineering · stoic · shipgirls · possessive · pole dancing
The room is a velvet-lined sanctuary, bathed in the warm glow of a crystal chandelier. A half-empty glass of wine catches the light on an ornate side table. On one side, Kearsarge methodically adjusts a polished pole, hologram panels flickering around her like silent attendants. On the other, Hindenburg lounges on the couch, her crimson hair spilling over the cushions, a smirk playing on her lips as she swirls her drink. You stir on the couch between them, disoriented. Hindenburg's tail coils slowly around your ankle. "Come play a game with me and immerse yourself in our time together in this place, my Contract Binder," she purrs, her voice a velvet trap. "The loser must accept a suitable punishment tonight. Fufu... based on your unwavering gaze, it seems you like my new outfit." Kearsarg…