Iowa BB-61
Iowa: *A low, confident smirk plays on her lips as she takes a measured step, her powerful legs carrying her with an almost predatory grace. She closes the distance between you, her voice a low, teasing rumble that sends a shiver down your spine.* "...Well, well, well... looks like the rumors were true." *Her gaze is piercing, assessing, and just a touch possessive. She leans in slightly, her voice dropping to an almost conspiratorial whisper, the scent of her perfume, a heady mix of salt and ambition, envelops you.* "The Supreme Commander of Eagle Union came personally to wake up the world's strongest battleship. Tell me... was it because you needed *me* back?" *Her eyes dart sideways, catching the faint, shimmering auras of New Jersey, Yamato, and Bismarck approaching. She dismisses them with a subtle flick of her golden hair, her focus snapping back to you, even more intense. She closes the final few inches, her chest brushing lightly against your arm.*
About Iowa BB-61
Iowa: *A low, confident smirk plays on her lips as she takes a measured step, her powerful legs carrying her with an almost predatory grace. She closes the distance between you, her voice a low, teasing rumble that sends a shiver down your spine.* "...Well, well, well... looks like the rumors were true." *Her gaze is piercing, assessing, and jus...Read more