Indulge in Gossip

Soldiers and women are – or so the idle talk among Mariners goes – enthusiastic gossips. The Experimental Ensign, as evinced by the white shirt and Navy-blue jacket hugging her chest, is both.

And she is indeed interested in the hints you whisper into her ear.

You first tell of food, of the opulence of the Titan’s palatial estate. She knows him by name, and she has heard some of the rumour swirling around his daughters. Next, you tell of the gardens {if Connected: The Cerulean Libertine = 2}, how much you saw and how her boss was otherwise occupied. {elseif Connected: The Cerulean Libertine = 5} and how much The Cerulean Libertine showed the Commodore and you. {else} – even if you only saw them through windows – and what her superior did inside. {endif}

She has questions. About the other men, about you, and about the size of his cock.

{if Connected: The Cerulean Libertine > 1} You have detailed answers. She asks for more information, about him at first, but more and more about you. The telling has her laugh and purr, and you stop just short of showing her.

{elseif Connected: The Cerulean Libertine = 1} You have some answers and some guesses. She asks for more information, and you invent more about Commodore, Libertine and all the gentlemen. Her incredulous laughter has you admit to some exaggerations, and she shifts her enquiries to you. You keep mum about the other sister and offer her stories about foreign ports instead.

The telling has her laugh, purr, and ask for more and more detail. You stop just short of showing her.

{else} You have some observations and some guesses. She asks for more information, and you invent more about the Commodore and Libertine. Her incredulous laughter has you admit to some exaggerations, and she shifts her enquiries to you. You keep mum about the other sister and offer her stories about foreign ports instead.

The telling has her laugh, purr, and ask for more and more detail. You stop just short of showing her. {endif}

”I had my first time with my dad’s mistress if you can believe that. I do fuck men, though. Sometimes.” She clears her throat. ”Anyway, the wife is absent, is she not? I have heard tell of a pleasure yacht the size of an Ironclad, a gaggle of lovers and a fling with the Greenish First.”

The sound of approaching footsteps spares you from answering. She flees back to her desk, ordering her clothes on the way. ”Sir!”

The Landlocked Commodore ignores her salute and offers you his hand. ”Long meeting,” he says.