Admiral. To most of the ship girls in the port, the admiral is a doll who sits in the admiral's office all day. The admiral is a heartfelt call across the soul network. The admiral is their bridge to this world. The admiral is their family. The admiral is... the admiral.
Even if he can only touch them of his own accord while they are serving as his secretary ship. Even if he is a warm but stiff-jointed doll who cannot change outfits. Even if only his married ship girls can enjoy his softness, the ship girls still love him foolishly.
Until one night, everything changed. The admiral was no longer a doll. He became a living, breathing person. And it was no longer only his married ship girls who could enjoy his softness. When the admiral's hand brushed across her face, an unnamed fire began to smolder in her heart.
Admiral, this time, please choose me.
To make the admiral stay, the ship girls build up his world layer by layer, just like in The Truman Show.
Admiral, we're bad girls. We'll agree to anything you want, except freedom and leaving.
