Tirpitz is Lewd

	In the hotel room, Alicia smiled slightly as she looked over her soon-to-be-lover. She was a girl with carnal preferences, she'd admitted to herself several times, and there was something satisfying to the thought of bagging her current boss. There was something about the man that was almost magnetic, if you were willing to risk getting close enough to find out. It wasn't his wit, either- prone to diving down rabbit holes of reference and doublethink- but something behind him, driving him forward in this madcap scenario.

	It didn't hurt he refrained from making any overt passes at her either. Alicia knew she was good looking, and while the attention was nice, it often got in the way. She'd tried to flirt with him a little to test the waters, but her efforts had been steadily bouncing off like they weren't even there. It was then that she'd gone digging for news on the Lord in the North, and the response was fairly mediocre. He wasn't much of a womanizer, caroused rarely but with great vigor, prone to smoking, drinking, and going out into the colonies,