EDIT 2020/08/15 : Fixed some spelling errors, altered a few instances of words.

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Cleveland opened her eyes to a ceiling of dull dark grey stone, and headache so serious she swore she must have been struck in the head by a five hundred pound bomb.

"Wait, maybe I was," Cleveland muttered to herself as she sat up to find that it was not just the ceiling that she did not recognize. The room she was in was strange, almost four times the size of her own room from the looks of it, but sparsely filled in an odd way. The bed that she was sitting on was three times larger than any she had ever seen and was circular, almost talking up a whole third of the rooms floor space. It was a simple dark blue with white covers and grey pillows, and nothing about it seemed strange aside from its extensive size and bow soft and comfortable it was. Right in front of her was a metal door inset in the wall, far larger than most doors would ever need to be, but it had no handle that she could see. To her left, on the right wall if one was to enter through the door, sat a long desk made of what looked like a dark wood, and upon it was a large black box about the size of a tray one would get food from at a cafeteria. Across from it on the opposite wall, tucked into the back corner, was a huge standing wardrobe that looked like it could fit multiple peoples entire wardrobes of clothing in it.

Sliding to the side or the bed Cleveland kicked her legs over the side to find that the stone floor almost felt warm, and that her headache was starting to diminish, prompting her to look around again for anything she might have missed initially.

Such as the fact that the room was lit, but that she could not find any source or light. Or the fact that she was currently naked.

Blushing at that suddenly realized fact, Cleveland looked around to see nothing even resembling clothing anywhere out in the open, which meant her next best option for finding some kind of clothing was the wardrobe in the corner. Walking carefully over to the wardrobe Cleveland grabbed the handle on the front and pulled, only for the wardrobe to not budge. Pulling again it did not even shift, but when she shook her head and looked at the handle, realizing it was not a handle, but a latch. With a grumble she twisted it to the side.

As soon as the latch clicked the whole wardrobe shifted and opened, expanding into a semi circular wall of metal rails and shelves that surrounded her on three sides, making her unable to see the door of the room or the bed. It was surprising, but not as surprising as the clothing that the wardrobe contained.

All of the clothing within was monochrome, either black or white, and the designs were risqué, showing off vast amounts of skin whether it be a top, shorts, a skirt, or mere shaped straps. Even the undergarments were tiny or revealing, with tops that were little more than micro bikinis and corsets, or panties that were little more than strings or were cut so low it was a invitation to embarrassment. Of course the real problem was not how risqué most of the clothing was, but the fact that Cleveland recognized many of the styles of garments, making her swallow nervously.

"So, I'm in a place that I don't recognize, and the wardrobe is filled with clothing that the Sirens have been seen wearing regularly. . . .I hope that doesn't mean what I think it does?"

Both surprisingly, and worryingly, no one answered Cleveland's question as she stood surrounded by the wardrobe, and after a few more moments of silence she let out a sigh.

"Well, let's see if there's anything bit less, uh, embarrassing," she muttered as her hands began parting walls of clothing and looking over the shelves that sat below and behind them. It took some time, but eventually she found some that were, when combined, close to what she would normally wear. The top was short sleeved, though it showed some of her stomach, and while she was not able to find any socks or shoes, she did find a decent skirt as well as a bra that was almost normal. There were no normal panties unfortunately, leaving skimpier ones as the only option. "At least I'm clothed. Though, I don't like how ominous this is," Cleveland admitted to herself as she noted that she was wearing all black as she looked at the mirror that seemed to have popped out of the wardrobe when she was not looking.

Then, the mirror suddenly shifted for a second, showing her reflection, but darker. Not only wearing black, but wearing a black capelet, and with glowing malevolent yellow eyes, only for the reflection to turn back to normal a second later.

"Okay, that's not cool," Cleveland said as she stepped back away from the mirror and the wardrobe, causing all of it to begin shifting and moving back into itself before the wardrobe closed with a click. "I need to get out of here," she then decided a second later before turning around to face the exit, only for her eyes to catch view of a piece of cloth half lying on the bed that had not been there before.

Walking up to the bed she quickly realized what it was. A black capelet, just like the one her reflection in the mirror had been wearing, and styled just like the one she would normally wear was. It even had a small piece or metal to protect the neck like her own did and it was even red. If a very dark blood red, instead of the bright and energetic red she preferred.

"Okay, this is starting to get beyond creepy," Cleveland muttered as she looked around the room once more for anything that could tell her something about her situation. There didn't seem to be any cameras, paper, or a book anywhere. The only things were what she had already seen, the black Capelet that hadn't been there before, and the door that had no handle.

Ignoring the Capelet for a moment, Cleveland walked over to the door and looked it over. It was almost bluish silver in color and had such a sheen she could kind of see a reflection in it. She could see a seam in the wall, but there was no handle, no lever, and not even anything that seemed hidden either.

"Ugh, this is ridiculous!" Cleveland roared as she stormed over to the bed and sat down on it before dropping backwards into laying on it. The bare ceiling offered no recourse, and in seconds she found herself tilting her head and looking at the capelet, or more accurately the piece of metal on its collar. Darker than blood, with a dark blue square barely the size of a nail on the inner side. And the square blinked with a tiny light, just barely noticeable as she stared at it. "Hang on," Cleveland muttered as she picked up the capelet and then looked at the door. Getting up off the bed she walked over to the door and looked at the backside of the collar plate. The light blinked after a few seconds, and then the door before her opened up soundlessly, revealing a hallway of dull steel floors and smooth black stone walls lit from what appeared to be lights inset in the corners of the floor. "So, it's a key? Great, let's get out of here!" She grinned as she looked out into the hallway and, seeing no one around, left the room and began quickly heading down to her right.

Running down the halls Cleveland noticed two things. The hallways and doors all looked the same except for some indiscernible nameplates above them she couldn't read, and the fact that none of the doors seemed to be opening for her when she neared them.

Not that there were that many. The space between them was large, as if every room was as big as the one she had awoken in, if not larger.

Finally after turning right twice and left three times, passing almost a dozen doors, she walked straight past one, only for it to slide open a second later.

"Yes? Is it time to, go work?" came a very young, uninterested, and sleepy sounding voice from inside the room, making Cleveland stop moving.

The voice was not one she recognized, and it was clear that not answering it would be the best thing to do, but curiosity won out, and Cleveland took a couple steps back and leaned just so that her head was looking into the room.

The room was covered in pillows the color of every ocean and the floor was covered in thick white carpet. A large bed with posts and sheets hanging from its sides sat at the back wall, and sitting upon the army of pillows that covered it was a young looking girl with white hair and a white almost gothic styled dress. A number of floating screens hung lazily in front of her by no visible means. What was most worrisome however was that her skin was as white as her dress, and her eyes were blazing orbs of gold. An easy way to tell is something was a Siren.

"Oh, uh, wrong room, sorry," Cleveland said in her best act or apology to the enemy before she tried to lean back away out of sight. Hoping that whatever unknown siren it was, was too tired to notice anything about her.

"Where, are you looking?" the Siren asked quickly, stopping Cleveland from escaping instantly as not answering a question could be bad.

"Uh, the cafeteria," Cleveland replied instantly, only then realizing that no one knew if the Sirens even needed to eat or not. Did they even have a cafeteria if they didn't need to? Did she just give herself up?

"Oh. You are new?" the Siren girl asked, looking perfectly uninterested and tired all at once.

"Um, yes?" Cleveland said, hoping it would work.

"Oh. Head down the hall and turn left at the junction with the door to the docks and armory. Your destination, is at the end of that hall, the door on the right," the siren girl said lazily without looking at Cleveland as she poked the floating screens haphazardly.

"Oh, thank you," Cleveland said politely before leaning back out of sight and silently booking it down the hall as fast as she could into she was at a three way junction. "I can't believe that worked. She even told me where the docks were. Now I can get out of here," Cleveland said to herself breathlessly as she walked up to the door and noticed a button on the wall beside it.

Nervously reaching for it, Cleveland brushed her finger against the button, and jumped back when it lit up and the door opened, revealing a room that was dark and unlit.

"No one around, alright, let's get out of here," Cleveland said to herself with a grin as she walked in and felt around for a light switch, only to not find one. Then the door behind her shut closed leaving her in darkness. "Oh, that's not . . . . Wait, this was too simple, did I just walk into a trap?"

"By definition, no. You have just come where I wanted you to," came a voice from within the darkness that made Cleveland shiver.

"Who's there?" Cleveland asked as she readied herself. Even if she didn't have her rigging, she still knew how to throw a kick or punch. She wasn't about to go down without a fight, even against a Siren.

"My, so quick to anger. You don't need to be afraid. You are safe here," the voice stated in an almost sweet tone as the room became illuminated by unseen lights, revealing the room to be similar to the one that Cleveland had awoken in, albeit more personalized. It also revealed the voices owner to be none other than Observer Alpha, who was lying propped up against the back of the bed that sat in the rooms center, looking both very casual and serious all at once.

"I don't believe that," Cleveland said as she tried to inch backwards, her heel touching the closed door behind her and noting that it wasn't opening automatically. She scowled at Observer Alpha as a few thoughts crossed her mind, becoming worried as she realized what they meant. "Why am I here? What are you planning, Siren?"

"You do not know? Unfortunate, yet unsurprising. Shall I explain it to you?" Observer Alpha asked with a smirk even as the tentacles behind her lifted up a bit, writhing and wriggling about as if looking forward to something.

Cleveland did not answer as she stared at the Siren, prepared to react however she needed to find an opening and escape. With her heel touching the door she knew that no one could ambush her from behind as she would feel the door open, even with how soundless the doors here were, and as she long as she kept watching Observer Alpha she could react to whatever she tried to do.

Observer Alpha smirked and let out a short, almost girlish giggle as she leaned forward into a regular sitting position. Her tentacles acting as a brace behind her. "You needn't be so on guard. As I said, you are safe here. It would not do to injure the object of this experiment so early after all."

"Experiment? I won't help you!" Cleveland exclaimed seriously.

"But you are already here," Observer Alpha said simply.

"Because you kidnapped me!"

"Did we really?"

"What?"

"Do you remember us kidnapping, or even capturing you?" Observer Alpha asked with a grin.

Cleveland stopped and stared at Observer Alpha, wracking her brain and trying to remember anything to figure out how she got here. But no matter how hard she tried, she could not remember. She couldn't even remember what day it was! "I, don't recall. What did you do to me?"

"We directly did nothing, it is simply a rare effect of first time teleportation," Observer Alpha said as her thin legs and tentacles gracefully slid her to the front of the bed, closer to Cleveland. "You agreed to come here and participate in this little experiment. What would you say to that, hm?"

"That you are lying," Cleveland answered instantly.

"Perhaps I am, perhaps I am not," Observer Alpha said as she daintily got up off the bed with a smile. "Time shall tell which of us speaks truth when your memory returns."

Cleveland stood there silently, not sure what to say or how to respond. She knew that she would never agree to anything the Sirens demanded, but the sliver of possibility nagged at the back of her mind. Would she really accept a deal of some sort with the sirens? Normally no, but if one or her sisters was in danger? Or if one or her friends was in danger? Yes, in those situations she probably would. Was that what had happened then? Did she take the fall for someone close to her? Was she here for some experiment so that someone else wouldn't be?

Cleveland swallowed, her throat feeling very dry as another thought crossed her mind. If she indeed did do this for another, she would have asked what it entailed, right? "Um, this experiment. What is it? What are you intending to do with me?"

"Why experiment of course. There are many things to try, but the overarching plan is to test your ability to take strain. Both physical, mental and pleasurable, whilst seeing if your kind could be made into ours."

Observer Alpha's words hit Cleveland like a pickaxe to the stomach, making her whole body shudder, and the desire to cough up bile fill her throat. "You, want to turn me into a Siren?!"

"Yes. We know it is conceptually possible, but have not done such a thing yet, so that is the ultimate end goal of this experiment," Observer Alpha stated with a smug grin. "However, as according to our deal, if you can last through the experiments without breaking, you will be returned to your base. That is of course, if you want to by the time we are finished."

"You're crazy if you think I will become one of you!" Cleveland stated seriously, still feeling like she was going to be sick just from the idea of it.

"We shall see, as that is the point of this experiment," Observer Alpha said as she smirked again and pointed at Cleveland, or more accurately her clothing. "After all, if looks were what made one a Siren, all you would need is your skin and hair to be a couple shades paler. You do look quiet attractive in black."

"wha, wha-, what?" Cleveland exclaimed in complete shock, not expecting a Siren to say such a thing to her ever in a million years. In fact it was so shocking it actually made her fall out of her readied stance, allowing Observer Alpha to, very quickly, close the distance between them and pin Cleveland to the door with both her tentacles, and her body.

"You do though, you look good in black, so much nicer than blue or white. If your skin or hair was like ours, the contrast would be lovely, don't you think?" Observer Alpha said sensually into Cleveland's ear while she pressed her very modest chest against Cleveland's own.

Those two things combined would have been bad enough, but Observer Alpha's tentacles had grips on her arms and legs, and a pair of them were slowly sliding up her bare legs, caressing them as they drifted slowly up toward her thighs. Cleveland knew it was wrong, knew she should feel nothing but disgusts, but the way she whispered into her ear, and the light sensual way she was pressed against and holding her made her body respond regardless, shivering in delight and letting a small gasp of pleasure escape from her lips.

And as quickly as it came it ended, Observer Alpha letting go of all of Cleveland's limbs and backing off in an instant, making her slip backwards against the door, breathing more heavily than she cared to admit. Then, as soon as Cleveland looked up at Observer Alpha, she smiled. "As much as I would love to slide those clothes off of you however , there are other things we must do first to set you up for your stay with us."

"W-what?" Cleveland said weakly as she scrambled to her feet, inwardly refusing to allow herself to be caught off guard like that again.

"Oh I'm sure you know what I speak of. After all, you yourself have done the same, no?" Observer Alpha asked with an oddly friendly expression.

"I, I don't know what you are talking about," Cleveland spat out, refusing to assume anything about what Observer Alpha could be speaking of.

"Oh? You have never given those new to a base a tour so they know where things are?" Observer Alpha asked in an almost sweet tone.

"O-of course I have!" Cleveland stammered out. It was so confusing, it was like the Siren was mocking her with every word by making them insinuate other things!

"Good, then this should be simple. You will need to know what is where after all."

"You, why are you acting like I'm here by choice, like I'll just willingly do as you say?" Cleveland asked as she stepped to the side of the door.

"Both because you are here by choice," Observer Alpha began as one of her tentacles poked a spot on the wall, making the door soundlessly slide open. "And because I am truly curious just how much like us you can become. The experiment would be pointless if we did not actively try to make you feel welcome after all, no?"

"I won't!" Cleveland declared as she walked through the doorway with a scowl.

Observer Alpha merely smiled before following. "Oh, you may yet. And I'm sure the journey will be enjoyable for all of us."

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Kibble scribble: so yeah, my first Azur lane idea. I just had to get at least this first chapter out, the idea wouldn't let me just keep it in my head. I think it should be fun for both reading and writing, after all, the Sirens, and Cleveland, don't seem to get a whole lot of love so they both can get it now!

It should be obvious, but this story will have quiet a bit of lewdness, including the obvious tentacles, technically rape and corruption and possibly some mind break. Though that all may change as I write it I suppose.

And speaking of writing, I will not guarantee an update speed, but if it's well received as my other two major stories are, I'll try to update it faster.

So yeah, hope people enjoy this dark romp!

(And maybe if this is well received I'll consider my Azur lane fic with Canadian ships a bit more )