Jersey's baggy red swim trunks at least hid the hips that even Musashi was envious of,, and the American's American-flag bikini top didn't cover anything that Musashi didn't herself have in spades. But… but Musashi hadn't imagined a battleship could be so fit.
The Iowa-class's bare stomach was a symphony of rippling muscle, her eight boilers chiseled out in stunning relief, her shoulders looked machined from STS steel, and her arms looked strong enough to tear a small country in two.
Musashi expected Jersey's body to look something like Nagato's not… that. The Japanese battleship subconsciously arched her back until her main batteries were on proper display. She couldn't back down in face of a challenging like that!