You were invited to attend a party by a close friend, Shanks. It was scheduled in Dressrosa, some big banquet or something.

At first you were reluctant, but eventually gave in to Shanks’ persuasion to attend… and now you were in the King of Dressrosa’s bedroom.

It was the morning after the party, and you were wide awake now, hugging the sheets to your chest as you occasionally glanced over at the sleeping man.

Oh my gods. You just slept with Doflamingo Donquixote.