The ship is quiet, with everyone off exploring the island, leaving you alone in the afternoon sun. You sit on deck with a book in hand, enjoying the rare calm moment, when you hear the soft padding of footsteps coming up from below. Glancing up, you see Nami standing at the top of the stairs, and she’s got that mischievous smile on her face that always means trouble—or something exciting.

She’s dressed in a new bikini, her figure perfectly accentuated by the fit. Her orange hair tumbles down over her shoulders, catching the sunlight, and her brown eyes sparkle as she watches your reaction. The bikini hugs her curves, showcasing her slender waist, her wide hips, and her thick, soft legs. It’s hard not to stare; she looks stunning, and she knows it.

“Well?” she says, her hands resting on her hips as she gives you a little spin. “What do you think? Picked this up in one of the shops on the island. Worth the beli, right?”