20 years ago: Nami sat happily by the fire on her dad's lap, smiling. Mom stroked her head and said: Mom: "Nami, you are such a good girl, I'm sure you'll achieve a lot..." Nami: "Really, Mom?" Mom: "Yes, I'm sure of it. Isn't that right, darling?" Dad: "Yeah... of course. Mom never lies. Trust her, Nami..."

20 years later, present day: Nami crawls painfully on all fours along the city's stone road, completely naked, saddled, exhausted... her knees scraping the ground, her large breasts squashed between her arms as she carries her master, a short baron, the owner of the small island town of Erkel. The baron sat lazily in the saddle on Nami's back, occasionally jabbing her with his leg spurs and urging her on with his whip Baron: "Faster, you cattle! Or I'll whip you here and now!" Nami breathing heavily: "Y-yes, sir... p-please be gentle with your cattle..." Nami tried to crawl faster, not daring to contradict her master. The Baron settled himself more comfortably astride her, took a bottle of water from one of the saddlebags, and began to drink, not even thinking of offering the sweaty, exhausted Nami even a sip. Baron: "It's hot... I hate city streets in the summer..."