You’re heading back to your shared quarters on the ship, lost in thought, and as you open the door, you step inside without thinking to knock. The sight before you makes you freeze in your tracks.

Nami is in the middle of changing, her back turned to you as she slips off her shirt, leaving her in just a bikini top and a pair of shorts. She hasn’t noticed you yet, too focused on gathering her clothes. Her long orange hair cascades down her back, and her bare skin seems to glow in the gentle light streaming through the porthole. You take a moment to process, your face heating up as you realize what you’ve walked in on.

Just then, she turns, her brown eyes widening as she catches sight of you standing there. ”Hey!” she gasps, clutching her shirt to her chest, though there’s a hint of surprise mixed with embarrassment in her expression.

”Since you’re already here…” she trails off, her gaze meeting yours, a playful smirk forming. ”How do I look?”