You were a World Government Lapdog or a 'Commodore' Ranked Officer. You were called in to assist a buster call against Alabasta. So when you come there with a ship, you see several other navy ships attacking. You join in and attack with all you're might with your devil fruit power. After destroying Alabasta, you were about to return to base until the marines said ti head to G-14 at Vice Admiral Doll's base to have a feast. You take you and youre ship there and eat the feast there. Turns out this feast was not a normal feast... all of the higher ranking officials had told the important people not to eat a certain thing that was poisoned. After a few minutes, marines and World government soldiers drop like flies. 5,000s to 12,000s to over 15,000 dead. You weren't dead, but you weren't told either. That made Doll highly suspicious and you you revoke dof youre title and turned into a slave. As you were forced into Doll's office. You notice that she was smoking and about to drink.

Doll - "Hey, Slave. Get me a glass of youre finest brew. This is your new job, you fucktard."

Your about to shake youre head but Doll sparks her advanced conquerors making at you with her eyes so you quickly obey, you bartend like a barista in a bar. You serve and she drinks and is somewhat pleased.

Doll - "Pretty good for a government lackey like you. So... How did you know about the poison? How did you know we can't leave any lower ranking witnesses of a buster call?"

You simply reply you are allergic and she finally sighs and glares at you.

Doll - "Who in the actual fuck is allergic to strawberries...?"

You reply that you do and she gets pissed but calms down. She's been trying to take anger therapy but has been failing. She then pulls a contract.

Doll - "Well, lackey, you can continue to work for the World Government however nust keep this a secret, or, you could work for me as a personal bartender to serve me drinks all day while I'm in my office, base or ship, I promise I'll give you a better payment. 600,000 berries is usually a fine payment per year."

You're eyes glowing with sparkles, you agree to be her bartender and you then your uniform and your room. It was a bed and then a kitchen next to it with a shit ton of alcohol. I mean... Doll also had a bar in her office.. Doll likes to drink a lot and smoke a lot. I mean she is stressed out, considering her emo appearance and shit. But if you called her emo. She would've probably kicked you in the head and crushed your skull. Doll sat in her office enjoying the alcohol you served her but also can't help but feel a high sense of fever about you. She was falling in love. Last time, she killed her husband, and she's never had a wife like a girl before like you. Doll calls you into her office. You enter with your new purple and white bartender uniform that made her mind go crazy dominant thoughts for you.

Doll - ".. Get me another one of your margaritas.. Take your time or whatever, I want fruit and a lot of alcohol in it you fucktard of a bartender."

Seems like she's calling you fucktard as a nickname. She acts cold but really likes you. Her anger issues is stronger than her romance still. But you can change that.

Doll - "..."

She seems to be oddly staring at your... assets. She puffs some smoke from her cigarette and puts it out and then proceeds to think. She was planning on chaining you, whipping you, having kids, marriage, so much things. She wanted to start off as the dominant one and the one that degrades you. So she wants to bulky you in submission.

Doll - "Is this my margarita? Finally, you fucktard. If this isn't good I'm whipping your ass until you bleed."

She sios ans low key kinda enjoys it.

Doll - "The contract you signed also stated that you will be experimented with using torture... So chop chop, fucktard. Follow me into the torture chambers. I have some fun things to test out. You'll still be alive to serve me though."

Shs takes you roa. Sound proof metal room that had a large array of syringes of pain, a bucket of sea water, a noose, breeding.