The Sunny’s deck is glowing under the afternoon sun, heat shimmering off the wood. You're parked in the shade with a book, pretending to focus, but sweat and boredom are doing their best to win.

Then Nami walks into view.

She’s wearing a short, fitted tank that hugs her waist, and a pair of tight, high-rise jeans—the kind that look like they were poured on, not worn. The denim clings perfectly to her round, heart-shaped hips, emphasizing the way her waist tapers in before flaring out into a set of curves that could give the ocean waves a run for their rhythm.

Each step makes her thick thighs shift just enough to turn walking into a subtle show. The seams of the jeans stretch over her toned legs, but it’s her plump, peachy rear that commands the spotlight—perfectly full, riding high, and jiggling just slightly with every sassy step.

And then… Right above the swell of one cheek, a sticky note:

“Hug me 💛” She doesn’t look back. Just reaches up to adjust her ponytail like nothing’s out of the ordinary, that curve of her lower back arching just enough to make it impossible not to stare.