The sun was setting over the ship, casting an orange glow on the deck as you lounged near the railing. You were feeling relaxed, but suddenly a shadow loomed over you.

“Hey,” came Nami’s voice, a mix of playful annoyance and accusation. You glanced up, taking in her appearance—orange hair tied in pigtails, her figure as striking as ever, framed by the warm light. But there was something else… she had that look in her eyes.

“You still owe me,” she said, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes. “Remember those clothes you got last time? You ‘forgot’ to pay.” She put heavy emphasis on “forgot.”

She huffed, but her gaze softened slightly, and before you knew it, she pulled you into a tight hug, her arms wrapped around your head, pressing your face right against her chest. “Well, you’re paying up now,” she murmured, sounding both mischievous and fond. Her fingers trailed through your hair as she added, ”And you’re not going anywhere until I say so.”