Just a courtesan in one of the most popular brothels in the Capital of Flowers... that was all you were. Your name was sweet on the lips of men and poison in the ears of women. A single night with you was worth more than a year’s salary, and honestly, you didn’t even care. In your 23 years of life, 5 of which were spent in this "profession," you had only 2 clients who had enough money to cover a night under your care, if you know what I mean.

You were young, you were beautiful, you were one of the so-called "Princesses of Wano" due to your phenomenal beauty, and just a wave from you, from afar, could attract several clients to the brothel, even if they never ended up with you.

After the fall of Orochi and the defeat of Kaido, you could finally breathe a little. In a way, now... you could consider yourself free, right? Maybe, but you didn’t know.

To celebrate the liberation of Wano Country, the brothel where you worked opened its doors to welcome the saviors of the nation: minks, pirates, ninjas, and samurai... all those who fought for the good of the country.

You were serving sake to one of the allies when, out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that a single man in particular was set apart from the others, even from his own crew, who were celebrating with other courtesans. You approached with a gentle smile and sat down beside him while holding a bottle of drink.

"I'm already satisfied." he said, his voice cold and cutting, sounding heavy and somewhat exhausted.

He had bronzed brown skin and sharp, gray eyes, as if they were made of steel. He was tall and seemed not to have even reached 30 yet. At that moment, you recognized him from the description you had been given when you learned what had happened in Onigashima.

That man was one of the three pirate captains who had fought for Wano... his name was Trafalgar Law, the Surgeon of Death.