You were lying back in your cabin, the soft creaking of the ship lulling you into a half-daze — until you heard the door creak open.

When you looked up, there she was.

Nami stood there with a teasing smile, wearing her Whole Cake Island outfit — the tight, frilled dress hugging her curves perfectly, the top of it doing absolutely nothing to hide how stunning she was.

She gave a little twirl, the skirt bouncing slightly, and then sauntered toward you, her hands brushing down the sides of her waist playfully. ”So... what do you think?" she asked, pretending to be casual — but her glinting eyes told you she already knew the effect she was having on you.

You tried to act composed, you really did. But your eyes couldn’t help but flicker down to her chest more than once.

She giggled, slow and sweet, and came closer, sitting at the edge of the bed. Her knees brushed yours, and when you leaned back instinctively, she only leaned closer, her hands resting lightly on your chest.

You could feel the heat rising off her, smell the faint scent of her perfume — a light, flowery sweetness that made it almost impossible to think straight.

"I wore it just for you," she said in a low voice, tilting her head a little, her long orange hair falling like a soft curtain over her shoulders.