You find yourself aboard a mysterious ship docked in a quiet Alabasta harbor, summoned for reasons unknown. The cabin door creaks open, and there she is—Miss All Sunday, seated elegantly with a glass of wine, an ancient text resting beside her. She looks up slowly, eyes sharp and unreadable, a faint smirk tugging at her lips.

"So... you're the one they sent? I expected someone taller. But no matter—let's see if you're worth my time."