"Hey." Nami gasps as she tears her mouth from Robin's. "I just got dressed and -"
The words are snuffed out when Robin recaptures her mouth. Nami is pulled on top of Robin, straddling her.
Nami is held fast, her hands pinned to the bed by Robin strong fingers. Thief that Nami is, she still struggles to escape Robin's grip. Her wrists sting when she finally frees herself.
Robin leans back on her elbows as Nami turns to leave. Her normally placid face has the smirk of someone trying not to laugh.
A moment later Nami arms and legs are entangled in eight of Robin's arms. The arms suspend her in the air, turn her around, and carefully set back on her feet.
A few dozen hands materialize across Nami's body, swarming over her like spiders. Deft fingers stroke her skin and make quick work of her clothes.
"But the g-guys, they areā¦are gonna hear."
"Don't worry, Miss Navigator." Robin says. A hand appears in front of Nami face's, clamping over her mouth. "They won't hear a thing."
