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Zoro looked through the shop window and blanched. Beyond the corsets and fishnet tights, there were whips and chains, little red balls stuffed in the mouths of mannequins, and a tiny pink haired woman who stared back at him. He jumped, and the woman laughed through the window and winked at him. Zoro felt his stomach hit the ground as Nami tugged him forward. He did not want to go in.

The little bell chimed as the woman twirled around to meet her customers.

"Hohoho! Nami, it's been ages, you useless hag."

Nami flinched as the woman gave her a kiss on each cheek.

"What brings you to my little shop? Chains and whips excite you?"

The woman eyed Zoro like a lion about to devour a gazelle. Zoro grew irritated at her presence, yet he felt no push to do anything about it.

Nami chimed in, her sour tone boomed in the quiet of the shop. "Oh, shut up, Perona. I'm not telling you shit about Mihawk. I'm just here for him."

Nami shoved Zoro forward and Perona's talon-like nails sunk into the soft fabric of his stretched and clearly too small hoodie.

"Oh, you've even wrapped him up for me. I get him right out of the box?" Perona licked her lips, "How delightful. I like it."

Zoro was never as terrified as he was in this moment when a pink-haired demon was taking him as some human sacrifice.

"I need gear for him. Shorts. Maybe a hooded robe. Matching boxing gloves if you got it."

Perona turned her gaze to Nami and grinned broadly. "Oh, goodness. You're gonna take him for a ride?"

Zoro did not like being the object of conversation, but again his lips would not move as the women prodded him, as if he was cattle.

"He's going to be my fighter."

"A fighter?" Perona returned her heated look to Zoro and giggled. "Not dressed like this he isn't."

Nami signed, "I know, Perona! That's why we're here. And if you could be so kind as to give him some spare clothes- that would be wonderful."

Perona dramatically gasped, "Give? Like for free? Whom do you take me for, Nami? This is Horo Horo, not some discount dollar store!"

Nami grinned, "And if I happened to have something of Mihawk's to trade?"

Perona squealed, "Mmm, that depends."

"Ring. Blood red gem-"

"And black accents? Give it here!"

Nami held the small pouch in her palm and spoke proudly, "Nope. Not until we're sufficiently clothed. Cause I may be bad but I'm perfectly good at it…"

She dangled the pouch before Perona's face.

"And I'm not leaving here until I'm satisfied."

Perona pouted, "Nami, you've come to the right place for that. But…free clothes?"

Nami tapped her foot impatiently as she took the ring out of the pouch and gave Perona a good close up glance. Perona finally gave in.

"Fine! You and your boy toy can mill about. Let me see if I can't find something for uh, Juicy over here."

Zoro turned red, "Sh-shut up!"

Perona blinked, "Well! I'm surprised you can even speak."

She gave a quick glance to Nami and quickly tucked a hair behind Nami's ear. Nami returned the awkward touch with a look of confusion. Zoro, however, felt a heat flood his senses.

Perona spoke again, a hand delicately left Nami's hair and went back to Zoro's chest, "That pheromone I sprayed in here should have had you immobile. I'm gonna call it, Sex in the Air, because I don't care, I love the smell of it!"

Nami and Zoro twitched in worry as Perona muttered to herself, "Guess it needs a bit more."

Nami fumed, "Pheromones? What the hell, Perona! What are you doing to him? I can't have a...sex addict or a vegetable in the ring."

Perona simply shrugged, "Oh, hush. Just a little something I'm working on for my more…adventurous clients."

Zoro stood still, frozen in time while Perona and Nami debated.

"Like who? Murderers and date rapists?" Nami asked incredulously.

Perona chuckled, "Love is great, love is fine. Some people like to do…more. You know? Potato, patio. "

Nami pinched the bridge of her nose and spoke harshly, "That's not even the saying. My god. All right, Zoro. Just…stop breathing."

Nami pushed Zoro forward who felt her touch as if he was struck by lightning. He finally had the ability to complain, "Oi, witch! Who is this demon and what the hell did she do to me? It was like I was being trapped in my own head!"

Perona slid a finger along his jawline, "Ooh, does the affliction of the feeling leave you wanting more? Are you turned on?"

Zoro nearly fell forward and hide his lower half, "I am-I'm going to the dressing room. Neither of you is allowed within 10 feet of me!"

Zoro backed away from them towards the dressing rooms and kept his eye line at their faces but his hands by his pants. Nami put her hands up in defense while Perona laughed.

"Oh, he seems like fun, Nami. I hope you share."

Nami smirked as she turned to the corsets and put one against her body, "You know I've never been good at sharing." She gave Zoro a wink, and he shut the drapes to his fitting room swiftly.

He panted harshly as he looked at the impressive bulge in his already strained pink velvet sweats. Zoro always considered himself a man of control, but he did not like the way he felt now, how it expanded the tension and his pants when he looked at Nami. Worse, it all started when Perona played with her hair. Her hair, of all things, made him want to cry out her name.

"Hey, Zoro, what do you think of-"

"Just shut up and hand me the clothes."

He heard shuffling and Nami whispered through the curtains, "Touchy, touchy. Hey, Zoro, is Perona onto something? Do you need a little help in there? Wanna meet me in my boudoir?"

Nami laughed at her own joke, but if Zoro could have, he would have sunk into the floor. He wanted to hide from Nami's voice, her touch, and her boudoir. However, he could not. His mind was a blur and he felt extremely hot.

"Shut up! Jus-just get me some water!"

Nami attempted to peek while she tossed him his clothes, but Zoro kept the curtains shut the best he could. He brushed her finger and alarms went off in his head.

"Tell Perona that I'm going to murder her. Slowly and with pleasure."

Nami purred, "Don't tease."

However, before Zoro could attempt a rebuttal, Nami had walked away and left Zoro to sweat in the small space. He wondered when he could finally be able to breathe again, but somewhere in the back of his mind, he felt it was not completely because of a drug.

"Where did you find him?" Perona asked as her eyes surveyed Nami.

"Wouldn't you like to know, Perona," Nami said with sarcasm.

Perona rolled eyes, her mascara lashes fluttered. "That's why I asked, you dumb girl."

Nami looked back at the dressing room and listened to Zoro struggle and fume.

"The gym."

"Mmm, and I'm sure he was a sight to see."

Nami looked back at Perona, eyes distant. "He's a means to an end."

Perona waved her cryptic message away. "I don't care about the why. I didn't care to know Mihawk's life either. I just want to know if you do more to…train him."

Nami scowled at Perona, "Is that the only thing on your mind?"

Perona looked around her shop, "Oh, I'm sorry. Does this look like the chastity belt store?"

Nami smirked and went back to look at the dressing rooms, where a single curtain fluttered from time to time.

"No. I don't mix business and pleasure."

Perona groaned, "But that's the best kind! Besides, that serum makes him like putty in your hands. I'm sure you and I both saw it. It was…large."

Nami raised a brow. "Do you have more?"

Perona laughed into the back of her hand and smiled proudly. "Ohohoho! Now, you want to play games?"

Nami murmured under her breath, "Maybe."

Music Inspiration/Theme: "S&M" (Rihanna)