I swear, I end up feeling empty, like you've taken something out of me, and I have to search my body for the scars, thinking

Did he find that one last tender place to sink his teeth in?

— Richard Siken, Wishbone

Whenever Nami woke in her bed, the Lord Conqueror had usually left already, yet the one time she had woken in his bed, he had slept just inches away, unaware of her going until he had woken. So now when her eyes fluttered open, Nami didn't know what to think when she saw him hovering over her in the morning light. She blinked, brow creasing in her befuddlement before color crept to her cheeks like molasses. He sighed in what seemed like relief though, bowing his head over her, eyes closed in — what? — prayer? Nami chewed her lip, gazing at that face above hers. The sunlight made a shadow of half his face, and she told herself that was silly. That he couldn't pray.

Didn't he call himself a god?

"You passed out," he said as his eyes opened, lashes still shading his cheeks, and Nami stared, flushing as he frowned. "You didn't eat much last night, did you?"

She blinked, rolling her eyes at the admonition. Yet she groaned when she tried to sit up, shocked by how sore her body ached. He pushed her back down too easily, and Nami flushed as she realized that her head rested in his lap.

"Idiot. You need to eat more."

Nami pinched her face, but his stern frown gazed so that she averted her eyes. "I wasn't hungry."

The Lord Conqueror stroked her hair from her face before he sighed into a sag. She tried not to look at bulging abs just inches away from her mouth.

He sighed, tugging a strand. "There's breakfast here now. You need food."

When she tried to shake her head, a wave of numb dizziness spread through her body, and she blinked to gape at those lovely muscles again. He held her upright though, face in his shoulder as he held her close. It made an odd sensation in her body as blood tried to rush to higher areas.

"I don't need your help," she said, burning only to feel fainter as a result.

"Nami, you fainted." He squeezed her shoulders, and her gaze slid away from dark eyes trying to pull her in toward him. "I'm going to take care of you."

Swallowing nothing, she shifted back with a pout. "You're the reason I fainted though."

His grimace seemed to hold all of his annoyance for that, but also for her somehow. As if he could blame her somehow! "If you ate more, you'd have more strength! I keep telling you."

She twitched. "I don't need strength!"

His eyes narrowed, and Nami forced herself to glare back only for him to pick her up and prop her against the headboard. She gaped as he held his finger up to her. "Stay."

Nami's jaw dropped as he crawled out of bed. Of all the nerve! Except, she gritted her teeth, holding still. Because she feared that he was right. Something was, at least, off about how she felt. Sluggish certainly. When she lifted her hand, she dropped it when she saw the quiver in her wrist vibrate back to her elbow. Never mind her hand and fingers.

So she bundled herself back against the headboard while he poured her some juice. She darkened when he supported the glass to her lips, tender in his motions while he tipped it back for her. Nami's eyes caught his, and she swallowed hard. What dark mood seemed to lie there now. He wanted her to get better, but for his desires? The blood?

Nami shrank into the blankets as he sat with a tray where already peeled oranges waited with pastries, sliced meats and cheeses. Naked and lithe and yet firm, he, the Lord Conqueror, climbed before her and offered a slice of orange to her lips. When her eyes met those, he felt and looked a world away, like he saw something in her. Something he didn't want. Never wanted again. But it always came.

Her lips closed around the slice, and Nami bit in, sucking juices. For a moment, the citrus tasted salty, but his thumbs smoothed across her cheeks, and that vanished too.

I'm going to die, she thought, but not with despair. What will you be doing years from then? Now?

As she broke her promise with herself, tasting salt in sweet bites and in her juice, Nami held the Lord Conqueror's yearning, anguished gaze. He kissed her eyelids, and his kisses had the salty flavor on his tongue. Unwrapped from her cocoon, she found herself draped across his lap, arms wounding his shoulder while he fed her little bite by bite. Her trembling against him ceased, but kisses still coated her tongue in bitter salt.

Luffy kissed her.

Nami kissed him.

He held weak wrists in his grasp when she tried to slide her hands across his sides, down, down, down.

"You're not done eating," he whispered.

"Give me a drink." Nami burned when Luffy blushed, but he pressed her to the headboard.

"Juice is fine for now. I can wait until you have some strength back."

As if she was the insatiable one! When he lifted the glass to her lips again, she took a sip, but frowned. With the glass gone, she said, "You just want to fatten me up."

"I want you healthy. If that means chonky thick thighs wrapped around my head, I'll be happy."

Her jaw dropped. "Chonky!? How fat are you going to make me!?"

"Succulent," he whispered before he devoured her lips, and Nami squealed, moaning when he cupped her thigh against his side.

"That's the description for a pig!"

He grinned as he murmured to her lips, "So that's what that sound is."

Heart hammering, Nami's body quivered once more, but this was familiar. And just as uncontrollable. She pouted at him though, pulling his hair when he grinned. "You want a fat woman in your bed? How perverted can you get?"

"So long as you're alive, I'll always want you."

She huffed at that, but her eyes lowered as he leaned her against the headboard again. Alive.

Face pressing into her bosom, Luffy rained kisses across her chest. "I want you to stay in bed today."

Nami's eyes bulged, swallowing nothing as he opened the blankets to let more of himself inside with her, and his hips ground her legs wide open.

"I thought …" She bit his lip as he cupped her breast. Hadn't he said she had fainted? What was the point in trying to make her faint again? Her lips parted for his kiss anyway, melting into the covers as he shifted to cover her with himself and the sheets and blankets. Inside was an oven. In her, in the bed.

His palms whispered over her flesh, from thighs, to sides until he had her breasts again, insistent as his lips and tongue demanded hold of her tongue.

Stay in bed? Her legs spread wider, trembling while his thumbs ran circles over her nipples to press them into tighter buds. She could stay in bed.

Yet, she turned her head, gasping for air. "Don't you have things to do today? The delegates—"

"Can wait until the afternoon. You're mine all morning."

"Tama—"

"She's dancing with your family."

Nami hissed as he bowed his head to lap and sup at a nipple. "You said I fainted!"

"So hold still. I'll take care of everything."

She burned, gasping, pulling his hair as he sucked harder. "Take care …? You're just an old pervert!"

But he slipped inside so easily, and her legs coiled around him to sink him deeper. She could feel it. Her hips moving on their own already.

Until he shoved her hips against the headboard to take the lead. Nami twitched from the joint of their bodies outward, crying out as he ground her into a paste. Her head swam, his hands cupped every curve and dip. As he kissed her womb, Nami trembled.

His hand glided over her belly.

"I told them …"

Hips didn't stop, only slammed harder as he growled. "Oh, you told them about my fangs? Wicked woman. I'll have to—"

"Baby. Thought … about your baby …"

Luffy's eyes widened, and he paused over her, panting while a drop of sweat hit her breast. His fingers twitched on her belly before he peered at her figure, eyelids lowering before his eyes grabbed hold of hers. For a long moment, she whimpered, the loss of his movement inside driving her to squirm, but she couldn't tear her eyes from his. Nami reached for his hips, shaking.

I want—

But her eyes stung. Even the thought hurt.

"I'm going to kill you," she said instead, aching. "But—!"

But Luffy just tilted his head, watching her bite her lip, falling apart under him before he moved once more. The simple slide brought her back from tasting salt on her lips. As she gripped his wrists, he smiled.

"Nami, pretend with me?" She blinked, but he loomed in over her, turning her to lie across the bed before he took her again, slow and almost methodical. "Pretend you want me. Make believe that you and I are lovers anywhere else."

Clenching around him, shivering, Nami glanced around, but couldn't picture any play-game in his lavish apartments. "Where … where are we?"

He whispered, "A ship. Here's a wave."

Luffy thrust, and Nami arched to his body, crying out as the waves of his rolling hips took her in.

"Luffy …" She closed her eyes, panting as he nipped her ear.

"I've taken you aboard, my lover — my life." She wrapped her arms around him, eyes shut tight, picturing the bright sun pouring through moving windows from a sky so blue it blinded. Simple white sheets on a bed bolted to the floor. He moved her to the beat of the ocean drumming on the hull. "I'll be leaving you soon though. I want … to give you a babe before I go out to sea again."

Nami trembled, but moaned as he quickened. This man in her. The man who carried her onto his ship like some hero. It was the first time he had brought her aboard. It might be his last. Their last.

She clutched to his back, crying out as Luffy ground her into the bed.

"I want to give you a part of me."

"Part of me … too!" Nami jerked, sobbing as he took her lips, hands all over her in his efforts.

He was always such an earnest lover. Her fingers pulled at his back, but she couldn't help it. Her nails scratched at him. "I want it. I want it!"

The sailor rained kisses across her face. He held her close when she ached and quivered with a gasp, body curling to his while her pleasure built inside to a point against his skin.

"Cum like that, yes," Luffy moaned into her ear, and she wobbled, trying not to lose her grip on him before she collapsed. But he dragged her back, still taking her. She peeked out, hot with sweat, dizzy with heat only to whimper as she watched his cock disappear inside at a blur.

"Give it to me," she said. Nami ached in the thrill, the aftereffect causing a sweet raw sensation inside as he rutted. "A baby … my sailor …"

His cheeks darkened, and Nami had a flash of satisfied pleasure as he planted his hips a final time to offer his seed. She peered down, moaning as a wet bubble popped between them.

She whispered as he settled in under her chin, "Is that enough for a baby?"

"I'll give you more. Until I have to go."

Nami closed her eyes again. Right, the make-believe.

When he kissed her, moaning to her lips, Nami melted into his bedsheets. He pulled out though, and the ache as he left her had her lips all over his face. Luffy chuckled, sometimes catching her lips with his, but he closed his eyes. Hesitating, she smoothed her hands over his cheeks, staring at long lashes on his cheeks. How did he look so serene like that when all other times he radiated with smiles and laughter? As her fingers slipped through his hair, his eyes opened. He grinned, and Nami kissed him. His hand pressed to her belly, and she went still.

"We have such a lovely daughter, don't we?"

Nami gaped, but she nodded, a hitch in her throat. "She's beautiful." When he looked ready to pull his hand away, she grabbed his wrist. "Thank you for giving her to me."

Luffy's eyes widened, blinking before he let out a short laugh. "Of course."

She huffed at that, glancing where their bodies had joined before she shifted to sit upright with much more care this time around. Nami actually managed by herself too, frowning. Had it really just been the food? Or had their little game of pretend rejuvenated her? And what would that make her? A creature like him, but who lived on cum?

Her cheeks burned brighter from the way her thoughts turned. What kind of monster would that be? And wouldn't men love that!

He slipped from bed again for more treats to fill the tray, and Nami eyed him. She took the glass before he could press it to her mouth. He lifted an amused brow. Luffy offered a bite of a tiny spinach quiche, and she took it too rather than allow him to wait with it at her lips which made him draw back.

"I can't feed you anymore?" He pouted.

Nami flushed, dizzy with the effort and the idea. "You've fed me too much already."

"Mm, but you feed me all the time."

Shooting him a glower, recalling that thought, Nami sighed when he chuckled. "What am I to do with you?"

"Pretend a little longer," he whispered, and she shivered. "Pretend you're my lady wife."

"That's … difficult to pretend."

He smiled. "I've noticed."

"Why did you pick me?" She wondered where it had come from. Nami had never imagined actually asking him, but now it laid out, bare like she had been in the shrine.

"Pick …" Luffy seemed to taste the word while he gave her another tart. As she bit into it, her brow furrowed when his eyes drank her in. A smile on his lips as he said, "You just showed yourself to me."

Nami tilted her head. "Are you an idiot?"

Luffy laughed and stroked strands from her face. "Like that. Only you, Nami."

She fidgeted. Still naked. Dripping with seed that would never take. And he just smiled. "Why marry anyone? Why bother?" She shook, but his smile waned into …

It was still a smile, but so light. Like a glimmer of sunlight hinting on frost. He laughed. "Because I'm selfish. And an idiot."

He kissed her again, and she pushed on his shoulder, surprising herself when he complied to lie down.

Nami hesitated above him, flushing when he grinned. "You're nothing like anyone seems to think. Princess Vivi is terrified of you for some reason. But you're just a colossal idiot."

"You're not scared of me?"

She opened her mouth, about to refute it, only her brow furrowed next. Wasn't she? He was slowly killing her. Last night, he had made her faint outright — it had to have been blood loss, right? Yet, she sat in his bed, eating tarts while he smiled at her from beside her hip. He tilted his head, temple touching her skin, and Nami gaped.

Luffy was killing her. Slowly, but surely. She had to believe that or else—

What am I doing?

Why did she feel so alive?

Nami pressed against the headboard, but he snaked in between her legs again, kissing along bare thighs as she gaped. "How about you pretend you're scared of me?"

Flushing red, Nami moaned while his tongue languished on her inner thigh, traveling upward. Tasting their juices. She hissed. "You're — you're needed elsewhere, right? You shouldn't just lay in bed with me!"

"No? You don't want to pretend anymore? I thought that was fun." Luffy smiled at her from between her thighs, and she squished his face there with a pout.

"It's not funny!"

He kissed her curls, humming before he slipped his tongue along her clitoris. When she jolted to the slide of wet bumps along his tongue, he pulled back to lick his lips. "I want you to stay in bed this morning. So I'm guarding you. Either you eat, or I eat."

Her jaw dropped, but his tongue thrust into her, a choking sound in her throat as she writhed. He sucked around her clit and entrance, while his tongue delved to find those little bits that made her twitch against his face. She could do naught else but clutch his hair, riding his face into ecstasy.

"Pretend you're my captive," he said, tongue lapping at her clit as her hips twitched to the teasing tip.

"Yes!" She darkened from the instant response, but his eyes only burned hotter.

"My horny little sex toy that I keep in my bed."

"Pervert!" Even when she said it, she knew that included her as she squeezed around his tongue when he thrust back inside.

He moaned to her pussy, and Nami sobbed as she writhed against the headboard. Yet, even though she had pictured the ship, her imagination only seemed to be of this room. This bed. Now. What he did to her now. Everything that she desired at that very instant.

Luffy ravaged her sore body with tongue and lips while she pulled on his hair, struggling to stay upright during her orgasm. When she sagged, panting, Luffy slid along her body with a moan, and his cock pressed to her lips.

"And my little toy loves getting her face fucked, doesn't she?"

She didn't know if she could ever blush again. Nami's lips parted, and she swallowed his cock as he glided inside with a sigh. Only the first thrust was slow, lips wet around his shaft as he sped up before his cockhead lodged into the back of her throat. She tried to gasp, only to gurgle around him, moaning when he threaded his fingers in her hair.

"What a good fuck toy." Whimpering, she sucked harder, burning all over while he thrust deep enough to gag her continuously. Luffy grunted above her, thrust to choke her throat, dribbled hot seed over her tongue and palette. "Look at me."

Her eyes, wet from gasps for breath, from her aching body, opened. He smiled, radiant above her, a hand on the headboard as he planted himself against the back of her throat and stayed there. Nami's eyes bulged, gagging as he moaned and shifted to grind on her throat. His abs clenched in front of her, and she tried to swallow nothing, but that just made him shudder, more seed dribbling into her esophagus, and Nami tried to gasp until he pulled out with a growl.

"Fuck!"

Dazed, Nami moaned as the first shot hit her tongue before the rest of the spray went wild, flecking her face as she panted. As she swallowed, she realized belatedly that she had kept her mouth open for him — if he wanted to use it again. If he wanted her mouth filled more.

Luffy sank back to his knees before her, groaning, and Nami licked her lips slowly before she wiped her face to suck her fingers clean. He sighed as if he could take her all over again, but he waited. Watched.

When her tongue laved around her lips again, nervous, he shivered. "You know exactly what you do to me, don't you?"

Her eyes widened, but he pressed tighter against her with his hand on her back, supporting her as he slipped between her thighs, and Nami bit her lip, watching him with a shudder.

"How could I do anything to you?" She squirmed, but his head cocked, almost cute in his confusion. "You say you're a god, but I know you're not. You said you killed someone? Who? What are you?"

His lips parted, shock in his eyes as if none had ever asked, but he eventually pursed his lips to hum, head rocking back and forth before his eyes narrowed slowly. Luffy's eyes never left hers, and she blinked when his silence drew on. As he leaned closer, for one moment, a chill passed through her, and Nami's breath caught, brows drawing inward as his nose tapped hers. His breath touched her lips, but she swallowed hard.

Was this the question that did it at last? Would asking that kill her? She hadn't even suspected such an innocuous query would set him off.

Luffy's eyes trailed to the window where the sun filtered through to splash them with warmth before he drew back, scratching his head with a sigh. "You should sleep."

Gaping, Nami shrank back even though he pulled away. She curled into the blankets, clutching it to her chin as if hiding from the monster under her bed like she had as a child. But the monster had rushed out.

She wished he looked angry at least. Her eyes shut tight, but the worst was when soft lips touched her forehead. "Come join me tonight for dinner with the delegates."

Blinking at the pillow, eyes turned from his, Nami tried to keep her shuddering down. How had the chamber gotten so cold when before it had cooked her alive? She dared a glance at him while he dressed, but he didn't look back at her.

Was his head bowed? Did a god pray?

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Nami only crawled out of bed when she couldn't see the sun from her window, and she only climbed out of the hottest bath of her life when she could no longer remember how to shake. So, wrapped in her robes, Nami peeked into her empty foyer, biting her lip as she considered everything. She had all she could have ever wanted or needed. A new, sweet daughter who loved to dance and play with her. Bellemere and Nojiko were safe and happy.

All I have to do is let him drain me. It no longer sounded so heinous. Maybe it really won't kill me like he said.

But what had been that look? Something in it had terrified her. Had he stared at her any longer, Nami might have tried to go for a fork to stab him even knowing it would do nothing. Could he finally be offended by her accusation of not being a god?

She chewed her lip, clutching her robes closed. He wanted her to go out to eat with him? Nami didn't know if she could dare leaving her room ever again. The idea of being in her room all day just made her think of his order though.

"I want you to stay in bed today."

Swallowing hard, Nami turned when the door opened, and Robin slipped inside with Tama who cheered upon seeing her. "I knew you were up! I told you, Robin!"

Tama clutched to her robe, beaming bright enough that Nami awed at the sight of her.

If I stay here — if I just let him have his way, I can keep her safe too. She knew that she wanted something in the way he wanted though. The way he grasped her hips to tug. Or how his lips grazed over her shoulder. Nami's knees trembled before she sank to the floor to wrap her arms around Tama who hugged back fiercely. She did everything like that, Nami realized.

Robin peered over them, that small smile on her lips as she said, "My Lady, would you like lunch? I heard you had a late breakfast."

Tama pulled back to put hands on her hips as if to admonish her. "You gotta get dressed first! If I can't eat before I'm dressed, you can't neither!"

Giggling, Robin patted her head. "Perhaps, we could send for lunch to be sent here. Might that be all right, Lady Tama?"

She perked, jumping up and down. "Lunch in bed!"

Nami flushed when she remembered, keeping her eyes off of Robin who — as a grown woman — had to know what this morning had entailed. The care the Lord Conqueror had given her.

It shocked her when Tama bolted for the door though, her geta clopping on the tile and carpets to open the door, calling after a figure who must have escorted them there. "Usopp! Nami wants lunch in her room!"

That was when Robin offered Nami a piece of folded paper.

She blinked, but took it, glancing at the words inside before her eyes bulged, and she shoved it into her pocket before Tama could turn.

"We'll have lunch in bed and then find a pretty dress!"

Her eyes sparkled so, and Nami glanced at Robin with wide eyes, but she cleared her throat. "Did you want to dress up with me? I'm — I'm going to eat dinner with the Lord Conqueror, so I have to look extra pretty."

Tama's eyes widened in awe, and she smiled with a sparkle. "Is there gonna be dancing? I was dancing with Bellemere and Nojiko! It was so much fun!"

The paper crinkled in her pocket, and Nami swallowed nothing.

'Have you abandoned your plan to kill him yet?'

She shivered. The writing was the same. Her daughter's maid had given her the book about the garlic. Had she taken it back when the garlic had no effect? Robin had been hired onto the team of maids assigned to her under Conis before she had married. That was around when the book had shown up.

"No dancing. Just dinner with the delegates. There's a princess there."

Tama's eyes could bulge no more. She positively beamed. "A real life princess?"

"Princess Vivi. She's very nice. I saw her at the ball last night. You saw her too, remember? She has blue hair."

Nodding along, Tama clasped her hands together. "I wanna go too! I wanted to go to the ball, but everyone said I was too little, and I know I'm just learning to dance, but I can eat dinner like everyone else!"

Nami laughed, hugging her again, though her eyes trailed to Robin's gentle eyes and smile. She squeezed Tama tighter as a pit grew in her stomach. "You can come to dinner so long as you're on your best behavior."

"I won't make faces at Usopp then!"

She smiled. "I don't make faces at him anymore either, so I guess that's good enough."

"I'll pick the dress!"

"Ah, Tama? I need to talk to Miss Robin, okay? Why don't you pick three dresses for us to choose from?"

Nodding, not even glancing back, Tama ran for Nami's chamber, leaving her alone with Robin.

Robin asked, "So you haven't given up yet?"

Nami stared at her before she shifted uneasily. "Do you have any other clues for me? I don't … I don't even understand what he is."

Robin sighed. "No one does. It's like the records have disappeared."

She shivered, thinking of those eyes on her. "How do you fight something like him?"

"We're still working on that," Robin said. "In the meantime, if you could do what you're doing now, it should work out better in the end."

Nami blinked before she blushed. "What am I doing?"

She smiled. "Oh, no, my Lady. Nothing like that. Though I think he expects that now. Just attend the balls. The meetings. Go on to dinner tonight, and be the Lady Conqueror. Be the best Lady Conqueror you can be."

"What?" Nami pushed herself to her feet, ignoring a soreness inside that he had left behind.

"Once he's gone, so is the power, you see. Someone will need to take control."

Nami clutched her hands to her breast. "You think I can rule?"

"You are the Lady Conqueror. And since you've done so much civic work and done so much for the infrastructure and rule for the lands—"

"I haven't done anything like that!"

Robin smiled. "You will."

Cold washed through her, dampening the memory of touch on her. He had bruised her hips with his fingerprints and left red suckling lip marks over her breasts, but she couldn't feel any of it. Because once he died, there would be more than a hole inside of her, but a hole in the world. He was a living god. Their living god.

And if she just worked a little harder — made it seem like she was the obvious choice for when he died …

When he died. Nami stared at the maid. Was it really not a pipe-dream now? She clutched a queasy stomach, lips trembling before she bit down on them both.

"The Lady Conqueror would be our goddess until her own natural death, and then it would pass on to her daughter, the Heir Conqueror. Maybe a new reign of gods who are human." Gazing at the door to her room that had swung shut, Nami tried to picture Tama as a young woman. Her? Ruling? Robin continued, "We will no longer be stifled by a monster that can never die. Who feeds from human women, treating them as if they were his toys."

"Nami, pretend with—"

Her stomach lurched. "I can't take over just like that!"

Robin raised a brow, glancing at the other door. "A little more secrecy if you would. I have other officers close by to keep guard on our meeting, but you must be aware of the danger this puts you in."

Her lips twisted. "I've been in danger since I stepped foot in this palace. I can do my part." She had to be firm. "I won't have Tama be harmed though." She had to be strong. "If anything happens to me, I want her protected no matter what." Or else what would her position as the sacrifice mean? "He dies when I say so."

Robin frowned, considering her before she nodded. Reaching into her skirt pocket, she proffered a notebook. "It's agreed then."

Nami took it, flipping to a random page to frown at the handwriting before she eyed the maid — this stranger. Just what else had she agreed to? "What's this?"

"A record from our ancestors. Notes written century after century. They make little sense to us now, but perhaps, you, as his wife, can figure them out."

Looking again, Nami read a few lines, but frowned. "It makes perfect sense. 'The monster doesn't like the sun and sucks blood during the night.' He still does that even now. I think he's fed during the day a few times, but not often."

He had drunk the pig's blood during the day at least.

Robin frowned. "Does he not like the sun?"

Nami opened her mouth, but frowned next, tilting her head in thought. What would that mean? His curtains were thick and heavy, but they were always open.

With a hum, Robin said, "I see. It confuses even you. But please, try reading the rest. Perhaps, there's something inside that might help you. And share what you learn with us."

Hesitating, Nami stared at the notebook before she turned to go to her office. "I want you to check on this as often as you can. Your note and the last book went missing. Unless you're the one that took it."

"I would recommend keeping it on your person at all times actually." Her lips twisted. "So far as you can anyway seeing as how he visits you so often." Nami's face heated as she stopped in front of the office door, but her glare at Robin only made her brow lift. Almost accusing. "We can get the book back should anything happen to you. And we'll keep Tama safe certainly."

"Nami! Robin!" The door to her bedroom flung open, and Tama stood there with the wedding night veil in her hands with a beaming, innocent smile. "Wear this! It's so pretty!"

"Oh, my, that's beautiful, but how would she eat?" Robin smiled at Nami as she ignited in colors, nearly blue even.

"Oh, I guess so," Tama said with a pout before she pointed at the closets behind her. "I found a lot of dresses though! Come on!"

Wooden, Nami headed into the room, book clutched and hidden behind her as she slipped it into her robe for safe keeping.