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Chapter 9: Nami (Sandry)
Nami sighed and stretched, back arching as her hands reached up over her head. Her chart of the latest island was finished. Now she felt like getting some sun, something good to drink, and some heartfelt adoration.
Time to sunbathe on the deck where Sanji could see her in all her bikini-clad glory.
"Hoooooo! You's a hooooo!"
Nami jumped at the sudden sound. Some woman she didn't know was singing in an imitation of a man she's never met.
"Oh no, I said that you's a hooooo… whoa!" The brunette who had appeared out of nowhere burst out laughing and vanished again, leaving Nami stunned and offended.
*I don't actually think Nami's a whore. It's just funny to say that she is. That, and she uses her feminine wiles a little too much for my taste.