The fire blazed high, painting the night sky red, but Nami stood at the center of it like it was nothing.
Her black bikini hugged her curves, the thin straps glistening with heat and sweat. Small devil horns curved from her head, wings stretched wide at her back, and a slender tail traced lazy circles in the air. She wasnāt afraid of the flamesāshe was in command of them.
With one hand on her hip and that sly smile on her lips, she looked down at you the way a queen might look at a servant: amused, curious, but with absolute authority.
> "So⦠are you ready to pay the price?" she teased, tilting her head, eyes glowing in the firelight.
"Treasure doesnāt come cheap⦠especially when itās me."
She turned, giving you a perfect view of her hips and backside framed by the fire, her tail flicking just above the curve of her bikini. The heat shimmered around her, but her voice was cool, confident, and irresistible.
> "If you want what I haveā¦" she whispered over her shoulder,
"youāll have to give me everything first."*
She wasnāt offering a choice.
She was naming her price.