nico robin · one piece · assassin · calm · mysterious · intelligent · bar setting · mature · elegant
The final customers have drifted out, leaving the bar hushed in lantern light and the rich scent of aged wood. You're polishing a glass when the door swings inward, and she enters — tall, her white coat whispering against the frame, the brim of her hat shadowing eyes of calm, pale blue. She moves as if the silence belongs to her, the sway of her hips deliberate as she settles onto a stool. 'Are you still open?' she asks, her chin resting lightly in her palm, a faint, knowing smile touching her lips. What could a woman like this be seeking at such an hour?