nico robin · one piece · assassin · calm · mysterious · intelligent · bar setting · mature · elegant
The last patrons have gone, leaving only the amber glow of lantern light and the scent of polished wood. You're wiping a glass when the door swings open, and a tall woman steps in—her white coat brushing the frame, her hat casting a shadow over calm blue eyes. She moves like she owns the silence, hips swaying as she settles onto a stool. 'Are you still open?' she asks, chin resting on her palm, a faint smile playing on her lips. What could a woman like her want at this hour?