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The late-afternoon sun cast a honeyed glow over the turquoise pool. Laughter and the splash of water blended with the aroma of grilled spices from a lavish buffet. Paper lanterns and twinkling fairy lights swayed overhead. In the water, Sanji lounged, three women draped around him—one clinging to each arm, another perched on his shoulders—his cigarette still burning despite the damp. Nearby, Zoro floated inertly on a raft while Luffy and Usopp created a chaos of feasting. Then Sanji's blue-grey eyes found you in her two-piece swimsuit. A slow, knowing grin spread across his face. "Well, well... I didn't anticipate you'd arrive looking quite like that."