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auxiliarydetective · 2 months ago

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Drunken Sailors - Miela/Red Hair Pirates

So... This may be the filthiest thing I've ever written. And it's also the way I introduce my newest One Piece OC to you! Fantastic, right?

Huge thanks to the members of the Discord server for enabling me <3 @skullfacedlady @indydonuts @armiliadawn @queenmimi2817 and the rest of the gang, this is for you <3

And now, I shall let the AO3 tags speak...

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Multi Relationships: Red-Hair Pirates/Original Female Character(s), Red-Haired Shanks/Original Female Character(s), Benn Beckman/Original Female Character(s), Yasopp/Original Female Character(s), Lucky Roux/Original Female Character(s), Limejuice/Original Female Character(s), Building Snake/Original Female Character(s), Hongo/Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags (aka warnings): Other relationships mentioned, Prostitution, Alcohol, Catcalling, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Original Devil Fruit, Inappropriate Use of Devil Fruit Powers, Aphrodisiacs, Drink Spiking (more spiking than drink, actually), Dom/sub, Daddy Kink, Tentacle Sex, Dirty Talk, Lactation (in like one sentence), Free Use, Pet play mentioned, Anal Sex, Hand & Finger Kink, Dubious Morality, Consentacles

You can find the fic on AO3 here

With that being said... Let's get into it <3

(I am ready to be shamed)

Miela adjusted the bandana holding back her hair, giving herself a quick check in the mirror, retouching her lipstick. Then, she pulled the straps of her bodice back up, took a deep breath and headed back out.

As soon as she stepped back into the main room of the bar, she could tell that it had gotten louder. Really, a group of maybe half a dozen men, most likely a pirate crew, was settling down around a set of tables, already checking out the buffet of pretty waitresses in the room. Just like that, the bar had gone from halfway empty to busy.

But that was alright, because pirate crews always meant easy money – that was if they paid. And these guys looked like somewhere between morally upstanding and dirt-poor, a weird sort of mix between the members. Still, nothing that Miela couldn’t handle.

While her fellow waitresses might have been pretty, it was clear that Miela was the prettiest, the perkiest, the hottest, she told herself, even if business hadn’t been going great lately. Truth be told, she was famished. But if Madam Rosie would…

“Desirée. You’re fifteen minutes late. Take care of tables six and eight.”

Yes! Now things would get better. With these instructions transmitted over her earpiece, Miela picked up a few menus and headed towards her goal.

Meanwhile, across the room, Shanks ran a hand through his hair, leaning back in his seat. It had been a few weeks since leaving Windmill Village, and he still hadn’t gotten over it. His crewmates must have realized too. The way he kept tugging at the coat obscuring his missing arm wasn’t exactly subtle and they hadn’t been partying as much as they had used to. It was almost embarrassing how they’d had to nearly drag him into this bar, his trusted officers, and how they’d had to convince him at that.

But now, all the eye candy in the room was making him feel at least a little better. Maybe even a good portion. There was something for everyone here and he could tell Beckman was already searching for his first catch of the night.

Almost all of the waitresses were young, lots tall and slender, some a little more well-endowed, but none of them truly eye-catching. They were beautiful, sure, but with the amount of women the Red Hair Pirates had seen…

That was until Shanks heard a low whistle, followed by chattering from the crew. He turned around in his seat and a smile spread across his face.

One of the waitresses was aiming right for their table, her hips swaying as she walked and the menus she kept clutched to her chest doing very little to hide her generous cleavage. Noticeably shorter than her colleagues, she made up for it in confidence, and her wavy, golden hair and pink eyes weren’t exactly downsides either. Looking at Yasopp and Lucky Roux, if Beckman didn’t take the girl home tonight, one of them would clearly try. That was if Shanks didn’t one-up them first.

“Good evening,” the woman greeted them, a wide smile on her lips. “Here are your menus.”

Instead of handing them to the men straight away, she bent over and put them in the middle of the tables instead, graciously showing off her tits. The entire group was grinning wildly, throwing little whistles and comments, and Shanks found himself pulled along as well, his thoughts wandering from what had happened a week ago. No time like the present after all.

“Or can I already get you something?”

“Yeah, you,” Yasopp said, gaining him a smack from Limejuice.

“We don’t do that here,” the waitress responded in a sweet tone.

But she looked at Yasopp as she spoke, giving him a cheeky wink. Then, she let her eyes fall for a moment, directing his gaze at the menu. Shanks smirked, exchanging a telling gaze with Snake.

What a liar.

Lightly, Shanks tapped the waitress on the thigh, gaining her attention.

“Two bottles of rum, please, and seven glasses.”

“Don’t be stingy, Captain,” Hongo chuckled.

“You gotta start off slow, right? You should know that, Doc.”

“Two bottles of rum, seven glasses,” the waitress echoed, scribbling their order on a little notepad. “Right away, Captain,” she purred, brushing past his arm as she left.

Immediately, the group broke out into laughter and bickered over who got the menus in the middle of the patchworked table.

“Chaser missed his shot,” Limejuice teased, reeling in one of the leather-bound booklets.

“Don’t get used to it,” Yasopp threw back, “‘cause it’ll never happen again.”

Ignoring their antics, Beckman leaned over to Shanks. “What do you think she’s got under that skirt?” he muttered.

“Clothes-wise?” Shanks chuckled, snatching up a menu. “I’d say very little. But I’ll be damned if she doesn’t have a nice ass.”

“Shame that Gab and Punch stayed behind with Monster,” Roux commented, too busy invading Yasopp’s personal space to read along. “They would’ve loved her.”

“Oh, they will,” Snake predicted. “Look at the Captain. We’re gonna come back again.”

Shanks shook his head in feigned offense. “Only if they have good liquor. Besides, Snake… Didn’t you say sex work was illegal on this island?”

“It is,” Snake confirmed, “but that doesn’t mean that it’s not happening.”

“Aha,” Yasopp grinned, “so these special services are really what I think they are, huh?”

Shank’s eyes wandered to the back of the menu, after all the drinks, where a list of special services was noted on a little card - one that he promptly snatched out of the brochure to keep.

“Well, if a nightcap costs over 10,000 Berry…” Hongo murmured.

Shanks studied the card, the writing so small that it was almost difficult to read.

Madam Rosie’s Specials: Dressrosa Roja - 2,500 Berry Round of Blackjack - 4,000 Berry Round of Pool - 6,000 Berry Nightcap, light - 10,000 Berry Nightcap, strong - 14,000 Berry City Guide - 20,000+ Berry* * to be negotiated with the Madam, prices vary

“Now if only we knew what all of this means,” Limejuice grumbled.

“We could just order whatever and see where it takes us,” Yasopp joked.

“Not us, these are solo deals,” Shanks said. “But if you behave, I might be willing to share.”

“So, the little lady caught your eye?” Beckman asked.

“If she plays nice.”

“I’m sure she does,” Yasopp declared, eyes pinned beyond the group.

“Does what?” the waitress’s voice came from behind Shanks as she slid past him, placing a tray with two bottles and seven glasses on the table. “I do a lot of things, so you’ll have to be more specific.”

“I think,” Shanks started, snaking his arm around her legs and squeezing her thigh, “that you’ve got an idea what all of these specials mean and that you’ll kindly explain – in detail.”

“Well, you wouldn’t be wrong,” she hummed, removing his hand from her thigh and turning to face him. Graciously, she bent over until her chest was at his eye level and he made no efforts at looking away. “But if you want me to stay,” she said, lifting his chin, “you’ll have to pay for a round of Blackjack. We’re very busy today and the Madam is very strict with her bookkeeping.”

Shanks glanced over at Beckman, only to see him already holding a stack of cash, a 5,000 Berry note up top.

And that’s why you’re my first mate.

“Then tell your Madam,” Shanks muttered, “that we want as many rounds as this money can buy.”

The waitress raised her hand to take the cash but before she could, Shanks slid it between her tits, never once breaking eye contact. He was rewarded by the delicious sight of her face turning a hot pink, blushing wildly.

“As you please,” she whispered, her voice seeming to fail her for a moment.

Then, she backed away, her steps a little faster as she beelined straight for the staff room behind the bar.

“So, does she play nice?” Lucky Roux asked, a wide grin on his face.

Shanks didn’t reply but his expression said it all, the way he smirked and followed the girl’s every move… He wasn’t the only one either. Every single person at their table couldn’t help but stare at her in the long run, whether that be subtly or very obviously. Mostly, it was the latter.

“Wanna bet on her devil fruit?” Hongo asked, nudging Limejuice with an elbow.

“Devil fruit?” Yasopp and Lucky Roux echoed.

“Thought you had good vision,” Limejuice teased. “Her mouth and tongue were golden just a minute ago.”

“And they turned pink when the Captain paid her,” Hongo added, placing a couple of Berry on the table. “I say it’s emotion-based.”

“Paint-Paint Fruit,” Yasopp declared, wagering a slightly larger sum.

“Paint in your mouth?” Lucky Roux scoffed. “Sounds disgusting. I say it’s the Rainbow Fruit or something.”

“And now for the winning pick,” Snake mumbled, eyeing Limejuice as he took it upon himself to pour the drinks.

“No, no,” Limejuice quickly stammered. “I’ve gotten fruits wrong before.”

“You’re usually right though.”

“Well, if you’re so sure, why don’t you join in?” Yasopp teased, gesturing to the pile of Berry in the middle.

“You’re not getting half my winnings,” Limejuice stated, just before Snake could start betting.

“C’mon, don’t be so stingy.”

“You won the last five bets,” Lucky Roux reminded him, who himself hadn’t been as lucky in these little gambling games.

“And then lost a simple drinking contest,” Hongo muttered with a smirk.

“You spiked my drink!” Limejuice complained.

While those five were still bickering, Shanks’s eyes were trained on the bar, or rather on the staff room door behind it. The pretty waitress was standing in the doorway, talking to someone inside – most likely Madam Rosie. She was backing away now and the door opened fully. Out stepped a large and muscular woman, her name nothing like her appearance. She commanded respect, the way she looked so graceful in her well-tailored, corseted dress, but also seemed perfectly capable of smashing an unruly customer’s skull within a second.

“Doesn’t she kinda remind you of Big Mom in her younger days?” Shanks muttered, glancing over at Beckman.

“If you put her in polka dots and a tricorn.”

“A pink wig?”

“Mhm.”

Madam Rosie was looking straight at Shanks and Beckman now, then inspected the rest of the officers. But that was less important than how the waitress looked at them, with her cheeks still visibly flushed even from a distance and an excited sparkle in her eyes.

The drinks were poured now but Shanks could hardly be bothered to pay attention to them. He made a quick toast with the crew, then turned back towards the bar, just in time to see Madam Rosie whispering something in the waitress’s ear. Her excitement seemed to have dimmed a little, but that wasn’t a problem. The Red Hair Pirates were always good company, they’d have her back in no time.

Finally, the waitress came back towards them, a purse and a rectangular pouch dangling from her waist - presumably for blackjack. But that wasn’t all there was to it and they all knew it.

She sauntered towards Shanks, ready to say something, but before she could, he had his arm wrapped around her and pulled her in. As if reading his mind, she stepped past him and let herself be pulled into his lap, giggling lightly as he squeezed her ass. She draped one of her arms over his shoulder, causing the bangles around her wrists to jingle. A light spark of surprise travelled through her eyes – one lighter than the other, both a pretty pink – as if she had noticed his lack of a left arm. But if she really had, she didn’t let it on, gently tracing her fingers across the sliver of skin revealed by his open collar.

“Now that I’ve got your attention,” Shanks mumbled in a suggestive tone, “might I have your name?”

“Business or private?” the waitress echoed, gaining her many whistles and comments.

“Does there have to be a difference?”

The waitress let out something between a sigh and a chuckle, directing her eyes around the room.

“Anyone who starts working here and takes to engaging in certain services is bound to get a new name,” she explained. “It’s how we recognize each other. Like a secret language or code. I’m sure there’s something similar in the world of pirates, right?”

Various “eh”’s and shrugs travelled around the table, the waitress clearly more interesting than thinking.

“If you count the Jolly Rogers,” Yasopp commented.

“We have our epithets,” Hongo recalled. “But we don’t pick them ourselves, the Marines pick them for us.”

“Well, I didn’t pick my professional name either,” the waitress hummed. She turned her attention fully towards Shanks again, carding her fingers through his salty hair. “I guess I don’t need to ask how you got yours… Red-Haired Shanks.”

“So your Madam told you about us,” Beckman guessed.

“Not a lot. But she does give us a heads up whenever certain special guests are involved.” The waitress shifted in her position, making sure to move across Shanks’s lap in just such a way that she knew he'd like. She turned towards the rest of the crew, tucking her head beneath Shanks’s chin. “Though I’m still a little shaky on the who’s who. I don’t get a lot of time to read the news.”

Thus started a little round of introductions, which soon turned into each of the crewmates trying to one-up each other, sharing the stories behind their epithets and their greatest feats…

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A lot of time went by though none of them noticed, its passage only measurable by the rum in the bottles getting fewer and fewer. All the while, Shanks was sitting pretty with the waitress in his arms, casually exploring the softness of her thighs or the curve of her waist. Being the captain, he had little to prove. That was until he heard a little static noise near his chest and the waitress stirred.

“Time’s up, gentlemen,” she quipped, running a hand along Shanks’s stubbled chin as she addressed the rest of the group. “It was lovely talking to all of you.”

But just as she tried to get up, Shanks’s grip around her tightened and she stumbled back down, surprised by how much strength he had in just one arm.

“We can buy more time, right?” he just commented.

Within the blink of an eye, a stack of Berry was gathered by contributions from everyone, and Beckman was dutifully counting the bills. The money passed from one hand to another, eventually offered to the waitress with a cool yet enticing look from Beckman. The gaze she threw back was suggestive yet content, maybe bordering on cocky. He would put her in her place later, he noted to himself. But for now, he let her brush her hand against his as she took the money and handed it to one of her colleagues passing by. It was a practiced gesture, fluid and discreet, if not for the fact that the waitress stuck her tongue out to the other girl, who made a face at her in return. Using this little distraction, Shanks grabbed the waitress by the chin and turned her back towards him.

“You still haven’t told us your name,” he reminded her.

“And we’re back where we started,” she replied, “safe for a few glasses of rum, give or take. More?”

“Always.”

The waitress gave a little wave to the bar, then turned back towards the table, only to notice…

“Hey, you haven’t been drinking at all. Have I been ruining your appetite?”

“Quite the opposite,” Shanks replied, “I’ve just been busy with more important things,” he declared, pulling her snugly against him for emphasis.

“Well, this is a bar,” she commented, picking up Shanks’s glass and lifting it to the height of his chest like a bit of bait. “What fun is it being here if you won’t drink? I’ll gladly be of assistance…”

“Only if you’ll finally tell me your name.”

“Private?”

“Private.”

The waitress hummed, a dark pink blush spreading across her cheeks. “It’s Miela,” she finally revealed, holding the glass to Shanks’s lips so he could drink. “But if you want a service, you’ll ask for Desirée.”

The night continued with stories and drinks, with snacks and laughter, and yet no one had mentioned the devil fruit bet again. It wasn’t important now anyways, with how Miela ended up dividing her attention amongst the crew, sliding right along with their tales and humor, gifting them the kindest smiles and the sweetest laughter. Time went on, until there was another buzz of static and Miela went rigid in Shanks’s arms.

“If you’ll excuse me,” she said slowly, her tone having gone cold. “We’re about to get a visit from the Marines.”

“Marines?” Lucky Roux echoed. “What do they want here?”

“Believe it or not, this is an open bar, so they can come and go as they please. Even if they’re just as unwelcome as the police.”

Around them, tables started clearing as groups of presumably pirates hurried for the back door and girls in girded-up skirts and bandanas removed themselves from chairs across the room, some retreating up a spiral staircase behind the bar, others faux-naively washing glasses or cleaning the surfaces…

“You have a separate police force?” Limejuice questioned. “Isn’t that a bit overboard?”

“It’s not when you’re trying to ban anything fun,” Miela shrugged. “Now, if you’ll let me go—”

“Why do you care about what they’ll say?” Shanks asked, a mischievous grin on his lips. “Just a second ago, you were lying on the table, letting us pour liquor into your mouth, and you didn’t care one bit.”

“Because back then it didn’t mean I could lose my job,” she replied a little shakily. “Please, you can’t be that cruel.” Another sound of static interrupted her and she held her hand to her ear, gazing over to the bar – where Madam Rosie was standing and staring at her. “And I have a responsibility to the other girls,” Miela added. “As a captain, you have to understand, right?”

Shanks let out a defeated little sigh, but he finally took his hand off her, letting her climb off his lap. As she did, she had one of her hands on his shoulder, and he could hear a quiet click coming from one of the bangles around her wrists.

“But once the Marines are gone, you’ll come back, alright?”

“As long as you can pay,” she hummed, giving him a wink.

That was when the door opened and a Marine Captain came in, tall and built like a brick, with a squad of his men in pursuit.

The momentary distraction was all that Miela needed, as the Madam’s eyes were pulled from her. Quickly, she put one hand on Shanks’s shoulder, the other on his cheek, and pulled him into a kiss, pressing her plush lips onto his. It was brief, and though Shanks tried to keep her there, she slipped out of his reach before he could react, straightening out her skirt as she hurried for the entrance.

The Red Hair Pirates watched as she made her way through the room, her demeanor calm and collected. As she brushed past one of her fellow waitresses, an exchange took place, barely even visible to the naked eye. The waitress passed a shot glass to Miela – barely even a shot glass, maybe half the size of one. Neither of them stopped or even slowed down. It was a practiced maneuver, one they must’ve played through a dozen times. As she walked on, Miela held the little glass behind her back, when something odd happened. One of her fingers, the one hovering directly above the shot glass, turned a glossy hot pink, a slimy liquid dropping down from its tip into the glass.

That was as far as the men’s eyes could follow her, then she disappeared into the crowd, only to reappear a moment later in front of the Marine Captain.

Peeking through the group of waitresses and soldiers and past the commanding presence of Madam Rosie, Yasopp made a discovery that made him furrow his brows, then laugh. Something that no one else seemed to catch.

Only a blink of an eye later, the group at the entrance dispersed, and the lower-rank soldiers were ushered to a now-empty table, led very generously by the waitresses. But Miela was nowhere among them. Instead, the Red Hair Pirates only caught a glimpse of her golden hair as she snuck up the stairs, the Marine Captain in tow.

“And there she goes,” Roux murmured sadly, reaching for the bowl of chips to cheer him up.

“I have a feeling she’ll be back,” Yasopp assured him, grinning wildly.

“What did you see?” Snake immediately asked, knowing that expression far too well.

“Our little baby isn’t playing it fair,” Yasopp quipped, leaning back in his chair and downing the rest of his glass, only to pour himself another. “And I’m feeling pretty good about my bet.”

“Alright, spit it out,” Hongo grumbled.

“Relax, Doc, alright? Once she gets back, we’ll have to ask her to work you over, damn.”

“Can’t say I’d be mad about that.”

“Alright, Chaser, what is it?” Beckman asked.

“Well, that other waitress gave her the shot glass, right?” Yasopp recalled. “And while she carried it, her finger turned into a pink liquid that she dripped into the glass.”

“Could still be the rainbow fruit,” Roux muttered, gaining him an annoyed little stare from Yasopp.

“Rainbows aren’t liquid. Anyway, she gave that little shot glass to the Marine, with only the pink stuff in it - and he drank it. And only a second later, he was sending his men away, and she could pull him with her like a little puppy.”

“What does that have to do with your bet?” Limejuice scoffed. “That doesn’t sound like paint.”

“It sounds like poison,” Shanks commented. “Or… something else.”

“Drugs?” Snake guessed.

“Well, you’re not supposed to drink paint, are you now?” Yasopp defended himself. “So, it’s basically poison. And– and poisons small doses are basically drugs, right, Doc?”

Hongo let out an exasperated sigh. “I suppose you’re right, yeah,” he lied. Then he picked up his glass and downed it in one go.

“Good idea,” Shanks groaned, refilling his own and Hongo’s right afterwards. “While she’s gone, I say we play a drinking game. I’m far too sober for this time of night.”

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They played games for quite a while, taking turns at staring longingly at the stairs and getting distracted, causing them to lose their game.

Finally, Snake let out a triumphant little noise as he spotted Miela tip-toeing down into the main room again, picking and pulling at her bodice and skirt. Her hair looked slightly disheveled, though that only made her all the more attractive. She passed by Madam Rosie’s door on her way down, peeking her head in for only a moment. Then, she glanced over at the table where the rest of the Marines were gathered, by now blackout drunk, each with a waitress at their side. The Red Hair Pirates had been wondering when one of the soldiers would recognize them, but they were clearly too busy to notice them, let alone to care.

Finally, Miela returned to the Red Hair Pirates’ table, being greeted with the warmest welcome. As if it was her long-since designated seat, she let herself fall into Shanks’s lap, basking in his attention and his touch.

“What did you give to him?” Hongo asked, cutting straight to the chase.

He had a sly smirk on his face, and by the way Miela was looking at him, his gaze was piercing right through her chest, straight into her soul.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she squeaked in feigned innocence, pouting at Hongo as she snuggled further into Shanks’s chest.

“The Marine, kitten,” Beckman said lowly, turning Miela’s face towards him. “Yasopp saw that you gave him a shot glass filled with a pink liquid and now our doctor wants to know what it was that you gave him. You won’t let him down, right?”

The longer he had spoken, the pinker Miela’s face had become, until she was blushing furiously. “O-oh, that, I—”

“Talk to him, not me.”

Obediently, Miela turned back towards Hongo. “It was nothing, really, just an extra strong nightcap.”

“Extra strong?” Snake echoed. “That’s not even on the menu.”

“I— Well— That’s because—”

“How come he gets it for free?” Shanks pouted, letting his hand wander up and down her stomach teasingly. “Weren’t we considered something like ‘special guests’ earlier?”

“Well—”

“Do it again.”

“What?”

“The liquid came from your finger, right?” Yasopp remarked, leaning on the table. “Do that again.”

“I can’t show you, it’s confidential,” Miela blurted out, though she didn’t really look panicked. In fact, it almost looked like she was enjoying this.

“But we wanna see,” Roux insisted.

“I can’t.”

“I thought you liked us.”

“I do, I really do, but—”

“They’re seastone,” Snake concluded, prompting Beckman to pick up one of the bangles around Miela’s wrist, pulling her hand up alongside it. “You can’t show us unless your Madam unlocks those for you, right?”

“Yeah,” Miela huffed, looking around the table with puppy eyes. “I wish I could show you… And there’s so much more I could do…”

“But ten thousand Berry…” Shanks sighed exaggeratedly, acting like he hadn’t paid at least double to get to hold her like this. “Can you imagine how much a round of that would cost?”

“We don’t sell them in rounds,” Miela whispered, only to squeal quietly as she felt Shanks’s fingers dip beneath her neckline.

All the while, the Red Hair Pirates watched with grins and smirks on their faces, not caring one bit about the inappropriate direction that these negotiations were headed in. And looking at Miela, she didn’t mind either, unconsciously – or consciously? – arching her back and pushing her chest into Shanks’s hand.

“Are you sure?” he asked, placing a hint of a kiss on her cheek.

“I think… we could make an exception.”

“That’s my girl.”

Miela pressed her lips together as Shanks latched on to her neck, sucking harshly, marking his prize as she tried her hardest to keep from losing her mind.

“So, what devil fruit is it?” Yasopp asked with a dirty grin, knowing that she was in no state to answer.

“Slime Slime Fruit,” Limejuice declared smugly. “Isn’t that right, princess?”

Miela just nodded, managing only a small noise of confirmation.

“And the walking devil fruit encyclopedia strikes again,” Snake chuckled. “Payout time, Beck.”

Beckman, having been tasked with guarding the betting money, dutifully split up the winnings between Limejuice and Snake, leaving Hongo, Yasopp and not-so-Lucky Roux pouting.

“Slime, huh?” Hongo muttered. “Is it an aphrodisiac?”

“Aphrodisiac?” Shanks cooed, finally, moving away from Miela’s neck and running his finger across the dark love bite he had left. “What is it, a Paramecia?”

Limejuice nodded. “Mhm, but it works like a Logia, making the user capable of fully transforming into slime. But it also has some passive effects on the user, even when they’re kept down by sea stone.”

He reached his hand out for Miela’s face but couldn’t get to her, sitting just a little too far away. But one silent exchange of words with Shanks and one moving of glasses later, Miela was pressed down with her chest against the table, looking up at Limejuice with needy eyes. He pinched her cheeks and she dutifully opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue for him. It was a hot pink, coated in a thin layer of slime that was nearly dripping onto the table.

The Red Hair Pirates marvelled at her like a rare animal, allowing Shanks to take his time admiring her ass and legs and running his hand along her spine. Hongo, meanwhile, took two of his fingers and placed them in her mouth, watching with an expression somewhere between studious and horny as she sucked on them.

“Is it just her saliva?” he asked, not once taking his eyes off her.

“No, it’s any bodily fluid, really,” Limejuice shrugged. “It’s just that some are stronger than others. Her saliva is the second strongest, and I can only imagine that her cum would be the best, but the encyclopedia wasn’t exactly detailed on that.”

“Wow, you really memorized that page, huh?” Yasopp teased him.

“Let’s just say I’ve dreamed about it.”

Hongo pulled his fingers out of Miela’s mouth and she released them with a wet pop, licking her lips and looking up at him in search of praise.

“That doesn’t look very pink,” he commented, holding his fingers up to the light and licking them clean. “Is that all you can do?”

Immediately, Miela’s pleading gaze increased tenfold and she wildly shook her head. A quiet yelp escaped her as Shanks pulled her back into a sitting position, holding her in place just beneath her bust.

“It’s the sea stone, right?” he hummed. “You can do better, I know you can, baby.”

Miela nodded frantically, her breathing shallow, her heart thumping in her chest. Limejuice, meanwhile, was smirking suggestively to himself, just waiting to get out his trump card. Finally, Beckman prompted him to spit it out.

“The Slime Slime Fruit feeds off pleasure, mainly the pleasure its user pulls out of others, but also their own. The aphrodisiac gets stronger as pleasure builds up and the slime’s color changes to match.”

Lucky Roux grinned. “Well, the way that Marine ran after you, you’re really enjoying yourself, aren’t you, sweetie?”

“Yeah,” Miela breathed. “Couldn’t have done it without you. All of you, that is,” she added, letting her eyes wander once around the group.

“Greedy, aren’t we?” Shanks teased, letting his finger dance along the top of her bodice, grazing her skin. “Sounds like one man just wasn’t enough for you, huh? Don’t look so surprised; it’s very clear what you two did,” he muttered, lightly pressing down on a hickey just below the hem of her bodice. “Just say it: Was he enough?”

“... No,” Miela whispered. “I want more. Need more.”

“That’s a good girl. Then what do you say we get out of here, give you a tour of our ship?”

Immediately, Miela went stiff again, though just a little, her words barely a hint of resistance as she said: “I don’t do out-calls.”

“Who said that?” Roux scoffed.

“Don’t want to or don’t get to?” Yasopp asked.

“I’m very important to the business,” Miela explained, trying to keep her voice steady as Shanks kneaded her breast and Beckman was trailing his large hand up her thigh beneath the table. “Madam Rosie would hate to see me go, so— Ah— She doesn’t let me go with pirates or seafarers.”

“Do you want to?” Hongo asked, eyes pinned on the way her flesh gave in beneath his captain’s touch, molding right into his hand.

“Yeah,” she whispered. “Yeah, I want to. Please take me with you.”

“Then I’ll talk to your Madam and see what I can do,” Shanks declared with a smile, pressing a sneaky kiss to her collarbone. “Don’t worry, I can be very convincing. – Hey, Beck, be a good first mate and take over for me, will you?”

“With pleasure, Captain,” Beckman hummed, picking Miela up with ease and moving her over to his lap.

As Shanks left for the door behind the bar, Beckman pulled her snug against him with her back against his chest and her legs spread over his thighs.

One of his hands made its way under her skirt, holding her thigh just inches away from her core as Roux held her other knee in place, just for good measure. Beckman’s other hand continued where Shanks had left off, diving into her cleavage, tugging ever so slightly at the strings holding her bodice together.

“Alright, kitten, you’re gonna listen and be good for me, alright?” he muttered, letting his eyes wander across his crewmen as if he was instructing them on how these things were done. Truth be told, he was the most experienced at the table. “We came to this place because the Captain hasn’t been himself lately. He lost his arm, I’m sure you’ve noticed by now. So we took him here to take his mind off things and it seems like it worked. Sounds to me like he’s really into you, so you’re gonna be good to him and work the stress out of him, alright?”

Miela nodded, unconsciously grinding against Beckman’s lap. But he held her in place only a second later, letting his finger graze over the fabric of her thong.

“No, no, not yet. The Captain comes first. He needs someone to help him relax, take the reins for him, just let him let go and forget about the world for a while. Can you do that?”

“Yes, yes,” Miela chanted, her voice nearly failing her. “Just get those shackles off of me and I’ll do all that and more, I promise.”

“As soon as we’re on the ship, don’t worry, baby. And if you’re good, you’re gonna get a reward. Will you be good?”

“Yes, I will, daddy.”

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Only a few minutes later, the Red Hair Pirates were on their way back to the ship, alcohol and excitement coursing through their veins. Miela was sitting happily in Roux’s arms, feeding him the rest of the snacks they had stolen from the table.

Her eyes went wide the moment she spotted the ship, taking in every single detail and listening to everything the men told her about the vessel, even if her mind was in a very different place.

Finally, she was taken under deck, into a small hallway lined with doors. Roux placed her down, letting his hand trace up from her ass to her shoulders as he did.

“Easy, Roux, go wait your turn,” Shanks teased, a bright grin on his face.

He offered his hand to Miela, more of a formality than anything since they both knew what was to come. Still, she took it, and let out a quiet yelp as he pulled her closer.

“Alright, baby, remember,” he whispered, “if you want out, you just have to say it. Got that?”

“Got it. But I don’t want out, I want in.”

Shanks huffed as the rest of the crew chuckled. Within only a second, Miela found herself pushed towards the end of the hallway, towards a door with a weathered, gilded sign.

She opened the door without even being asked to, knowing that Shanks was behind her and leading her on. Giving in fully to her new situation, she stepped into a cabin, simple yet somewhat elegant.

But she didn’t have a lot of time to admire it as she felt Shanks come up behind her, pulling her in by her breast. She hadn’t really noticed it while they were sitting down for the most part, but all of the pirates were so much bigger than she was. Her head rested against Shanks’s chest as she came undone under his touch and she could feel his arousal pressing against her back.

“Eager, are we?” she breathed, whining as he brushed a finger over her nipple, further straining the strings on her bodice. “And you haven’t even tasted me yet.”

“I think it’s time to change that,” Shanks growled.

He pulled his hand out from underneath her clothes, then spun her around and pushed her towards the bed. Eagerly, she followed his lead until her legs hit the edge of the bed and she fell backwards, letting out a yelp.

Before she could gather herself again, Shanks was hovering over her, propped up on one arm as he kissed his way up from her cleavage to her face, drawing the sweetest moans out of her.

That was when he paused, his eyes glancing over to where his left arm had to be, as if he had forgotten for a moment. Well, Miela was determined to make him forget. All of his worries, she would erase them.

Swiftly, she pulled her arms out from underneath his chest and threw them around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss. Within merely a second, her tongue slipped past his lips, softly meeting his. The kiss turned deeper, wilder, and Shanks groaned as he could feel a familiar heat build up throughout him. When Miela pulled away, he keened at getting her back.

Instead, she placed a hand over his lips, tracing his jawline with the other before tugging at her bangles.

“I promise, it’ll be worth it,” she whispered, but she really didn’t have to.

Quickly, Shanks let himself fall on the bed next to her, then crawled up further on the mattress, posing himself like a picture from an erotic magazine. He beckoned her over and she followed as if he had her on a leash, pulling her in by the collar. The thought alone had her whimpering, fantasizing to a point where she slipped out of reality. Though it was only for a blink of an eye, when she returned to the present, she was nearly sitting on top of Shanks and he had his finger hooked into one of her bangles.

“Is it this one?” he asked, his voice hoarse with arousal.

Miela nodded frantically, looking up at him frantically. Suddenly, a surge of red lightning cracked within Shanks’s hand and the bangle sprung apart, shattered into pieces. A shriek left Miela at the sight, distracting her just long enough for her to miss the way he did it on her other wrist. But what she clearly didn’t miss was the way the tension flooded out of her body, a moan spilling over her lips.

Immediately, Shanks pulled her into a ferocious kiss, his tongue picking up as much of the sweet aphrodisiac in her mouth as he could, clinging to her as if he were a starving predator and she his prey. He let out a little noise of desperation and his hand twitched along her spine, clearly conflicted on whether to keep holding her or to tear her clothes off. One hand just wasn’t enough.

That was when Miela remembered Beckman’s words. Why would she have him choose?

She pulled away from him, her torso turning fully into slime as she phased right through his arm. An expression of worry and betrayal made its way onto Shanks’s face but it wouldn’t last for long.

As he still struggled to get his words out, Miela’s body went back to normal and, with one precise pull, she opened the bow holding together her bodice, her breasts quickly spilling into the space she had given them. Swift, practiced movements took her bodice apart fully, revealing all of her chest to him.

Shanks practically surged forwards, no longer able to hold himself back. A characteristic blush started tinting all of his body and his aching cock tented his pants, the aphrodisiac clearly taking full effect. He pulled her in by the small of her back, placing sloppy kisses all over her breasts before taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking hard.

Miela whined, digging her fingers into his hair and holding him close, her cunt clutching around nothing beneath her skirt. But not yet, she thought, not yet. The Captain came first, she told herself.

So, she gathered all of her leftover focus, as hard as it was as droplets of slime were leaking from her nipples, brought on by her pleasure. But she forced herself to concentrate, tugging at Shanks’s hair to get his attention. He looked up at her, eyes almost black as his pupils were blown wide by desire.

“Lie down for me,” she breathed, and he listened without another word, his cock twitching in anticipation.

As he laid back, she crawled over him, her body always just an inch from his. Then, before he could react, four pink tendrils spawned from her back, latching on to his shoulders and legs and holding him down. He moaned at the sensation, feeling the slime soak through his clothes and wetting his skin, sending shivers down his spine.

“Relax, daddy,” Miela purred, undoing his shirt buttons ever so slowly. “Let your baby take care of you.”

Shanks writhed beneath her, though not enough to break free.

“You’ve already done so much for me,” she whispered. “Let me make it up to you.”

Her hands wandered up and down his stomach and he moaned, all sense of logic and worry escaping him.

“Please, baby, please,” he breathed, his words getting lost in little whimpers as she placed little kisses across his chest, travelling lower and lower, but turning right around before she got to where he needed her.

Finally, she moved back, looking unbearably pretty as she sat between his legs. Keeping her eyes locked with his, she pressed a hand against his clothed erection and he came, his entire body going rigid as he shuddered, pleasure washing over him.

Miela’s eyes were filled with adoration and desire as she watched him go limp, knowing that it would only last for a moment. Just a few seconds later, he was getting hard again, and she ran her fingers up and down his happy trail, finally hooking them into his waistband. She pulled his pants and his underwear down in one go, her mouth watering at the sight of his cock.

Looking up at him for permission, she licked a long stripe from the base up to the tip, then wrapped her lips around his dick, bathing in his deliciously sinful sounds. She gave him a few seconds to calm down, then she started bobbing up and down, taking more of him into her mouth each time. It didn’t take long for her to take him all the way to the base, his cock forming a bulge in her throat. How the hell she could do that Shanks didn’t know, but he frankly didn’t care either, the sight just far too hot to him as his hips kept bucking off the mattress – and the way it felt, all hot and slick… He could feel his orgasm building up quickly, his mind turning to mush as he felt himself slip in and out of reality.

“‘M close,” he gasped, his voice barely serving him anymore. “I’m close, baby, so close—”

The tendrils barely had to hold him down anymore; he didn’t even think about resisting. This was bliss, pure bliss, even if he couldn’t hold her. Miela hummed against his cock in approval, sending vibrations through his entire body. When she started gently massaging his balls, it was all over for him and he came again, white hot pleasure taking away his vision and almost knocking him out.

Miela was clearly very pleased with herself, making a show of swallowing and sticking out her tongue, even if he couldn’t see it. She pressed a kiss to the tip of his cock, then crawled upwards to lay beside him, her slimy tentacles gently massaging his chest and limbs. Slowly, Shanks’s eyes fluttered open, being met with Miela looking at him in adoration.

“How do you feel?” she asked, softly tracing his jaw.

Shanks’s heart was pounding in his chest, his answer mindless as he said: “More. Please, just one more, I wanna see you come for me baby.”

Miela let out an excited giggle and she gave him a quick kiss before sitting up again and stripping out taking off the rest of her clothes.

“I knew you had it in you,” she cooed, moving over to straddle him.

Shanks used what little strength he had left to push himself up and put his hand on her hip, breathing shallowly as one of her tentacles eagerly pumped his dick, Miela fingering herself at the same rhythm. Droplets of slick dripped down her thighs and onto his hips, making him shiver with anticipation.

As soon as he was hard, Miela licked her fingers clean and lowered herself onto his dick, whining at just how full she felt. Shanks fell back onto the mattress, the way her walls clenched around him taking him to the brink of overstimulation. He was sure that he could’ve come from the feeling of being inside her alone if he hadn’t been so spent from his two orgasms before.

But he wanted her, he needed her, and so he bucked his hips up into her, making her gasp. He reached out for her and she understood, leaning over him and steadying herself on either side of his chest as she started moving her hips against his at an increasingly fast pace. Quickly, he pulled her bandana off her head and ran his fingers through her hair, delighted to find a small pair of mouse ears underneath. This woman was full of surprises, he thought at the back of his brain, but yet another surprise made his mind go fully void.

One of Miela’s tentacles had made its way down to his ass, stretching him out gradually with every movement of his and Miela’s hips. He groaned in pleasure, tangling his fingers into her golden locks as he held her close. It didn’t take long for the tentacle to slip inside fully, mirroring the way his cock was pushing into Miela’s cunt. He was sure that he could feel the contour of his own dick against his stomach as Miela moved against him, and just the thought of him being just as full sent him spiralling, pushing him over the edge as he came harder than he had ever come before.

The tsunami of pleasure inside of him just didn’t want to stop, but he could faintly tell that Miela had reached her climax too, impaling herself on his dick like a creature in heat and pushing her head into his hand. Her cum dripping down his shaft and over his hips was the last thing he felt, completely exhausted and in utter bliss.

Meanwhile, Miela panted as she came down from her high, placing her head on his chest to rest for a moment. His heartbeat was fast for quite a while, then became slower as his breathing calmed down, his body falling into a sound sleep. A tiny part of her was just a little disappointed that their time together was over, but most of all she was proud, proud that she had made a man like him feel this good.

Carefully, she climbed off of him, whimpering quietly at the loss of his dick inside of her. After all of that, she felt so empty. She tiptoed around the room and cleaned Shanks up to the best of her conscience and ability. Then, she did the same to herself and put her clothes back on – admittedly a little haphazardly, not really caring how she looked in the dead of night. Finally, she opened the door and slipped out as quietly as possible, careful not to wake him, her scarlet lover, forever her captain in her heart.

But as soon as the door was closed, she almost shrieked when she saw a figure in the hallway, leaning against the wall right next to the door and smoking a cigarillo. He brought his hand down over her mouth before she could scream, soothingly running his fingers through her hair. There was an air of intimidation about him, the way he blended into the darkness with his dark clothes and his raven-black hair with the few gray streaks. But most of all, he looked proud.

“Beckman,” Miela gasped, looking up at him with large eyes.

“By the sound of it, you really made him feel good,” he hummed, blowing a cloud of smoke into the air. It was an expensive tobacco, not like the stuff that most patrons at the bar smoked. The kind where you could smell the pleasant addiction even without tasting it. “Is he asleep?”

Miela nodded, her muscles tensing up in the most delicious way.

“Good girl… But you didn’t forget about your reward through all that, did you?”

“No, of course not,” she whispered, that coil in her stomach already winding up again.

“Are you ready for me?”

“Anytime, daddy.”

“That’s what I thought.”

And just like that, she felt his hand between her shoulder blades, pushing her into the next door over.

The rest of the night became a frantic blur, with Miela passing from one arm to another, exiting one room just to enter the next… It was wild, it was frantic, and the exhaustion was tugging at her limbs, but she had never felt better, never felt so alive. Those words from Limejuice travelled through her mind at some point, about how her devil fruit was keeping itself fed through pleasure. With the way she felt that night, up until now, she must have been starving.

By the time that the sun came up, Miela was lying on one of the beds in the infirmary, panting with pleasure as she passed out from the exhaustion, her clothes long since discarded in some corner of the ship that she couldn’t care to remember. Hongo was hovering over her, dutifully tying his hair back as he grabbed a syringe from the side table. His work for the night was far from over.

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When Miela woke up the next morning – or what was presumably the next morning to her – her body felt like mush. At the same time, she had never been as well-rested and relaxed. A slight sway of her world told her that she was still on the Red Hair Pirates’ ship and her cheeks went pink as she remembered the events from the night.

She pushed herself up from her bed, a thin blanket falling off her torso. Half of her had expected herself to be naked, but she wasn’t – in fact, she was wearing a shirt that was most definitely not hers. It was large and made of cotton, smelling heavily of sea salt.

“Morning, princess,” she heard a familiar voice say from across the room.

A smile spread across her face as she blinked her eyes open and found Hongo watching her from his desk in what could only be the infirmary. He was holding a large cup of coffee, observing as she let her eyes wander around the room.

“I was wondering when you’d be waking up. You were enjoying yourself, clearly. Kept me up all night.”

“Sorry,” Miela muttered, her mouse ears drooping down ever so slightly.

“Eh,” Hongo shrugged, “at least I got something out of it. Do you want breakfast?”

“No, no, I don’t wanna be a bother, I—”

“You’d be more of a bother by saying no since Lucky Roux said I’d only get me my breakfast once you get yours. Lazy Roux more like it, he just doesn’t wanna walk here twice.”

“That’s… Alright then. Maybe just a little bit.”

“A little bit – you need a proper meal, not just something to nibble. With the amount of exercise you got last night, you can’t tell me you’re not hungry.”

“I— Well—”

“See? You’re getting a proper meal. Alright?”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“Good.”

As Hongo swiftly walked over to the exit and stuck his head out into the hallway, Miela looked around the room some more, finally getting caught on a window.

Suddenly, she paused. She rubbed her eyes and crawled forwards to get a better angle, not wanting to believe what she was seeing. Her weird headache wasn’t really making it easier. But when reality finally settled in, she shrieked, hopping off the bed and sprinting across the room to cling on to Hongo’s arm.

“Hey, hey,” he called, “you’re not supposed to get all riled up after surgery!”

“Surgery?!” Miela echoed, but she was promptly ignored, picked up by the waist and put back down on her bed.

“What’s wrong? What are you so upset about?”

“What’s wrong?! Hongo, there’s no land! We’re on the open sea!”

“So? That’s where pirates are supposed to be.”

“You kidnapped me!”

“Kidnapped? No, we gave you a free vacation.”

Steps came trampling down the hallway and, one by one, the other men that had swept Miela off of her feet last night came piling into the room.

“Ah, so she noticed!” Shanks concluded with a grin. “How are you doing, princess?”

“I— Panicked?! I’m not supposed to be here!”

“Now who said that?” Snake questioned.

“My Madam!”

Beckman, meanwhile, pushed his way past the other officers and sat down next to Miela on the bed, pulling her into his lap and soothingly rubbing her back.

“Well, we could just put you back,” Yasopp lied, picking at his sash in feigned disinterest, which would have been comical if Miela hadn’t been so worried.

“But you’d be missing out on a lot,” Roux added. “Living off of tips and a lousy salary, is that really how you wanna live?”

“No, but—”

“Well, what more do you want?” Limejuice smirked. “Chances are we could give it to you.”

Miela’s eyes sparkled at those words and her heart was beating heavily in her chest, a change in pace from the light yet frantic rhythm of her worry. Still, there was a persistent seed of doubt in her mind, something that everyone else just had to know. By the way they were looking at her, they must have had this planned out for a while. Had they perhaps been watching her from afar for days? Had they decided they would keep her from the moment Shanks had had her in his grasp for the first time?

“Besides,” Hongo muttered, taking a casual sip from his coffee, “now that you don’t have that tracker in you anymore, you’re free to go wherever you want.”

A sound somewhere between a gasp and a shriek jumped out of Miela’s throat and she reached up for her ear, only to feel the bumpy profile of sutures right behind it.

“How did you even know?” she breathed.

“The Captain could hear it while you were in his lap,” Beckman explained, calmly rubbing her arms. “The little noise of static from the earpiece that was connected to it. Fancy bit of technology but once it’s out, it’s out.”

“It wasn’t even that deep below the skin,” Hongo muttered. “Sloppy work if you ask me.”

“Well yeah,” Miela breathed, “anything else would be expensive.” She was still trying to process everything, her heart and body working hard to overrule her mind. With every second, the last bits of logic became quieter and quieter. “So, what are you saying?” she stammered. “You kidnapped me and did surgery on me so I would join your crew?”

“Not join our crew, no,” Shanks chuckled. “As far as I know, you can’t fight, and you don’t look like you’re fit for any hard labor that has to be done on a ship.”

“Oh.”

“But then again…” He mumbled, a wide grin spreading on his face. “We could probably keep you as a pet.”

Immediately, Miela went beet-red, her heart damn near jumping out of her chest with a gasp of surprise. She stared at the Captain as his officers cheered and whistled, Beckman just silently holding her close. That was when her last bit of resistance snapped.

“Do I get a collar?” she breathed.

The men broke out into laughter, Beckman rewarding her with a kiss to the temple, just inches away from her surgery wound.

“The prettiest one we can find,” Shanks promised.

What followed now was a little discussion between the men of what color would most suit her, if they should go for sturdy leather or something more decorative, if they should add a leash… Miela basked in their attention, until her mind returned with full force and a lightning strike of fear made her body go rigid.

“W-wait!” she blurted out.

“What, you don’t like ruffles?” Roux teased.

“No, it’s— That’s not what I meant, I give you full freedom to pick on that but— There are some people out there who won’t be very happy that I’m with you now.”

“Like who?” Shanks chuckled.

“Don’t tell me you fucked a Celestial Dragon,” Yasopp scoffed.

“Ew, no!” Miela gasped. “Just… high-ranking Marines, for example.”

“Ah,” Snake smirked. “Madam Rosie’s special guests, huh?”

“Well, I was in for the money on those but… Well…”

“Just say it, baby,” Beckman encouraged her. “They’re just Marines, nothing we can’t handle.”

“Vice Admiral Borsalino will most likely be coming after me.”

That was when the men broke out into laughter, Shanks getting out a simple “Oh, just him.”

“He can be reasoned with, don’t worry, kitty,” he declared. “Get settled in, we’ll keep an eye out for him.”

With those words, he gave her a friendly wink, then pushed his way out of the room.

“You got anyone higher?” Limejuice giggled.

“Well, he’s in line to become Admiral I hear, so… Actually, there’s— Um—”

“Yeah?”

“Well… monkeydgarp.”

Beckman nearly choked on his own spit, losing his composure for a moment before he broke out laughing.

“WHO?!” the rest of the crew demanded to know almost in unison.

“The Hero of the Marines, Monkey D. Garp,” Beckman muttered, shaking his head with a chuckle. “I can’t say I’m surprised. How many nightcaps did it take?”

“Fewer than for Borsalino,” Miela mumbled. “But it was only one time!” she then added more loudly. “I wanna be very clear that it was only one time. So, no, he will not be throwing cannonballs at you, and he will not be giving a damn about whether I left or not. Neither will I be giving a damn if he does get upset about me leaving – though he does have incredible stamina for a man of his age, it needs to be said— Ow!” she gasped as Beckman lightly smacked her over the head, making her chuckle.

Meanwhile, the other people in the room were going through various stages of grief, with Yasopp covering his face and moaning about he’d never be able to look at Garp the same way again and Limejuice regretting that he had ever asked.

One by one, they started slinking out of the room and Miela was left behind with Hongo and Beckman, the former sighing under his breath that he’d have to check her for mental illnesses.

“You can be glad you still have everyone wrapped around your finger from last night,” Beckman murmured. “But next time you pull something like that, I might have to think of a punishment for you,” he said, pulling her off his lap and setting her back down on the bed.

“I’ll be looking forward to it, daddy,” Miela replied in a sugary sweet tone, only for him to lightly smack her in the shoulder.

“Go to sleep for a few more hours. You’re clearly not in your right mind yet.”

He kissed her on the forehead, then left the infirmary to go back to work. This left Hongo as the only one still in the room with her. Hongo, who was currently pouring a generous amount of rum into his coffee.

“I’m starting to think that you’ll be stealing more than just my sleep. You’re also taking my sanity.”

“Well, as long as I can give you something in return,” Miela purred.

“Yeah, you better.”

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