Make it hot

The man put his hands on Nami's waist, and at that moment she bucked backwards like a horse. Her foot found home as it **** itself between the man's legs. Like a wounded animal Nezumi yowled in pain, clutching his jewels as he fell to the ground.

Shouts of surprise and frustration came from all around as the marines quickly realized that things weren't going as planned. A step too slow, as in that moment the Cat Burglar, true to her name, had already picked her bonds and was now with the hostage of their sniveling leader.

"How... what... Damn you!!" Nezumi cursed, his hands shackled behind him with his own cuffs. The pirate wench's hands moved inhumanely fast.

"So, what's it going to be?" she taunted out to the wall of confused soldiers. Their guns wavered, uncertain of what to do as they waited for their captive leader's command. Nami smiled, seeing her little improvisation was working out well. "It's simple, right? Just drop your guns, let me go, and your rat-boss doesn't get hurt."

Said boss squirmed with a deep furrow of his brow. Who did this bitch think she was? She was just some lowly pirate, and yet... despite his frustration, this criminal was strong-arming him towards the exit.

If he didn't make make the command soon, she'd escape without a scratch. Again, he'd be left disgraced. The rat's mind raced, his beady eyes darting about the courtyard in a **** attempt to save whatever face he had left.