Move fast!

"Wait!"

Nami yelled, dodging to the side just as the spear stabbed by. The blade however had managed to skim the edge of the bundled up fabric at her waist. and with its momentum ripped the front of her shirt open.

”Uoooh your tricks aren't going to work, Okama!" Despite his face flushing, Hannyabal spun his spear around, swinging down this time at Nami's head.

She dodged again, her breasts heaving with her swift movements.

Hannyabal let out a primal scream, charging once more as the last bit of reason fled his mind.

"H-hold on a second–Ah!!"

Nami stumbled backwards, and in his running momentum the large man tripped over onto her. He fell face first into the valley of her cleavage, Nami staring down in shock. It took a moment for both of them to process the situation, Hannyabal even taking the time to giver the udders engulfing his head a good squeeze.

"What... WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" Nami's voice thundered throughout the entire floor, followed by the reverberating impact of a solid punch.

It took a good bit of time before the pirate managed to shove the **** warden off of her smaller frame. She sighed in despair, looking down at her now naked chest. Blushing as she recalled this was all being broadcasted live, her hands quickly covered what she could, desperately looking around for something to cover herself in.

Her eyes fell down at the warden, and with seemingly no other choice began to strip him bare. But the vast difference in their builds just couldn't accommodate her style. In the end she settled on wearing his black jacket as a sort of dress.

"It'll have to do..." Nami twirled, looking at the nearby mirror. At least the belt allowed her figure to somewhat show.

She made for the exit, before then stopping once more. She turned around, taking the warden's hat as well for good measure.