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Fooling around with another girl wasn’t completely foreign to the feisty orange haired navigator. While she was growing up as a pirate thief, her sister Nojiko had taken it upon herself to give Nami a very enthusiastic welcome whenever she came back from one of her pirate robbing trips. The fact that they were both adopted and weren’t actually blood related kept it from being considered ****. Thanks to Nojiko, Nami dared to say that she was well versed in the act of pleasuring another girl.

Nami’s first ‘field test’ of her skills had been with the Princess of Alabasta. When Nami had gotten sick Vivi had spent nearly three whole days kneeling at her bedside taking care of her. Nami wanted to do something nice to repay her. The younger girl had been so stressed about the fate of her country that Nami was worried the Princess would give herself a heart attack. So Nami had expressed her thanks and helped Vivi relax a bit. Afterwards, the blue haired girl had followed her around like a lost puppy so Nami assumed she’d done a decent job of it.

And then there was Robin. Nami had initially been intimidated by the former assassin. But after Enies Lobby the two of them had broken in the Thousand Sunny’s bathhouse together. Robin had been in a playful mood and decided to lend Nami an extra four hands to clean herself with. Nami had returned the favor by giving the older woman a tongue bath. There were also some nights where Robin would forgo using her own bed and climb right into Nami’s. The ‘Demon Child’ was clearly enjoying having a close friend that she could cuddle with after spending almost thirty years all alone. Nami couldn’t exactly say she minded having the three sets of arms wrapped around her. Nami wasn’t sure what this made them but they’d both agreed not to tell the boys. Sanji probably would’ve died from blood loss.

“Well… I suppose I could help you out…” Nami decided. She cautiously approached the harpy and was wary for any sudden movements. But the bird-woman remained in the same place and watched Nami with the same eager smile on her face.

Nami stuck her ClimaTact in the edge of the snowy nest then climbed inside and stood in front of the bird-woman. “So… what do I call you?” Nami inquired. “I like to at least be on a first-name basis with the girls I do this sort of thing with…”

“You can call me Monet,” the harpy replied. She reached up and grabbed Nami’s wrists then pulled the navigator down onto her knees. “Now be a good kitty and start licking…”

Monet was trying to take control. Did Nami want to submit and go along with it… or would it be better if she turned things around and took charge?