Talk fast!

"Wait, wait, wait!" Nami cried, waving her hands out in front of her. "I'm not an Okama!"

The spear's tip stopped, only inches away from her face.

"Eh?" The warden ruffled his brows, trying to discern the truth in her words.

"I'm a woman. In every way." Nami reassured, forcing a smile. Hesitantly her hands moved to the weapon in front of her, gently lowering it away from her body. "You're the warden here, right? You seem like a reasonable man. Why don't we talk this through?"

Hannyabal frowned, still not entirely convinced. "Okama or not, how did you get out of your cell? You shouldn't be here. Especially here."

"Oh?" Nami looked down at her prisoner garb, its black and white accents definitely not suitable for the situation at hand. "This? This is a misunderstanding ahaha..."

The warden didn't budge.

"Listen..." the cat burglar scratched her cheek nervously. "A lot of things happened, and I had to borrow some clothes. I can't wander about naked, right?"

The thought alone shot steam out of Hannyabal's ears and nose.

"R... right..." he glanced away, then back at the girl again, then back to the wall. It was obvious he was fighting the image of her being naked in his head.

Nami didn't let that bit slide. "So anyway... If you could help me find some new clothes, I'd really appreciate it. Even help me change out of these old ones? They're too sticky to do by myself..."

The warden reeled at the thought, relishing at the chance of fulfilling that missed dream two years ago.

She had him.

"Are there some extra clothes I could borrow?"

"Yes, yes!" The warden hobbled away opening a closet to the side. From over his shoulder, Nami could make out several outfits that were obviously not meant for a man, especially one of his size to wear. A skimpy pink devil outfit, a nurse costume, and what looked like a chain bikini were just one of the many oddities that were hiding in the warden's odd collection.

However the large collection of unfitting cosplays served as a perfect distraction, and while Hannyabal eagerly debated on what to put on his new companion, the pirate made her move. With frightening skill and speed, she pulled a coil of rope from the wall and wrapped it around the warden's unsuspecting form. A moment later he was hog tied and gagged on the floor.

Clapping her hands in triumph, Nami then took her time to scour the room for some actual supplies.

In the end all she managed to find, in addition to the map and keys from earlier, was a guard's trident and guard's uniform. And while the uniform itself was from the warden's "sexy" collection, it was at least a better disguise than the ragged prison garb she had to this point.

From this point upon review, her best bets of escape were likely either the mysterious Level 6 or the exit back on Level 1. The off alternative being any of the other floors in-between.

With a nod of affirmation to herself, she was then ready to go.

For the sake of being thorough, she rolled the bound warden into his own private closet, locking it behind her as she pushed through back into the prison...