Very

Well, I mean, at least she isn't naked.

Patty stands there shivering in shock. Her robes have been completely ripped off, leaving her in just her highly embarrassing underwear.

Captain Patrice Blackbern, the fearsome pirate queen and scourge of the seven seas (and one pretty big lake), has a few embarrassing secrets of her own.

For starters, she's not as snappy of a dresser as some might expect of a dashing ne'er do well. She's wearing big, bright pink granny panties with lots of lace, a matching girdle, and a bra that she obviously stuffs with silk scarves. Her skin is pasty white, no doubt a result of keeping so much of her body covered all of the time.

"O-oh gods!" Patty stammers as her cheeks go red. "I-I need to fix this!"

The terrifyingly tough sea-dog bends over, sticking her big butt into the air, as she struggles to recover her robes.

The seas have been very kind to this scallywag. Very, very kind. So much so that let's just say, well, she hasn't had to work for a living for some time really, and her body is starting to show it. Her ass certainly shows the fruits of her easy living. It's definitely bigger than the average woman's (again the likely result of spending so much time sitting on it and delegating her tasks to her subordinates).

"Ugh! W-why wont you come loose!" She whines as she tugs with all of her might on the stuck garment, ripping it further as she huffs and puffs. "Oooooh! Can this day get any worse?!"

"Um... are you... are you ok?" Comes a voice from behind Patty.

A chill runs down the pirate's spine as sweat beads on her forehead.