A bath (and a change) fit for the pirate princess

The sea air had warmed with the fall of night, and the pirate camp now thrummed like a hedonistic temple. Laughter, low music, and the gentle lapping of waves on sand provided a decadent backdrop to Joana/Belinda’s next indulgence. She was led through the firelight by two of her crew - Soraya, the red-lipped seductress who’d summoned her, and Lei, a quiet, muscular beauty with almond eyes and slick black hair.

Their touch was reverent as they guided her to the bathing tent - larger, silk-lined, and softly glowing from within. Inside, a shallow marble basin steamed with scented water, petals drifting along the surface. Oil lamps burned in ornate holders, filling the space with notes of citrus and vanilla. A folded frilly nightdress - thin, sheer, and pale white with light gold accents - waited on a bench, lace frilled at the hem like something lifted from a noblewoman’s boudoir.

Joana/Belinda smirked. “Your captain doesn’t remember packing this.” Lei bowed slightly, unfastening Joana/Belinda’s sash. “We prepare what you deserve, Captain.” Soraya dipped her fingers in the water. “You’ll feel like silk when we’re done.”

Joana/Belinda stood still as they undressed her, piece by piece. Her compact, athletic body shimmered under the firelight, skin dewy from the humid air. Her chest, small and taut, rose with each breath, nipples already perked under their gaze.

She stepped into the bath, hissing softly as the heat wrapped around her limbs. The petals brushed against her thighs and belly, a dozen soft kisses. Soraya slipped behind her, pouring warm water over her hair, while Lei knelt before her and lathered perfumed soap between Joana/Belinda’s legs. Every touch was slow. Worshipful. Fingertips like silk, knuckles grazing sensitive skin, nails just sharp enough to tease.

Joana/Belinda leaned back against Soraya’s breasts, letting her head rest between the woman’s soft mounds. “God, I really did improve the hiring pool,” she sighed to herself, lifting one leg lazily to rest against the basin’s edge. “More than improve,” Soraya whispered into her ear, the true meaning of the words lost on her. “You became the legend every woman wanted to follow.”

Joana/Belinda chuckled, eyelids fluttering. Pleasure tingled up her spine - not just from their hands, but from her own design. She’d created this. Bent reality into something luscious and utterly hers. The bath was not just cleaning her. It was consecrating her.

By the time she was dried and powdered and dressed in the flimsy nightdress, her skin glowed. The fabric hugged her hips and fell in waves along her thighs. But it draped straight across her chest.

And for the first time since arriving here, Joana/Belinda frowned.

The absence wasn’t jarring - she’d lived with it. Hell, the firecracker between her legs more than made up for it. But in this moment, standing in front of a polished bronze mirror, surrounded by perfect women, she couldn’t help it. She missed the weight. The bounce. The curve.

She twisted sideways, hands cupping air where there used to be fullness. The memory of it was still in her muscle memory - the heft, the sway, the irresistible pull of attention.

Joana/Belinda waited for the attendants to leave her and then lifted the RAC pendant from around her neck. “Let’s finish sculpting,” she murmured.

She began whispering to the necklace, intent to have her change as quick as possible.

"Alteration. Edit Active Body. Enhancement. Generous, weighty, proportional to existing waist-to-hip ratio, natural teardrop, E-cup, high sensitivity, minimal sag, no changes to other features or stats, auto-adjust to emphasize cleavage with elegance"

She hesitated. Just for a second. But, the effect was immediate.

Joana/Belinda gasped as warmth surged across her chest - an inward tug, then a glorious outward swell. Her nipples tightened, straining against the thin fabric. Her breath hitched as the weight formed slowly, sensually, pulling on her spine just enough to feel deliciously real.

The nightdress slid low, cinching under her new breasts as they filled her palms - soft, full, irresistible. Her fingers trembled as she cupped them. They bounced with the perfect recoil. She jiggled one experimentally. Her nipples brushed the fabric, sending sparks down her belly. She pinched a nipple and tugged, sending that addictive trilling down her spine.

“Ohhh yes,” she whispered, half-laughing. “Welcome back, girls.” The tent flap rustled - Lei stood outside with a tray of fruit and honey. Joana/Belinda turned toward her. Lei froze. Her eyes immediately dropped to Joana/Belinda’s now-glorious cleavage, and she flushed, smiling shyly.

“Is everything… to your satisfaction, Captain?” Joana/Belinda stepped forward, hips rolling with the grace of a goddess, breasts gently swaying, framed by the frilly lace. She took a slice of melon from the tray and popped it between her lips.

“Almost,” she said, licking juice from her fingers. “But I think the night’s still young.”