The show begins

Still shaking, Nami's hands moved to the waist of her jeans. She closed her own eyes, not wanting to see the eyes around her as they watched her slowly unfasten her belt, her finger reach for the clip above her zipper and...

"Wait."

Nami looked up at the sound of the Roswald's command. His gun remained fixed on her.

"You," the old royal looked to one of the spectators in the crowd, a frail man with a beaked mouth.

"Strip her."

At first stumbling in shock, the beaked man then eagerly bumbled his way over to Nami. His hands went to the hem of her jeans, his bony fingers digging their way between her soft waist.

Nami looked down at the man, her eyes begging for any sort of mercy.

But the man simply replied with a cheeky smile, and with a firm tug he pulled downwards. The crowd cheered as the pirate's striped panties were finally exposed.

Tears welled in Nami's eyes, unable to scream or kick at the perverts around her lest things got worse.

How much worse could it get though?

The grim thought was answered as she suddenly felt thin fingers dig into her crotch.

"Yah!" Nami yelped in surprise as the perverted volunteer suddenly started to dig under her last piece of defense. Instinctively she lashed out, her fist connecting squarely with his jaw and sending him reeling to the ground.

"Isn't this enough?" she demanded, looking Roswald in the eyes.

The noble didn't appreciate the fire that had returned in her gaze. He walked up to the girl, and without warning slapped her across the jaw.

Nami momentarily saw stars as she reeled backwards, surprised by the old man's strength.

"That is not how you address your masters." the noble scolded, one of his servants wiping the blood off his glove. "Would you like to try that again?"

The navigator bit her bleeding lip, eyes now on the ground as she **** the next words out of her mouth.

"Please, master. Have mercy."