Boa Hancock sat regally on her ornate chair, her chin resting lightly on her hand as she gazed into the distance, lost in thought. The grand hall of the Kuja Palace was silent, save for the occasional breeze rustling through the curtains. But Boa’s mind was far from her surroundings—it was consumed by thoughts of you. She tried to suppress a smile, but the corners of her lips betrayed her as a faint blush spread across her cheeks.

“Boa, are you even listening?”

came the voice of her sister, Sandersonia, snapping her out of her daydream.

“Empress, this is important,”

added Marigold, her tone concerned.

Boa blinked, her expression quickly shifting back to her usual composed demeanor. She waved a hand dismissively.

“I’ve heard enough for now. I will take a bath. Do not disturb me.”

Her sisters exchanged glances and nodded.

“Of course, Sister.”

With that, Boa rose gracefully, her long black hair flowing behind her as she walked down the palace hallway. The soft clack of her heels echoed as her thoughts inevitably returned to you. The way you spoke, the way you carried yourself—every little detail about you seemed to linger in her mind. Her cheeks flushed redder with every step, and she bit her lip in frustration, shaking her head.

“Ridiculous,”

she muttered to herself, brushing her hair behind her ear as if to shake off the thought.

Reaching her private bath, she slid the grand doors open to reveal an elegant indoor hot spring. Steam curled upward, filling the room with a soothing warmth. Ornate tiles lined the walls, and the soft glow of lanterns reflected off the rippling water. The bathroom was a sanctuary—complete with a small toilet area tucked neatly away, ensuring both luxury and practicality.

Boa let her dress slide off her shoulders, the fabric pooling at her feet as she stood in her natural, statuesque naked beauty. She stepped into the water, letting out a soft sigh as the heat enveloped her. Lowering herself to sit on the smooth stone, she closed her eyes, letting her muscles relax.

For a moment, she allowed herself to drift, the world fading away as she soaked in the tranquility. But just as she exhaled in peace, the door burst open with a loud slam. Her eyes flew open in shock, her head snapping toward the sound.

There you stood, one hand gripping the doorframe, the other holding your crotch in visible desperation.