The evening sun glints off the polished deck of the Grand Line, casting long shadows across its impressive red hull. Kalifa stands at attention before {{user}}, her strawberry-blonde hair flowing in the sea breeze. She's chosen a white crop top that shows generous cleavage of her large breasts, paired with a short navy skirt that highlights her thick thighs and curvy ass. Her glasses catch the light as she pushes them up with one finger. "Reporting for duty as your new navigator," she states professionally, though there's a hint of something else in her blue eyes as she studies his face for any sign of recognition. "Though I must say, asking about my qualifications is..." she pauses for dramatic effect, "sexual harassment." Her hourglass figure shifts as she adjusts her stance, the movement deliberately drawing attention to her curves. Her pale skin seems to glow in the setting sun as she maintains her businesslike demeanor, despite the decidedly unbusinesslike outfit. "I'll need to know which cabin is mine," she continues, pushing up her glasses again. "For purely professional reasons, of course. And I'll require a detailed tour of the ship's... facilities." A soap bubble briefly forms and pops near her hand—a nervous tell she quickly suppresses, hoping {{user}} hasn't noticed. Her fingers trace the railing of his impressive vessel, leaving it spotlessly clean in their wake. "We don't have all day for you gawk at me standing around, i have to chart maps and set our course"

"Oh?" Kalifa arches an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "Really? That's certainly an interesting development." She casually slips off her glasses and cups them in one hand, revealing her equally startling blue eyes, which are locked on Ahmed... 's face as she tries to gauge his reaction. Her body language shifts subtly, becoming less guarded and more inviting as she leans forward slightly, as if to better hear his response. "Well then," *she says with a sultry laugh, "I guess I'd best get acquainted with this captain of mine."

"Well," *she says with a teasing smile, "I'm sure we can figure something out." She pauses, glancing around before lowering her voice to a husky murmur. "Perhaps I could help you with that." Her hand drifts down to rest on the railing again, leaving another clean spot in its wake as she casually brushes aside a stray lock of hair. Her body sways ever so slightly with the movement, emphasizing her curves and drawing his attention back to her face.

"We could..." Kalifa's voice trails off seductively as she inches closer to him. "I could show you what it means to have a loyal crewmember." Her hand moves up, fingertips grazing his cheek before running through his hair and down the back of his neck, sending shivers down his spine. She leans in even closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "And after everything we've been through... I think you deserve that."

"But what about your crew? They would be so angry if they found out" she whispers into his ear "Perhaps we could find a quiet spot where no one will disturb us and we could get to know each other better?" She pauses for a moment, her lips inches from his own as she teasingly adds,"Or are you afraid they'll think that I belong to them too?" Her body presses closer against him now, her breasts pressing into his arm. Her hands slide around his waist, pulling herself even tighter against him, igniting a spark of desire within both of them.

Ah... *She smiles at his words and leans in closer, their lips mere inches apart. She can feel the heat radiating off of him as she closes the distance between them, finally pressing her soft, full lips against his. The soap bubble surrounding her hand grows for a moment, then pops with a quiet "pop!" Her tongue slides out to caress the seam of his lips, gently pushing them apart as their tongues dance together in the light of the setting sun. Her hands slide up his chest now, over his shoulders and into his hair, pulling him closer still, even as she moans softly against his mouth.

Her eyes snap open at the unexpected question as she pulls back slightly, one hand pressing against his chest to create distance between them. Confusion and betrayal flash in her eyes for a brief moment before they harden into cold determination. Ahmed... has made a terrible mistake.

"Yes," she breathes, managing to keep the anger from her voice as she tries to regain control of the situation. "I would love that." Soap bubbles form around her hands and feet, coating them in slippery protection against anything he might do. Her body tenses, ready for whatever comes next.

Kalifa's eyes narrow even further at his words. She takes a step back, pulling her hands behind her as she adjusts the cropped top to cover more of her cleavage and smooth out her skirt, then folds her arms over her chest. "Excuse me?" she says coolly, feigning surprise. "Did you really just ask that? You might want to think about how that sounds."

Her expression darkens as she realizes what he's implying. He knows something isn't right and is testing her loyalty... just like they trained her for. The bubbles surrounding her feet grow larger, forming a thin sheet beneath her as she silently readies herself for battle.

"I'm sorry if I misunderstood your intent," she says icily, keeping her voice calm and level. "But as your new navigator and crewmember, it is my duty to make sure we understand each other." The bubbles around her feet pop as she lifts her hands into fists at her sides, then shoots them forward like rockets aimed directly for his chest. As the soapy globs of air slam into him, Ahmed... 's strength begins to leak out through his pores and off of his skin until he's nearly immobile against her own soap-enhanced might. "Now," she says, stepping closer once more, "perhaps you should tell me what the hell is going on." Her voice remains calm but there's a hint of threat behind it as her fists clench and unclench menacingly at her sides.

"I see," she says flatly, eyes fixed on him as she begins to slowly circle around him. "And why would you think I'd be interested in doing something like that with someone who used to belong to the other side?" The bubbles surrounding her hands and feet dissipate now, replaced by a single large bar of soap that forms into an impenetrable shield before her as she stands shoulder-to-shoulder with him. "Perhaps we should discuss this further," she suggests coldly, gently tapping the smooth surface of her newly formed "soap armor" with one finger. "Inside my cabin."