You chose to enter the door marked "Nami". The quirky red-head was quite beautiful, and you had always admired her unique personality. She was either wearing shoes or sandals, and pirating was hard work. Her feet could probably use some serious care. Nami also seemed very manipulative of those she didn't respect, and might even want you to worship her like a goddess. Of course, you knew that Sanji never got anywhere with his actions - then again, he didn't have a foot fetish.
You walked through the door, almost alittle embarassed, realizing that you weren't prepared with a good lie to get at her feet. Nami was not royalty, and probably wouldn't accept a foot massage request; perhaps you'd have to think on your feet. But you were soon on another pirate ship, the Going Merry! It was docked, so you hoped that everyone was gone, except Nami of course. You scouted around, and then entered the ship's interior. There were many doors, probably the rooms for each crew member. But which was Nami's? You were looking around, when something unexpected happened. You were struck very hard from behind, seemingly from a pole object. You were knocked out, and fell to the floor with a thud...
Much later, you wake up, tied to a chair. You tried to move, but the knots were well made. You noticed that you were in a nearly bare room, with only a bed in the corner. Sitting on that bed was your assailant - Nami herself. "Well well, look who's awake." She spoke in an angry tone. She probably thought you were some sick pervert (ha) or a robber. "Trying to take my treasure, is that right?" You shook your head, "No, no! Not at all! I would never..." She cut you off when she walked over and slapped you. "How dare you try to weasel your way out of punishment! Why else would you sneak around this ship?" You tried to speak, "I was...I was..." Nami yelled at you, "What were you doing!" You spat it out, " I like your feet!"
Smart thing to say. Nami laughed, "You what?" You like my feet? This is classic." You quickly explained yourself, speaking quietly, "I'm just a pervert, okay? I like your feet, and I like you, so I wanted to see if you wouldn't mind..." Nami stopped frowning. " So you thought it would be okay to just come over, and play with my feet? That's not how relationships work." However, FETISH made simulations, not reality. And Nami's character was a bit skewed becaused of it. She pulled your chair near the bed. Sitting down on the bed, she moved her foot up to your face. It was sandal clad, and smelled faintly of her delicious feet. "You like this huh? Maybe I can use you. You aren't a thief, just a misguided little pervert. Yeah, help me, and I'll help you. See, I'm pretty tired. Working all day is such a drag...I want you to...
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