The stench between his fingers was abject, and he could feel the dirt accumulated between the navigator's toes as she guided Zoro's diminished body into her shoe. The once imposing swordsman was now at the mercy of the navigator's sadistic whims.
As Nami finished putting on her shoes, Zoro remained crushed beneath her foot. However, now Nami could roam around without worrying about anyone finding out what she was doing with Zoro. The ship's corridors became her playground as she took steps, each one sending tremors through the tiny swordsman trapped beneath her sole.
Amused by the absurdity of the situation, Nami couldn't help but let out laughter that echoed through the ship. "Who would have thought, Zoro? You've become my own little secret stowaway. Now, let's see how well you handle the navigator's path!"
With each step, Nami relished the feeling of power as she walked, knowing that beneath her foot, Zoro was subjected to the unpredictable journey of the ship. The once mighty swordsman, reduced to a miniature captive, struggled to find his bearings in the darkness of Nami's shoe.
As Nami continued her impromptu stroll, a wicked thought crossed her mind. "Maybe I'll let you out when you've truly learned your lesson. Until then, enjoy the exclusive tour of the Thousand Sunny, Zoro."
The ship's corridors, once familiar and comforting, became a labyrinth of shadows for Zoro. The navigator's laughter echoed through the confined space, and the ship carried on with its journey, unaware of the miniature drama unfolding within its confines.
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