[ How earnest Weiss sounds about taking a turn painting her makes Nami laugh and nod slowly, letting the other woman's chin go after she steals a fleetingly quick kiss. ]

If you insist. I'll never say no to being spoiled.

[ Honestly, it's almost more exciting coming from Weiss, who's perfect princess exterior makes it all too easy for Nami to want to lavish her in attention. Getting to be on the other side of that – especially after enjoying the task of painting Weiss, is its own unique sort of thrill, another part of the already wonderful friendship they're building up between themselves.

She leans in, lingering long enough after the pat to the foot of the bed to shed what's left of her clothing down to her panties, climbing onto the bed as she tosses her bra over her shoulder before stretching out on the bed. Years of hauling rope and handling the rudders of ships in all kinds of challenging conditions have left her shoulders strong and almost as freckled as her face, her body the kind of amalgamation of strong and soft that comes on after a life spent working hard.

Propping herself up on her elbows, Nami glances over her tattooed, scarred shoulder to peer over at Weiss. ]

You'll take a picture after, right? I want to see what you make.