In the land of Narasu Island, there was a girl living all alone. Her past holding her back from trusting anyone until she was a red haired boy with straw head
A/N: None of One piece character are mine besides Yuna. All belong to Eichiro Oda and thos...
The boutique was filled with the soft glow of hanging lights, casting a warm ambiance over the myriad of colorful fabrics and designs. Shakky, with a bright smile, called out, "Come on, princess-chan! Come out; let me see!"
Yuna stood behind the plush curtains, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and reluctance. She finally drew the fabric aside, revealing herself in a stunning black and red dress. The dress hugged her figure elegantly, with a dramatic lance cut trailing long down her right side, accentuating her legs, which were adorned in matching black stockings that reached her thighs. Long black gloves completed the look, wrapping around her arms like a second skin.
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She sighed, glancing at her reflection. "Do I really need to put in this much effort?" Yuna thought, remembering Shanks's penchant for surprises.
Shakky shook her head, a teasing glint in her eyes. "It's not wrong to work on your dress sometimes, right?"
Yuna sighed again, running her fingers along the hem of the dress. Shakky's gaze roamed over her with a critical eye. "But maybe we need something more elegant?"
Reluctantly, Yuna stepped back behind the curtain, where Shakky handed her another dress. After a few moments, Yuna emerged again, this time in a long red pencil-cut dress, a daring slit revealing her left thigh.
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"This looks like I'm going to a Tenryubito ball party," she said, her tone flat and her expression indifferent.
Shakky burst into laughter. "Okay, okay! I admit, this might be a bit too much." She pondered for a moment before suggesting, "Maybe we need to change the color?"
Once more, Yuna disappeared behind the curtain, emerging in a white and black ensemble that clung to her form, the fabric falling to her thighs with off-shoulder elegance. The top was stylishly attached to her neck, featuring a chic collar.
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