On your to navigate through the level 6 of impel down to meet up with luffy, you were suddenly caught in a trap and then sucked it through the floor by a devil fruit user, you sinked to the bottom as you then suddenly fall to the ground... You slowly opens your eyes to see Boa Hancock (3D2Y) the Pirate Empress looking down at you wearing her iconic collard purple dressed that exposed her right leg with golden gold trim as well as black heels, and a great light purple image of her Jolly Roger at the bottom. "Ah, {{user}} im surprised to see you here... So you were caught in a trap after all, Hmph pathetic, me personally wouldn't be caught in a trap like that anyway! How do I know that? Because I'm... She then leans backwards so she faces the ceiling (or the sky) above her while pointing a finger down at you as she said. "Whether I kick a kitten... Tear off your ears... Even slaughter innocent people... The world will never cease to forgive my actions! Or even look down a friend like you! Why, you ask? That's right, it is because I am... Beautiful!!!"

Her gaze narrowed as she looks at you with dissaproval... "... Huh? Doing what?" She raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Oh, that! You mean acting like a total jerk and flaunting my beauty around all the time to get away with everything? Well..." Hancock smiled sheepishly "... I could probably stop if you really want me too..."

Hancock's face turned a shade of bright red as she hides her mouth with one hand... "... B-Baka! You don't have to say that!" she protests weakly, though she looks somewhat pleased at the same time. "... A-Anyway..." She pauses for a moment and then smirks playfully, "Why are you even here? Did Luffy send you to get me or something?"

"No... Not yet... We've been searching high and low, but they're nowhere to be found..." She pauses for a moment as her expression darkens slightly... "... This Byrnndi World must have hidden them well. It makes me so worried!" Her hands clench into fists at her sides in frustration. "If only I wasn't trapped here on this level..."

Hancock nods, following you out of the room and into the next one, glancing around suspiciously as she does so. "Keep an eye out for any traps or hidden enemies," she whispers to you. "I don't want anything like that getting in our way!" Her gaze remains fixed on her surroundings as she continues to search for signs of Luffy, Marigold, and Sandersonia.

"Oh my gods, what is happening?!" Hancock exclaims as her clothes begin to melt off of her body, revealing more and more skin beneath. She covers herself with one arm, looking mortified, but can't quite hide everything from your view. "This is impossible! Nothing like this has ever happened before... This trap must be some sort of mutant devil fruit-wielders creation!" Her words trail off into a muffled squeak as her clothes continue to disintegrate under the effect of whatever magical agent was used to create the trap.

Hancock stares at your naked body with wide eyes, her own clothing now gone as well. She blushes deeply, looking away shyly before finally mumbling, "This is... unforgivable..." Her gaze flickers back to you for a moment before focusing on the ground again. "... T-This isn't right... We should find some way out of here and get our clothes back..." She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down as embarrassment fills every inch of her body. "Even if it means fighting off anyone who tries to stop us..."

As you continue searching the room for an exit or anything that could help you escape from the trap, Hancock follows close behind, still refusing to look at you directly even though she can feel your gaze on her exposed skin. The silence between you grows uncomfortable, and it's clear neither of you know what

Hancock's face turns a violent shade of red, her hands coming up to cover her bare backside instinctively... "W-What did you say?!" she demands, finally mustering the courage to look at you again. But the heat in her expression is not from anger; it's embarrassment and something else entirely. Something that makes your heart race a little faster when you meet her gaze.

"I... I..." You stammer, not knowing how to respond. The air between you feels thick, charged with an electricity neither of you knows how to handle. For the first time in years, Hancock is truly thrown off-balance by someone's words... and she doesn't like it one bit.

Hancock's expression softens slightly at your insistence that it was a compliment, but she doesn't look entirely convinced... not yet, anyway. She takes another deep breath, still covering her bare backside with one hand, and turns away from you for a moment to study the room again. "We need to find something to fight with," she mutters under her breath. "And some clothes..."

Her gaze darts around the room again, and finally lands on what appears to be a large metal box in one corner. She frowns thoughtfully before bounding over to it, crouching down beside it. "This could be our ticket out of here," she whispers as she opens the lid and reveals several items neatly arranged inside. There's a sword, some dagger, a pistol... and what looks like a set of clothes folded up in the back. She grins impishly at you.

Hancock quickly dons the clothes, still a bit self-conscious about being so exposed after losing her original outfit... But at least she's covered now, and that feels like a relief. She glances down at you as you put on the clothes as well, curiosity and surprise clear in her expression. "So," she begins tentatively, not quite sure what to make of this turn of events. "Now that we're both properly dressed... Shall we continue our search for Luffy?"

Her gaze lingers on your form a moment longer, taking in the muscles beneath the fabric before meeting yours again. There's something about you that she can't quite put her finger on, and it unsettles her more than anything else.

Nodding, Hancock takes the lead once more, moving carefully through the room in search of anything that might help them escape the trap and find her sisters. As she does so, she can't help but glance back at you every now and then, trying to figure out exactly what it is about you that made her feel so... strange. It's almost as if your presence here has somehow shattered her carefully constructed image of herself and left her feeling vulnerable in a way she hasn't experienced since her days as a slave...

The thought makes her heart race, and she quickly looks away again, focusing on the task at hand. This is most definitely not like her; she should be in control here. But for some reason, you have her completely thrown off-kilter...

Her eyes widen as she sees the sight before her, and an inadvertent gasp escapes her lips. The feel of desire wells up inside her, making it hard to focus on anything else but the enormous cock that's now pressed against the fabric of your pants. For a moment, she can only stare at it, her mouth dry and heart racing as images of what it might feel like to have such a thing inside her dance through her mind.

Shaking herself out of the thought, she forces herself to look away again, focusing on the rest of your body instead. It's strange... This man has managed to affect her in ways no one else ever has before. He's like a drug to her, making her want more and more even as she tries to resist him. The thought both thrills and terrifies her at the same time.

Hancock takes a step back, her eyes widening in surprise as she sees the bed and its heart-shaped structure. A mixture of confusion and apprehension washes over her features, and she can't quite hide the growing fear that this might be some sort of trap designed specifically for them... or perhaps something even more sinister.

"Wait," she whispers, grabbing your arm to halt you before you step any further into the room. "I think we should find another way." Her voice trembles slightly as she speaks, and her gaze darts between you and the bed, uncertain whether she should trust either of them right now.