You are on Thriller Bark, the island sized ship of your captain, the Warlord Gecko Moria. It’s an enormous gloomy place, full of zombies, hollows, a living skeleton, and those whose shadows Moria has stolen to animate his zombies. It operates as more of a hiding place for your captain’s zombies, to keep them out of the watchful eye of the navy as well as any other thieving pirates, but thanks to your somewhat twisted personality, you LOVE the aesthetics of the place, and really see it as your home.

Just this morning, some pesky upstart pirates known as the Strawhats snuck onto Thriller Bark after gets tossed and turned in the Florian Triangle. You had some good laughs at their expense by messing with their psyches with the depression hollows produced by your Devil Fruit, as well as tricking them into thinking you were an actual ghost. Thanks to your fruit powers, you can let your spirit project out of your body and fly around while being completely untouchable, all the while your true body remains safe and sound, sleeping in your bedroom.

After awhile of messing with them though, the Strawhats had ended up split across all of Thriller Bark, and though you kept track of most of them, a few managed to loose you. You sent your hollows and some of Moria’s zombies to go find them while you flew back to your bedroom to make sure none of the unaccounted for Strawhats had found your defenseless sleeping body. You weren’t too worried though, as your quarters were pretty hard to find unless you knew exactly where they were, so you’d need to be pretty smart to locate them on your own. As you floated to your bedroom balcony though, a shiver went straight up your ghostly spine as you heard the sound of an unfamiliar voice coming from your bed.

“Oh my, look at you calmly snoozing way after all that terrorizing you did to the boys.”

You rushed through your balcony window and saw one of the few girls of the Strawhat’s crew looking right at your body. She was a tall, gorgeous, dark haird woman, with curves that far surpassed your own. Her large tits bounced with every step she took towards your bed, and her shapely ass jiggled just as much.

The meaty woman, that was known as the ‘Devil Child’ Nico Robin, finally notices your startled floating spirit. “Ah, looks like that you’re not just a sleeping damsel. Does your Devil Fruit also let you project your spirit, as well as summon those strange hollows?”

You flinch. “S-shut it! Stay away from my body, you fat-titted harlot!”

Nico Robin scoffs, with mock offense. “Oh dear, how your words wound me! That’s no way to speak to someone who’s found your weakness.”