Mr. 9 was the first to break the silence.
The man with the metal bat stared at Vivi in pure disbelief. The partner he had worked alongside for years was actually the missing princess of Alabasta… a spy.
"Miss Wednesday…?" His voice rose as he stood up so quickly his chair scraped against the floor. "What the hell is this? You've been lying to us the entire time?"
Before he could take another step, Robin rose gracefully from her seat.
She walked toward them slowly. As she passed Mr. 9, she casually placed her hand on top of his head. A faint pulse of foreign force spread through his body.
Mr. 9's body stiffened. The anger in his eyes faded instantly, replaced by a calm daze. His shoulders relaxed, and he slowly sank back into his chair without another word as if intoxicated.
'So easy.' Robin's lips curved. 'These lower-ranked agents break with barely any effort.'
She continued walking until she stood beside the sand-bound Vivi.
Even restrained, the princess glared up at her in open defiance.
"You people are monsters," Vivi spat, her voice shaking with anger. "Using the suffering of Alabasta for your own greed… Crocodile, Baroque Works, all of you will pay for what you've done to this country—"
Two delicate hands suddenly sprouted from the side and covered her mouth, silencing her mid-sentence. Vivi's eyes widened as she struggled, but the hands held firm.
'Feisty.' Robin looked down at her. 'That strong will might be troublesome later… or entertaining.'
"There's no need for unnecessary shouting," she said softly. Then she turned to address the rest of the table.
"As I was saying… the next phase of the plan no longer requires a direct assault on the palace."
She let the words settle, her blue eyes moving slowly across the agents.
'They're listening. Even him.' Her gaze briefly flicked toward Crocodile. 'Good. Let's see how far I can push this.'
"The royal palace is heavily fortified under normal circumstances. A frontal attack would cost us time, resources, and unnecessary losses, even a fallout with world government. However…". "If we can control the kingdom from the shadow and built our strength..."
Mr. 3 frowned slightly. "And how exactly do you plan to do that?"
"By using the princess as bait," Robin answered. "A message has already been prepared for the royal palace. It will state that we are pirates and she is in our hand and that we are willing to return her… in exchange for a very large sum of money. The meeting will be arranged in a deserted location far from the capital."
The king will have no choice but to respond.
Bon Clay raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "So the king sends his best men to retrieve his daughter… leaving the palace exposed?"
"Exactly," Robin said. "King Cobra will not risk his daughter's life. He will send his most loyal and strongest guards to secure her. Once those elite forces leave the palace, it will be left barely defended."
Robin then looked toward the other side of the table.
"Mr. 1. Mr. 3 and remaining numbered agents. The group that leaves the palace for the exchange must be delayed. Whether by diversion or direct engagement, you will ensure they do not return until day fall. Use the remaining agents as you see fit."
Daz Bones gave a short, silent nod. Mr. 3 tapped a finger against the table, already thinking through possible methods.
"The rest of you will support the operation according to your assigned roles," Robin continued. "I will accompany the infiltration team along with Mr. 0 and Mr. 2 and take control of the kingdom."
Crocodile remained silent throughout the briefing, his eyes watching her closely. He neither interrupted nor corrected her.
He's letting me take the lead for now, Robin thought. But that patience won't last forever.
They're starting to understand. Robin's expression remained calm. The balance has already shifted. They just haven't fully accepted it yet.
As the agents began to absorb their new orders, Robin's gaze drifted toward Miss Doublefinger. A soft smile curved her lips.
"Miss Doublefinger," she said lightly, "will you accompany me to my room after the meeting? There are… other matters I wish to discuss with you."
She was already intimidated from earlier. A little more pressure… and she'll become a very useful piece.
The slight emphasis on the last words left little doubt about the nature of those "matters."
Miss Doublefinger's breath caught for a moment. A faint flush rose to her cheeks as she gave a small nod.
"Y-Yes, Miss All Sunday…"
Robin's smile deepened as she turned her attention back to the room. The meeting was over, but the real work was only beginning.
***
The meeting ended and Robin left first.
By the time Miss Doublefinger reached Robin's private quarters, the door was already open. She stepped inside and immediately noticed the trail.
Robin's black dress lay discarded near the entrance. A few steps further, her bra had been dropped carelessly, the soft cups still holding the faint shape of her breasts.
Closer to the bathroom, her black panties rested on the floor, the thin fabric slightly damp in the center.
Doublefinger's steps slowed. Her eyes locked onto the discarded panties. Almost without thinking, she bent down and picked them up. The fabric felt warm against her fingers. She brought them closer to her face, then pressed the damp center against her nose and inhaled deeply.
The rich scent of Robin's pussy hit her like a drug making her mind numb.
A soft breath escaped her lips. Her thighs pressed together on their own. Still holding the panties to her face, she dragged her tongue slowly across the damp spot, tasting the faint trace of Robin's juice.
A low moan left her throat. Her body moved forward on its own, as if the taste and smell were pulling her straight toward the open bathroom door.
Steam drifted out to meet her.
And there, through the swirling heat, she saw Robin.
Robin sat naked in the large bath, water rising just high enough to kiss the underside of her heavy breasts. Soft, full tits floated in the water, nipples already stiff and dark.
Her legs rested loosely open, the warm water occasionally parting around the smooth, puffy lips of her pussy. Long black hair clung damply to one shoulder and the curve of her breast. One hand rested on the rim; the other was submerged, fingers slowly stroking the soft flesh of her inner thigh.
She looked completely relaxed… and shameless.
Looking at the goddess incarnate, Miss. Doublefinger's breath caught.
Robin's blue eyes lifted slowly and settled on her. A small smile curved her lips.
"Come inside and close the door."