Nico Robin held a book as she watched the scene before her, a sly, dark smile curling at her lips.
Violet bit her lip. She was the easiest to read, looking as furious as a pufferfish.
As for the rest of the women—Baby5, Yamato, Shirahoshi, and the others—they merely found the atmosphere somewhat strange and did not pay much attention to it.
Well, even Doflamingo could do nothing about certain people's personalities.
Yamato was a true tomboy, someone Doflamingo simply could not appreciate. Baby5's personality was even harder to put one's mind at ease over. As for people like Shirahoshi and Sancho, the difference in size was simply too great.
Normally, these people were scattered across the world. Hancock was on Amazon Lily, Monet was in the Sabaody Archipelago, Nico Robin liked traveling about for archaeology, and only Shinobu and Violet often remained in Alabasta. Thus, Doflamingo could comfort them separately. Now that they had all gathered together, it inevitably gave him a headache.
A headache was a headache, but Doflamingo did not care too much. This was not the real world, so he did not need to worry about the women dismembering him.
Besides, the number of women Doflamingo had slept with could easily be multiplied several times over. Yet only these few truly had feelings involved. With the others, it had merely been a matter of mutual need.
As time passed, more and more people soon entered the Illusion Space: Dragon, Tiger, two Marines whose bodies had been censored, Joker in prison clothes, and Alonso, who had now gained a firm foothold in the New World.
These people formed the core of Doflamingo's alliance. They basically encompassed every faction—Pirates, Marines, Shichibukai, Revolutionary Army, and more.
Even Stussy, standing slightly behind Doflamingo, could represent the World Government's intelligence agencies.