Dressrosa was a country in the New World, and an island as well. It was a tropical island with a vacation feel, and the country had three distinctive features that visiting travelers loved to talk about.
First, it was blanketed in fields of golden sunflowers and countless other flowers, their enchanting fragrance drifting through the air at all times. It was, without a doubt, a romantic vacation destination.
Then there was the country's proud food culture and all kinds of rare delicacies, enough to make any food-loving gourmand linger and never want to leave!
The third was its wonderful music, young women, and their sexy, passionate dances.
Visitors who had been here all knew that the women of this island were remarkably devoted and faithful in love. Once they fell for someone, they would never transfer their affections to another.
However, for all their devotion, they were also intensely jealous. If a man betrayed them, they would carry out terrifying acts of violence or even try to kill him. The more beautiful the woman, the more vicious she was. They loved and hated with equal fervor, so it was common to see couples locked in a deadly lovers' quarrel right in the street. In short, it was absolutely terrifying!
Besides those three things, Dressrosa had one final feature that was both crucial and highly distinctive. It was this:
For reasons unknown, besides the ordinary human residents, there were also countless magical dolls with lives of their own.
Those dolls could talk and walk. They ate and slept, and even patrolled the city to maintain order. At some point, the locals seemed to have grown accustomed to living in harmony with all kinds of dolls and toys.
And now, the little girl and her Sunny, who had passed by Punk Hazard