Baccarat looked into the half-length mirror, removed her gold earrings, pinned her red hair atop her head, slipped out of her long dress, and entered the bathroom for a shower.
She lathered up and scrubbed from her neck downward. Her heavy breasts were nearly as large as her head—if not larger.
Fortunately, she was tall, and her skin was firm from regular exercise and sunbathing, so they did not look cumbersome. Still, washing them meant circling around several times.
"If only I had some tool to help hold them up. Sigh... pretty women really do have hard lives."
Baccarat let out a long, wistful sigh.
Before it was time for her appointment with Conrad, she had decided, in the spirit of not wasting anything, to drain all of Nico Robin's luck.
After all, what could be more unlucky than a Buster Call survivor—the Devil Child on the run—being handed over to the Marines?
As it turned out, there was something.
Dying on the spot.
After Baccarat had drained her luck and returned to her beach chair to sunbathe, Robin somehow bit through the ropes binding her.
Bending her head down to bite through the rope across her chest was practically an impossible feat. All that could be said was that thankfully, her chest had hills rather than plains.
With one bite, Robin severed the rope. Wearing Seastone handcuffs, she leapt into the sea without hesitation.
Baccarat was also a Devil Fruit user and could not enter the water to save her. To keep things secret, she had dismissed the crew that had sailed her ship after reaching the Sabaody Archipelago.
She could only hire a nearby salvage crew.
But just as she rushed toward the shore with them, a ship belonging to the Diamante Army—one of the Donquixote Family's four