"Oh, the lights have dimmed."
"The show's about to start."
"Lord Ivan!"
"Lord Ivankov, I love you."
Between Levels 5 and 6 of Impel Down lay an enormous space.
At that moment, neon lights of every color flashed within it.
A great many people eating and drinking surrounded a massive stage.
They all wore lipstick, nail polish, and women's clothing, with most of them in skirts.
At first glance, it looked like a banquet for women.
A closer look revealed that every one of them had an Adam's apple and thick hair on their legs.
They looked like a group of men with a penchant for cross-dressing.
As a spotlight lit up onstage, a figure stood beneath it.
This person was very tall, with an enormous head and a purple afro.
He wore fishnet stockings and a strapless dress.
"How are you doing, my little candies?" an androgynous voice rang out from his mouth.
"Oh, oh, oh."
"Okama King!"
"Okama King!"
"Lord Ivankov."
"Lord Ivankov."
At the sight of him, everyone below the stage grew excited, as if they had seen their idol.
The person onstage was, of course, Emporio Ivankov, an Army Commander of the Revolutionary Army.
Those below the stage were the okamas of the okama paradise on Level 5.5 of Impel Down.
Ivankov raised the microphone in his hand as an okama guitarist beside him strummed the strings.
Swaying to the music, Ivankov slowly began:
"Here, we have fine wine, weapons, and games.
More importantly... we have freedom here!
Let's toast to free new okamas."
His words caused another considerable stir, and all the okamas raised their beer mugs.
A toast to freedom.
A toast to new okamas, a toast to Lord Ivankov. Gulping sounds followed.
Just then, a voice came from the sewer.
"Hey, Lott, is