[ Being on the spot like this, with no way to turn her head to avoid letting Mitsuru watch her face, should make her feel more cagey than she does. Instead, Nami meets Mitsuru's eye despite the flush coloring her cheeks, and the sudden way her body jolts in response to the first light smack of the crop's tip as it connects with her ass.
Nami's breath catches, blue eyes widening just at the very corners in a subtle show of delight and surprise, her head nodding in answer without really thinking about it, the heat between her thighs flares, leaving her certain she's already obviously wet beneath her panties. ]
Yes Mistress. [ She lifts her ass as she answers, as if to show her just how much, and turns away from the mirror, looking over her shoulder so she can watch Mitsuru directly, eyes glinting in excitement. Her friend might not be a Straw Hat, but Nami trusts her like one. ]
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Nami's breath catches, blue eyes widening just at the very corners in a subtle show of delight and surprise, her head nodding in answer without really thinking about it, the heat between her thighs flares, leaving her certain she's already obviously wet beneath her panties. ]
Yes Mistress. [ She lifts her ass as she answers, as if to show her just how much, and turns away from the mirror, looking over her shoulder so she can watch Mitsuru directly, eyes glinting in excitement. Her friend might not be a Straw Hat, but Nami trusts her like one. ]