Margaret didn't pause after walking out of the bar, heading straight towards the docked Sodoma nearby. Four years ago, as a young girl, she had been abducted and brought here. It was a strange twist of fate that she would one day find herself cooperating with these notorious pirates—something she never could have imagined.
"How's our island coming along?" 134, dressed in a small, sky-blue dress, knelt by a small, yellow wooden table, diligently pouring tea for her pink plush teddy bear. She was hosting a tea party for her toys.
Glancing at the bloated fat man gorging himself in the corner, Margaret walked up to 134. "The cleanup is mostly done. You'd better keep your people in line. They've already caused several cases of robbery and rape."
134 smiled as adorably as a six-year-old girl, but the menacing teeth revealed in her mouth instantly turned that cuteness into something terrifying.
