The fiery woman from Flarecorp sauntered into the Bastard Bandits' hideout with the bravado of someone who was completely confident in her power and status. Her chin stayed tilted upward, as if looking down on all the Bastard Bandits who dared to meet her gaze.
Her armor burned a vibrant orange, flame-like patterns accentuating the curves of her body. And even though any armor's purpose would be nothing more than protection, the woman's attire was missing some sections in a lot of strategic places that truly made her whole outfit seem a lot more fashionable.
"Miss Blazelle… I didn't know you would be visiting our base so soon. No warning?" Wano asked, clearly angry at the intrusion but hiding his contempt.
"Why shouldn't I?" Blazelle replied and shrugged her shoulders. "This, too, shall be part of Flarecorp's empire in the future. I'm just here to make sure that this place is up to my cousin's standard. He's… quite the stickler for these kinds of things, you know."
