Water 7, ABA Tavern.
"Have you heard? Tom's Workshop was attacked by the most evil criminal in history."
"Nonsense, I was there! At least twenty people died. Only Master Tom and his two apprentices were lucky enough to be sent to the hospital, otherwise…"
"It's terrifying that such a big shot would come to Water 7. Thankfully, his target wasn't us."
Wayne sat silently, drinking, genuinely struggling to suppress the smile on his lips. He had only killed six agents, yet the rumors kept growing.
Well, the one who committed the crime was Wade. What did it have to do with Wayne?
After finishing his last drink, Wayne was about to leave. Honestly, if Eina hadn't been knocked out by his Haoshoku and remained unconscious, he wouldn't have run out to get a drink.
Nighttime was prime time for art; it was such a shame. Sigh…
On his way back to the hotel, Wayne hummed a tune, strolling along. His gaze casually swept across the streets, and his steps immediately slowed.
Under a streetlamp stood four young women. Although their hairstyles were sharply defined, either square or pointed, a bit unconventional; their natural beauty shone through.
Wayne adjusted his collar, put on his signature smile, and walked over: "It's so late out, still not going home? Aren't you afraid of perverts?"
The girl with the box-shaped haircut, squatting at the front, looked up at the sound, scanning him indifferently at first. But when her gaze focused on Wayne's handsome face, her pupils slightly dilated.
She stood up, lowered her head, and spat a thick wad of phlegm to her left: "Hmph ~ ptooey!"
Wayne's smile instantly froze, and his mouth twitched.
The box-haired girl licked her lower lip, which was coated in dark purple lipstick: "Oh? There's a pervert?" She stood up, took a step closer, and suggestively traced her collarbone with her finger, "How do you know, mister?"
The other three sisters seemed to receive a signal and instantly surrounded Wayne, their four pairs of eyes scrutinizing him from head to toe, with mischievous smiles on their faces.
Holy crap!
Wayne's heart skipped a beat. He instinctively took a step back and chuckled dryly: "Ha… ahem, sorry, I've mistaken you for someone else. I'll leave right away."
"Mistaken us for someone else? It's okay…" The box-haired girl leaned forward, almost pressing against Wayne's chest, "Mister~ it's so late. Why don't you walk us home? We're so scared~"
"Yes, yes! Walk us home, sir!" The girl with the triangular cone hair reached out to grab Wayne's arm, but he flinched and dodged her.
"I really have to go. My mom is still waiting for me to come home for dinner!" At this moment, Wayne was already sweating profusely. He hadn't been this nervous or excited even on the day he attacked Mariejois.
"Oh, don't be shy! Isn't it better if we all go together?"
"Just walk with us a little! It's so unsafe for the four of us to be out here, don't you think?"
Wayne spotted an opening, violently pulled his arm free, and took off running!
"Farewell! See you if fate allows!"
"Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Don't run!"
"Chase him! Sisters! Don't let that prime meat get away!"
At her command, the four delinquents, like wild horses, chased after him in their high heels.
Hearing the hurried footsteps behind him, Wayne was terrified.
"Don't come near me, ahhh!"
Three minutes later, Wayne successfully shook off the delinquent quartet, feeling a wave of dread. If they had succeeded, his life would have been ruined!
By the way, could one of these delinquents be the mother of Franky's future square-headed subordinates?
Inside the luxury suite.
Soft light spilled onto the large bed covered with velvet sheets.
Eina stood there, wearing what looked more like a few strings than actual clothes.
Two thin strings crossed at the center of her abyss, with two pitifully small triangular pieces of fabric hanging on either side. Her lower body had another thin string, but with slightly more fabric.
"Excellent! Hold that pose!"
"Wait! Your butt! Arch your butt a little higher! Yes! It needs that tension, that readiness to spring! Good! Very good!"
"Come, change pose!"
"Kneel on the bed! Yes! Tilt your head back! Give me a seductive look!"
Eina knelt down, tilted her head back, and then gave what she thought was a seductive look, but her tongue unconsciously peeked out.
"Stop!!"
"Seduction! It's a temperament! An atmosphere! It's not about being overtly provocative! Put your tongue back in!"
Eina pouted and timidly retracted her tongue, readjusting herself.
"No! No!" Wayne rubbed his temples in agony, "That look in your eyes… it's too direct, too explicit!"
"You need restraint! You need to be coy, as if you're resisting but also inviting! This way, you just make yourself seem frivolous! Low-class! Lacking any artistic flair!"
After several attempts, Wayne helplessly put down the camera Den Den Mushi in his hand and declared a shooting break.
Eina's natural qualities were excellent, far superior to many of those "influencers" in his previous life, but her camera presence and posing ability were simply too poor; she was a complete amateur.
Wayne took a deep breath, picked up a few freshly developed art photos, and waved Eina over, "Come and take a look yourself."
Eina bit her lower lip and nervously shuffled over to Wayne.
Wayne pointed to one photo, in which Eina was wearing a black and white cow costume, trying to puff out her chest and arch her hips. Her pose was standard, at least.
"Look at this one! The pose framework is perfect! But her eyes are empty, lost, and filled with a sense of weariness of life!"
Then, Wayne flipped to another photo. Eina was wearing a nearly transparent lace nightgown, lying on her side on the bed, beckoning with her finger.
"Now look at this one!"
"Her eyes are too explicit, too unrestrained! Like an old employee from the pleasure district."
"What I want is seduction without being overt, that feeling that makes one's heart itch, yet remains elusive. Only then can it ignite the deep desires in a man's soul! But you…"
Before he finished speaking, Eina suddenly grabbed Wayne's wrist. In Wayne's stunned gaze, she pulled his hand and placed it directly on her artistic high ground, which was barely held in place by thin strings and triangular fabric pieces.
Eina looked up, her large, watery eyes misty, and her voice soft and sweet: "I really don't know how… Maybe you can personally help me find the right mood?"
Wayne sighed deeply: "Ah, it seems this is the only way. If it weren't for art, I… sigh…"
Eina couldn't help but giggle, then wrapped her arms around Wayne's neck, and they both tumbled onto the soft bed.
Eina pressed her entire body against him, her warm breath caressing his ear: "Mr. Wayne, I'll leave the 'finding the mood' part to you…"
"No problem, it's all… Wait, don't untie it, the strings are exactly what we need!"