[* 3rd Person POV *]
"Good enough for a first ride. Take her to my private booth. I'll decide what else to do with this thick sub human trash later"
The command left Charlos's mouth like a royal decree.
The moment the words registered, the servants and attendants surrounding the stage moved as one.
It was like their bodies moved on their own without any actual thinking as this was the only way they had learnt to survive while serving under the manchild.
To maintain real human thinking while someone as powerful and as dumb as Saint Charlos gave orders was pretty much equal to inviting death itself.
They did not speak to Robin. They did not look at her face. They treated her exactly like the object she had been sold as grabbing her wrists, ankles, and the remaining edges of the fish scale suit with rough, impersonal hands.
Two large men hooked their arms under her shoulders while another pair seized her thick thighs.
A fifth servant grabbed a fistful of her long black hair to keep her head from lolling.
They began hauling her across the wet stage floor toward the private booths like a piece of furniture that had somehow grown inconveniently large and soft.
Robin's body was still heavy from residual water and exhaustion. Her massive breasts swung and slapped together with every jolt.
The tight suit, already stretched to its absolute limit and half torn from the earlier crawling, clung stubbornly to her curves.
As the servants tried to lift and drag her at the same time, one of them planted a heavy boot squarely on the trailing edge of the scaled material near her left ankle.
The result was pure, absurd catastrophe.
The suit caught.
The fabric, already under enormous tension from Robin's thick thighs and enormous ass, stretched for one stretched, cartoonish second then ripped with a sound like a sail tearing in a hurricane.
The tear started at the crotch and raced downwards in both directions at once.
The shiny scales peeled away from her body in a single, continuous sheet, peeling off her like the skin of a fruit.
In the span of two heartbeats Robin was left completely, utterly naked in the middle of the auction house floor.
The momentum of the servant's pull combined with the sudden loss of the restrictive suit sent her tumbling forward in the most humiliating position imaginable.
She landed face down, ass high in the air, knees spread wide, both arms stretched out in front of her as if in a desperate bow.
Her massive breasts flattened against the polished wood with an audible splat, spreading outward under her weight.
Her face was turned to the side, cheek pressed to the floor, long black hair fanned out around her head like a dark halo.
The position left every intimate detail of her body on full, unobstructed display for the entire packed hall the soft underside of her hanging tits, the wide flare of her hips, the deep cleft of her heart shaped ass, and the glistening, used state of her pussy and asshole.
For a single frozen moment the auction house was silent.
Then the recognition hit.
"That's… that's Nico Robin!"
Someone shouted from the middle rows.
"The Straw Hat Demon! The Devil Child!"
"Eighty million Beli and she's crawling around naked like a street whore?!"
The crowd exploded into a storm of laughter, gasps, and vicious commentary.
"Look at the size of those tits! No wonder the bounty is so low~ she's been using them as a pillow instead of fighting!"
"I always knew that 'archaeologist' act was fake. Look at that gaped out body she's been a slave the whole time!"
"Straw Hat's historian is just a fat assed cumdump! Her bounty should be measured in how many cocks she can take, not Beli!"
"Eighty million? For this? I've seen street whores with more dignity!"
"She's not even fighting back. The 'Devil Child' is just a broken toy for a World Noble!"
Robin remained locked in the embarrassing pose, her body trembling.
Inside her mind the same euphoric current still flowed, now mixed with a fresh, sharp spike of humiliation at being recognized.
'They know who I am… every one of them is looking at Nico Robin of the Straw Hats completely naked, ass up, tits flattened on the floor'
She thought deliciously with her pussy getting wetter every second...
'They're laughing at my bounty, calling me a fake, a whore… and my body is dripping for them again. This is even better than the suit'
Saint Charlos's face had gone from lazy contempt to pure, purple faced, bubble helmet fogging rage.
His long nose twitched violently. Veins stood out on his pale forehead.
His soft hands clenched and unclenched as though he were already strangling the air. He pointed a shaking finger first at Disco, then at the naked woman on the floor, then back at Disco, then at the ceiling as if the very heavens had offended him.
"You… you DARED sell a World Noble a fake?!"
His voice cracked into a high, furious screech that made several nearby buyers flinch.
"A known pirate bitch in a costume?! This is fraud! This is an insult to the gods themselves! I, A Celestial Dragon, a descendant of the creators of this world... Paid five hundred million Beli for a mermaid and received a used, gaped, Straw Hat slut instead! You will all pay for this scam! The auction house will burn! The servants will be executed! And this… this thing on the floor will learn what happens when inferior blood tries to deceive the gods!"
He spun toward Robin, eyes wild with the kind of entitled, trembling fury only a Celestial Dragon could muster.
The servants scrambled backward so quickly that two of them slipped on the wet floor.
The crowd parted instinctively, creating a perfect open path. Charlos raised one soft, pale hand high above his head, the motion slow and theatrical, preparing to bring it down across her exposed face and body in a full force strike.
His arm swung forward...
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