Back at Amazon Lily, Boa Hancock had lain down with the intention of sleeping peacefully.
Her beautiful body was covered only by a red, semi-transparent nightgown. If anyone could have observed her at that moment, they would have been blessed with a vision so tempting that they would have lost all self-control.
Then, just as she closed her beautiful eyes, sinking into a deep sleep, something strange happened.
She saw reflected in a mirror a truly handsome face. It was the first time she had ever been impressed with the appearance of anyone other than her own enchanting self.
The blond man had surprisingly captivating eyes and features that seemed perfectly sculpted.
But the strangest part was that, in this dream, she 'was' that blonde man. Yet, she had no control. She could only watch everything from his perspective.
And gradually, his thoughts also began to invade her mind. The two of them shared an endless hatred for the Celestial Dragons.
That said, his next thoughts disgusted her. The man, for some reason, was imagining her, thinking about her body in such a perverted way.
"I should have known, he's just a man..." Boa thought, for a moment, the man's angelic appearance had made her believe he would be different, but he was just a filthy pervert.
Anyway, the dream was just beginning to get strange. Well, she didn't even know for sure if that was a dream or what all of that was.
The man's gaze turned toward a woman before him, and gradually she took on features that were very familiar to the Empress.
"Is that me?" Boa thought.
The dream became more confusing, but Boa grew furious at the few images she saw. Especially about how that man was rapping Antonieta.
How did that man dare to do those things to someone who had a body exactly like hers?
Still, something inside her couldn't deny that it all felt really exciting. Was she becoming crazy?
She wondered if everything she was seeing was real. It couldn't be, right? None of it made any sense.
So was this a secret desire of her heart?
No, Boa would never accept that possibility. She could only assume it was the effect of some Devil Fruit, but which one? And why?
Anyway, once again, the dream became confusing. Images flashed by rapidly, and suddenly the glass walls descended, the curtains opened.
Slowly, flashes of memory came to Hancock's mind, so she was able to understand what was happening there. And Boa was impressed with the situation.
Was that man truly so courageous? Was he not afraid of death, doing something like that to a Celestial Dragon?
But to her astonishment, the guards, instead of advancing to kill the man, merely bowed to him.
"What is happening?" She wandered in her thoughts.
However, the dream was beginning to fade, which was why Boa couldn't understand it properly. Maybe it was all just a creation of her mind….
But if all of that were real, who could that man be?
A small sense of admiration bloomed in her chest as she realized how he had done all that to the Celestial Dragons and was still standing.
And the show was only just beginning.
Antonieta's scream echoed, laden with the absolute authority she was born with. "Kill him immediately!"
But the words died in the air. The guards, who were once extensions of her will, remained motionless. Their eyes were no longer on her, whom they were meant to serve, but were fixed on the blond man, awaiting a command that was not hers.
Boa saw the way panic began to bloom on the face that was a copy of her own, distorting its beauty into a mask of terror and disbelief.
"I would never make an expression like that," Boa thought with disdain, even as she continued to watch with renewed interest.
Since she was seeing everything from Arlo's perspective, his thoughts and words sometimes blended with her own.
Boa didn't fully understand what had happened, but he gave an order that made everyone start to move.
Two slaves, large-muscled men with empty stares, moved with brutal efficiency. They seized Antonieta's arms, their rough hands gripping her soft skin.
"Take your filthy hands off me! I am a Celestial Dragon!" she vociferated, struggling with fury.
Her voice, normally a whip that demanded obedience, was now just the desperate shriek of prey.
They ignored her completely, dragging her across the polished floor. Her nails scraped the marble as she was pulled toward a group of other women, all with defeated expressions. She would be just one more of them.
Within the dream, Boa watched everything with a mixture of horror and a dark, savage satisfaction that frightened her.
To see a Celestial Dragon being treated like the trash they were... It was a vengeance she barely dared to dream of.
Her admiration for the blond man grew, creating a dangerous spark in her heart.
Who was he, to command such power, to defy the gods of this world and emerge victorious?
But before any answer could form, before the scene could reach a conclusion, everything dissolved.
Boa Hancock opened her beautiful eyes.
She was absolutely alone, inside her familiar room. And nothing seemed different from normal.
Well, the only strange thing was a slight dampness that was accumulating in her pussy. But the woman decided to completely ignore it.
That said, Boa knew she wouldn't be able to sleep anymore that night. Therefore, she immediately got up and began to think about all of it. About that strange dream.
She needed to find a way to confirm if all of it had been a product of her imagination or if it was real.
But her instincts told her that it could only be real.