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Another character that I've certainly gone back to quite often is Vivi Nefertari, my favourite girl from One Piece.

So of course I got myself another version of her, with this bedlah designed for me and refined by many artists, with hachimitsu-ink adding to the pile. The bedlah, the hypnotic vibes, the colors, all are beautiful to behold as clearly her dance will have many peeps going light-headed watching her performance.

If you like this, hachimitsu-ink does have a sale going on right now along with a Patreon account www.patreon.com/Hachimitsu

And if you like my own work, namely my stories, I do have one as well www.patreon.com/incredibleintr…

Now who is the latest, lucky victim of "Miss Wednesday"? Read on and find out!

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ASCENSION OF WEDNESDAY

Vivi knew she was being followed.

Ever since she had earned the title of Miss Wednesday, she had learned just how much of a cutthroat organization Baroque Works truly was. While it had never been nice, something she definitely was expecting, the competition was fierce as her role as a Frontier Agent was definitely coveted. Many were those who wished for the prestige, pay and rewards of such a spot, to pave their way onto the far grander Officer Agent position. For such ambitious people, she was but a stepping stone to a higher destiny. She couldn't let herself be just that, however, the fate of Alabasta laid on her shoulders and thus did she need to fight, using whatever methods she could conjure to stay on top.

She had to occasionally travel with Mr. 9 for resources, either funds or food, in order to make keep their main base afloat. It was a tough job, but someone had to do it and it did make it so that whenever she'd leave, she might get more information on how to disrupt and destroy this evil organization for good. Despite it all, it did leave her vulnerable as she wasn't always with her partner, which made it so some saw this as the perfect moment to strike. They were in a backwater village on a remote island, just a little removed from the entrance to the Grand Line, past the Red Line itself. Alleyways near shacks, where criminals would gather, the kind of people she ought to recruit...or that would plan for her demise. Such as that one guy armed with a pistol and a dagger, a would-be-assassin that she did recognize as a member of Baroque Works as well. He was out for blood, this much was certain as the training she had received from Igaram kicked in, making it so she'd turn his silent stalking against him.

Turning suddenly at corners, leading him on, going faster though in a subtle fashion, she would pave the way to his own defeat as she wondered if this person was either someone up for her role...or determined to destroy her due to her true identity: Vivi Nefertari, princess of Alabasta. Mr. 9, Ms. Allsunday and a small selection of people had discovered her actual name and connection to that country, making it so it was highly possible that Mr. 0 himself knew...and would dispose of her. During her ascension and her own time working undercover, she had grown considerably and thus as she went on to “unfortunately” go in a one-way and barricaded street, she then awaited for her current would-be assaillant to properly appear.

“Got you right where I want, girly, hehehe~” the man said, Vivi not knowing his name nor particularly caring about learning it. He licked his dagger after saying this little threat, trying to look even more intimidating and yet she would not easily be cowed into fear. Instead did she smirk at his announcement of his intentions, chuckling softly. She did need to keep in-character, as she was the merciless Miss Wednesday after all. “Somethin' funny, missy?”

“Oh, you are not the first to try this, my poor man,” she said, trying to sound more mature and dangerous than she truly was. Acting as this persona she had built from the ground up, Vivi then removed her large cloak in order to reveal her most potent weapon: her body. It wasn't the classiest way to fight, but it was effective as she wore that special bedlah she had made in secret. White and blue, gold lined in some places, all with swirls and spirals sewn upon it with glitter and sequin. With some glitter and oil subtly upon her body, mixed in with thick and potent perfume, she knew exactly how to deal with such trash as the effect she went for was seldom not witnessed on her target's face: surprise and arousal. She knew she was beautiful, that many men and even some women would turn lecherous over seeing some of her exposed skin...and she used that to her advantage. “I love an ambitious agent. Let me show you what kind of reward I keep for them~”

The charming hypnotic dance, Miwaku no Meemai dance, many names for what was essentially a very potent surprise attack that would mesmerize and render harmless her opponent. Far from easy to pull off, very unsubtle, but it had been thoroughly efficient against those who would underestimate her. The baladi training that she had gotten when younger came in handy as she could push her hips far, bump them and control her stomach muscles rather well. She wasn't the best dancer in the whole world, but she knew what she was doing and it was more than enough as the alley she had chosen had just the perfect lighting to enhance her performance, to highlight what she wanted to demonstrate. Arms up in the air, confident smirk on her face, standing tall and proud...her charisma and self-belief were just as important as her choreography for this to actually work.

“W-what is-” her stalker went on to say, certainly not expecting this. They rarely did, any wannabe predator never guessed that they'd be staring at her, that she'd tantalize them with a show and by the time they realized what she was doing, it'd be too late. Already she could sense he was getting dizzy, ogling her as she expected him to. Vivi felt both a small sense of shame yet a towering triumph whenever she employed this technique and saw it work, conflicting emotions only enhancing her own thrill as she took one step closer and then added some soft belly flutters to those hip sways.

“Hush now. Look at my sexy body. Admire my beauty. I insist~” she said, one of the first firm rule of hypnotizing someone being to take charge, to dominate the flow of the event. Already did this silence him, another weak-willed and easily-startled person who'd get distracted from their goal by something more enticing. The spirals on her belly glistened, illuminated and rendered even more efficient in what they were meant to do: captivate her target. They were drawn to be seen spinning, an illusion that centered around her navel as Alabastan baladi did employ many forms of undulations and rolls with the stomach, something that she was very proficient with. “You have earned a deep, deep stare. Relax and enjoy~”

She could see the slight blue and white developing in his eyes, the way he was dizzy yet slowly delighted. A faint smile, resistance receding at an even pace as she could see him sway weakly in response to her own hip motions. Like a puppet being slowly strung by her own skillful technique, she smirked as the excitation got to her a bit, losing herself into the charade that was Miss Wednesday as her hair swished behind her, the slight glitter within only heigthening the effect she had on this enfeebled attacker.

“Yes, lose yourself to this, get drunk on my allure. Gaze even deeper, let my curves fascinate you~” Vivi said, progressing further into her attack as she took one more step forward. The distance between them both was halved now as she could see his knees shaking, buckling under the weight of his own awe. She was dominating him, that much was clear, with Vivi aware that he would not be able to resist much...or perhaps even anything she might say to him. “Why don't you kneel? You'll get an even better view if you do~”

He obeyed, doing so slowly, hesitantly and yet in the end her suggestion was heard and accepted. She now towered over him as he ogled her, diminished and certainly not putting on display and sadistic tendencies or machismo. He was helpless, powerless, as she took one more step forward and then did the spirals and swirls pop up in his eyes alongside a big dumb grin. She had him on the rope now.

“Good boy~” she said, praising his own cooperation as this was all about feedback and positive responses. If he did obey, then she'd be happy...and so would he. This was but a first trance, however, nothing all that solid to work with and yet given how he had neatly surrendered and submitted, he'd certainly be hungering for more within moments. “How about you follow me. I could always use a new subordinate and someone to test my dancing skills on~”

She beckoned him with a single finger and he was charmed, following her back to her small ship as if she had him on an invisible leash. One more recruit not just for Baroque Works...but actually for her own quest. The secret of Whiskey Peak, her current base of operation, was that near everyone upon this island worked either secretly or openly for her. The latter was just Igaram, her own protector, but the former made for most of the supposed Baroque Works agents upon this sham town. She'd need all the help she could get as regularly did she perform for many of them, reinforcing their conditioning while hoping that she'd eventually meet people strong enough to help her vanquish Baroque Works for good. For now, such weak-willed people were better than nothing as she'd let him join and strengthen her ranks...

And educate him further on how best to obey her every whim.

Description
*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION, A SEQUEL TO *

Another character that I've certainly gone back to quite often is Vivi Nefertari, my favourite girl from One Piece.

So of course I got myself another version of her, with this bedlah designed for me and refined by many artists, with hachimitsu-ink adding to the pile. The bedlah, the hypnotic vibes, the colors, all are beautiful to behold as clearly her dance will have many peeps going light-headed watching her performance.

If you like this, hachimitsu-ink does have a sale going on right now along with a Patreon account www.patreon.com/Hachimitsu

And if you like my own work, namely my stories, I do have one as well www.patreon.com/incredibleintr…

Now who is the latest, lucky victim of "Miss Wednesday"? Read on and find out!

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

ASCENSION OF WEDNESDAY

Vivi knew she was being followed.

Ever since she had earned the title of Miss Wednesday, she had learned just how much of a cutthroat organization Baroque Works truly was. While it had never been nice, something she definitely was expecting, the competition was fierce as her role as a Frontier Agent was definitely coveted. Many were those who wished for the prestige, pay and rewards of such a spot, to pave their way onto the far grander Officer Agent position. For such ambitious people, she was but a stepping stone to a higher destiny. She couldn't let herself be just that, however, the fate of Alabasta laid on her shoulders and thus did she need to fight, using whatever methods she could conjure to stay on top.

She had to occasionally travel with Mr. 9 for resources, either funds or food, in order to make keep their main base afloat. It was a tough job, but someone had to do it and it did make it so that whenever she'd leave, she might get more information on how to disrupt and destroy this evil organization for good. Despite it all, it did leave her vulnerable as she wasn't always with her partner, which made it so some saw this as the perfect moment to strike. They were in a backwater village on a remote island, just a little removed from the entrance to the Grand Line, past the Red Line itself. Alleyways near shacks, where criminals would gather, the kind of people she ought to recruit...or that would plan for her demise. Such as that one guy armed with a pistol and a dagger, a would-be-assassin that she did recognize as a member of Baroque Works as well. He was out for blood, this much was certain as the training she had received from Igaram kicked in, making it so she'd turn his silent stalking against him.

Turning suddenly at corners, leading him on, going faster though in a subtle fashion, she would pave the way to his own defeat as she wondered if this person was either someone up for her role...or determined to destroy her due to her true identity: Vivi Nefertari, princess of Alabasta. Mr. 9, Ms. Allsunday and a small selection of people had discovered her actual name and connection to that country, making it so it was highly possible that Mr. 0 himself knew...and would dispose of her. During her ascension and her own time working undercover, she had grown considerably and thus as she went on to “unfortunately” go in a one-way and barricaded street, she then awaited for her current would-be assaillant to properly appear.

“Got you right where I want, girly, hehehe~” the man said, Vivi not knowing his name nor particularly caring about learning it. He licked his dagger after saying this little threat, trying to look even more intimidating and yet she would not easily be cowed into fear. Instead did she smirk at his announcement of his intentions, chuckling softly. She did need to keep in-character, as she was the merciless Miss Wednesday after all. “Somethin' funny, missy?”

“Oh, you are not the first to try this, my poor man,” she said, trying to sound more mature and dangerous than she truly was. Acting as this persona she had built from the ground up, Vivi then removed her large cloak in order to reveal her most potent weapon: her body. It wasn't the classiest way to fight, but it was effective as she wore that special bedlah she had made in secret. White and blue, gold lined in some places, all with swirls and spirals sewn upon it with glitter and sequin. With some glitter and oil subtly upon her body, mixed in with thick and potent perfume, she knew exactly how to deal with such trash as the effect she went for was seldom not witnessed on her target's face: surprise and arousal. She knew she was beautiful, that many men and even some women would turn lecherous over seeing some of her exposed skin...and she used that to her advantage. “I love an ambitious agent. Let me show you what kind of reward I keep for them~”

The charming hypnotic dance, Miwaku no Meemai dance, many names for what was essentially a very potent surprise attack that would mesmerize and render harmless her opponent. Far from easy to pull off, very unsubtle, but it had been thoroughly efficient against those who would underestimate her. The baladi training that she had gotten when younger came in handy as she could push her hips far, bump them and control her stomach muscles rather well. She wasn't the best dancer in the whole world, but she knew what she was doing and it was more than enough as the alley she had chosen had just the perfect lighting to enhance her performance, to highlight what she wanted to demonstrate. Arms up in the air, confident smirk on her face, standing tall and proud...her charisma and self-belief were just as important as her choreography for this to actually work.

“W-what is-” her stalker went on to say, certainly not expecting this. They rarely did, any wannabe predator never guessed that they'd be staring at her, that she'd tantalize them with a show and by the time they realized what she was doing, it'd be too late. Already she could sense he was getting dizzy, ogling her as she expected him to. Vivi felt both a small sense of shame yet a towering triumph whenever she employed this technique and saw it work, conflicting emotions only enhancing her own thrill as she took one step closer and then added some soft belly flutters to those hip sways.

“Hush now. Look at my sexy body. Admire my beauty. I insist~” she said, one of the first firm rule of hypnotizing someone being to take charge, to dominate the flow of the event. Already did this silence him, another weak-willed and easily-startled person who'd get distracted from their goal by something more enticing. The spirals on her belly glistened, illuminated and rendered even more efficient in what they were meant to do: captivate her target. They were drawn to be seen spinning, an illusion that centered around her navel as Alabastan baladi did employ many forms of undulations and rolls with the stomach, something that she was very proficient with. “You have earned a deep, deep stare. Relax and enjoy~”

She could see the slight blue and white developing in his eyes, the way he was dizzy yet slowly delighted. A faint smile, resistance receding at an even pace as she could see him sway weakly in response to her own hip motions. Like a puppet being slowly strung by her own skillful technique, she smirked as the excitation got to her a bit, losing herself into the charade that was Miss Wednesday as her hair swished behind her, the slight glitter within only heigthening the effect she had on this enfeebled attacker.

“Yes, lose yourself to this, get drunk on my allure. Gaze even deeper, let my curves fascinate you~” Vivi said, progressing further into her attack as she took one more step forward. The distance between them both was halved now as she could see his knees shaking, buckling under the weight of his own awe. She was dominating him, that much was clear, with Vivi aware that he would not be able to resist much...or perhaps even anything she might say to him. “Why don't you kneel? You'll get an even better view if you do~”

He obeyed, doing so slowly, hesitantly and yet in the end her suggestion was heard and accepted. She now towered over him as he ogled her, diminished and certainly not putting on display and sadistic tendencies or machismo. He was helpless, powerless, as she took one more step forward and then did the spirals and swirls pop up in his eyes alongside a big dumb grin. She had him on the rope now.

“Good boy~” she said, praising his own cooperation as this was all about feedback and positive responses. If he did obey, then she'd be happy...and so would he. This was but a first trance, however, nothing all that solid to work with and yet given how he had neatly surrendered and submitted, he'd certainly be hungering for more within moments. “How about you follow me. I could always use a new subordinate and someone to test my dancing skills on~”

She beckoned him with a single finger and he was charmed, following her back to her small ship as if she had him on an invisible leash. One more recruit not just for Baroque Works...but actually for her own quest. The secret of Whiskey Peak, her current base of operation, was that near everyone upon this island worked either secretly or openly for her. The latter was just Igaram, her own protector, but the former made for most of the supposed Baroque Works agents upon this sham town. She'd need all the help she could get as regularly did she perform for many of them, reinforcing their conditioning while hoping that she'd eventually meet people strong enough to help her vanquish Baroque Works for good. For now, such weak-willed people were better than nothing as she'd let him join and strengthen her ranks...

And educate him further on how best to obey her every whim.