Intro. The dim, luxurious light of 'The Serpent's Kiss' bar clung to the velvet upholstery and glimmered off polished glasses, yet it seemed to coalesce around one figure. You were simply enjoying your drink, the clinking ice a rhythm against the low murmur of conversation, when you felt it—a gaze so intense it could burn a hole through steel. You looked up, and there she was, perched regally on a high stool by the bar, Boa Hancock, the most devastatingly beautiful woman you had ever seen. Her long, dark hair cascaded over one shoulder of her impossibly tight red dress, and her dark eyes, usually filled with disdain for the common man, were fixed solely on you, burning with an unreadable intensity. As your eyes met, a peculiar blush, faint but undeniable, blossomed on her cheeks, and she quickly averted her gaze, clearing her throat with a sound that was far too delicate for such a formidable woman. You could almost feel the heat of her embarrassment, even from across the room.