The fiery woman of Flarecorp sauntered over to the Bastard Bandits' hideout with the bravado of someone completely confident of her stature. Her chin was perpetually turned up, as if looking down at all the Bastard Bandits that dared to look at her.
Her orange, flaming armor accentuated the curves in her body. And despite the armor's purpose being for protection only, the woman's attire had some parts missing on a lot of strategic places that truly made her whole outfit become a lot more fashionized.
"Miss Blazelle…I didn't know you were going to be visiting our base so soon. No warning?" Wano asked, clearly angry at the intrusion but hiding his contempt.
"Why can't I?" Blazelle said, shrugging her shoulders. "This too shall be part of Flarecorp's empire in the future. I'm just here to ensure that this place is up to my cousin's standard. He is quite the stickler for these kinds of things, you know.
