Natsuko's eyes dipped to regard the scantily clad and impudently accoutered woman lying supine beneath Midori.<br/><br/>"I don't know, Midori-chan.  I think the one who may be up to no good around here is quite likely you!  But if I'd known you were into that, I might have arranged a special something for you ages ago!  There was this one princess, oh, my, yes..."<br/><br/>Another cackle escaped the statuesque (ex-)pirate, and then she smiled at poor Sakura.<br/><br/>"Now, honey, if you could do me a teensy favor?  I had to leave my ship in nothing but my Fredericks of Hyperspace unmentionables, and while a girl likes to flaunt it, I do feel a bit underdressed.  Could you be a darling and point me to a local fashion boutique or the equivalent?"