Nami's costume leaves little to the imagination, and the old man can't help but stare at her generous cleavage and toned stomach. She notices his gaze, a wicked smile playing on her lips. She leans in, whispering, "You like what you see, don't you?" He nods, his eyes never leaving her body. She takes his hand, placing it on her thigh, guiding it up under her skirt. He feels her heat, her wetness, and she moans softly, pushing him further, until they're both consumed by their forbidden desire.