In the pouring rain, Zoro and Sanji seek shelter, their bodies pressed close in the cramped space. Zoro's eyes linger on Sanji's wet shirt, clinging to his muscular chest. Sanji, noticing Zoro's gaze, smirks, "You like what you see, Zoro?" Zoro grunts, but can't hide his growing bulge. Sanji leans in, his breath hot on Zoro's ear, "I can feel your desire, Zoro. Let's make this storm even hotter."