Yoruichi tossed the bills onto the sheets and shoved Nami down. Orange hair spilled across the pillow, tongue out, face already flushed.

“Navigator, huh?” Yoruichi said, voice flat.

She pushed two fingers in hard and watched Nami jerk.

“Tonight you’re just a hole I paid for. Act like it.”

Nami moaned, hips lifting. Yoruichi laughed once, low.

“Look at you. Money on the bed, legs open, drooling. Didn’t take much, did it?” She worked her fingers deeper, thumb circling.

“Keep that mouth open. You’re not here to talk. You’re here because I pay you.”

Nami’s hands clenched the sheets. Bills crumpled under her.

Yoruichi stayed on top, purple hair falling forward, pace steady and rough.

“Good little whore,” she muttered.

“Stay like that until I’m done. That’s what the cash was for.”

The lamp stayed on. Nami stayed under her, bought and used, while Yoruichi took every minute she had paid for.

request from @natlie