[ the look Law gives him carries the same weight as the look a kid would give their dad for embarrassing him in front of all the cool kids. except in this instance it's the rich uncle, and the cool kids are cute ladies.
the array of hands held out are all different, varying signs; Law's is scissors, Dohalim's is rock, and the women, of course, choose paper. unsurprisingly, as they both take off one dainty sock they lift their hakama up scandalously high - a sight which Law feasts on, unapologetically, sake spilling from his slowly tipping cup onto his lap - with their gazes fixed on the Renan lord expectantly.
Law's so taken with the sight in front of him that he doesn't seem to realize that Dohalim might also need some help undressing. ]
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the array of hands held out are all different, varying signs; Law's is scissors, Dohalim's is rock, and the women, of course, choose paper. unsurprisingly, as they both take off one dainty sock they lift their hakama up scandalously high - a sight which Law feasts on, unapologetically, sake spilling from his slowly tipping cup onto his lap - with their gazes fixed on the Renan lord expectantly.
Law's so taken with the sight in front of him that he doesn't seem to realize that Dohalim might also need some help undressing. ]