"You're a pimp!?" Upon hearing Fille say that, Annie's eyebrows almost twisted into a knot.
The men in the pirate crew were basically rough fellows; having drifted at sea for extended periods, they would seek out women wherever they could once ashore. Many under Annie's command had thus contracted venereal diseases.
Every time she saw crew members wandering about on her "Deerhawk Beast" ship, their skin covered in syphilitic sores, infectious diseases festering, Annie felt a wave of nausea. On several occasions, she harbored the lethal thought of tossing them all into the sea to feed the shrimps.
She naturally couldn't possibly harbor even the slightest fondness for the fireworks women and pimps.
"The best pimp on the continent. My shop was even on the cover of B.B. Girl Magazine! But then we were busted, so I could only run it secretly…" Fille declared with pride, puffing out her chest, not at all ashamed.
