The bikini straps - carefully and lovingly dyed to match the tattoo - barely obscure their captain's mark, but the second they are in private Une whips her top off.

Marco wonders if it really bothers her that much, that small strip of clothing across her back. Then she grins.

Or maybe it's just an invitation.
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Your turn :P (or maybe I will go back and try again... one day, after I have written oodles and oodles of gen. Yes.)

This. This. You could have made, and still can make, an entire story just about that ;~;

Like so?

Heheh, poor Ace *pets him; glomps Marco*