[Geisha TF, Identity Erasure]

"Well well. Two brand new potential Oiran, willingly offering themselves to Yoruhana? I've seen a lot in my time as a Madame, but this is something I wouldn't ever have expected..."

"Please. We merely want to provide entertainment for the esteemed guests, and the ones that can fill our purses. To that end, we will happily offer our aid to this establishment."

"Yeah. We've got pretty good bodies too, don't we? I'm sure we could figure something out."

The Straw Hat Pirates were currently separated, which was turning into somewhat of a common occurrence after everything they had been through, and their objective was to stay put and make sure they could all meet back up. Which was why Robin and Nami were currently doing their best to just keep themselves afloat in a foreign country with so much oppression that you could almost choke on it.

Of course, they were a lot luckier and a lot more blessed than their masculine allies. They actually had bodies that they could use to their advantage. Big busty bodies with more than enough to go around, and posteriors that would draw any male attention towards them. It was how they had managed to currently sneak around and avoid capture, especially since Wano was still practically under lockdown thanks to the tyrannical ruler's extreme paranoia...

The older Madame looked at the two ladies that had come to visit, and softly smiled. It didn't take much for her to recognize them as foreigners, as she slowly put her lips to the kiseru that she kept handy at almost all times. "Very well. I do not know what you two may have planned, but I can tell that you both need my protection. And I would be caught dead if I were to let two beautiful flowers like you go, especially since you both seem to know what you need to do to make it here in Wano."

Nami grinned, and Robin softly smiled. It seemed like their appeal had worked. Sure, Nami was crude enough to the point where she could tell that they weren't from this country, but at least they had somewhere they could stay. If only for a little while...

"However." The Madame spoke up, just as the two started to celebrate in their own subdued fashion. "All of my Oiran work their hardest. And for that reason, I will not allow you to stand out. You must work just as hard as them, so you can give them the kind of respect that their profession deserves. You wouldn't shame a high-class courtesan if one was offered to you, would you?"

"Of course not." Robin immediately replied, as she slowly bowed her head. "I would happily accept her company. I would make sure that she's paid handsomely for her service, and I would allow her to grow intimate with all of my most precious areas. Isn't that right, O-Nami?"

Nami blinked and quickly turned red. "O-Robi, please don't tease me like that." She muttered. T-They didn't need to know what they did whenever they were alone. They really didn't need to learn what kind of devious tricks that Robin could do with her devil fruit, especially since she could currently feel those gentle fingers rubbing up against her pussy..!

The Madame smiled. O-Robi and O-Nami. Those names seemed awfully familiar. Like the girls from that crew that was said to have touched down in Wano. If that was the case, then she had a duty to turn them in to avoid bringing harm to her girls. But at the same time... Yes, that would do nicely.

"Very well. Since you both seem to understand the value of an Oiran... Let's just get started, no?" She said, before slowly blowing a ring of smoke into the air. "Girls, if you would provide the background ambiance for their introduction?"

Suddenly, before Nami and Robin could react, several of the walls in the Madame's room spun around to reveal semi-identical geisha. Each of them just as pristine and white as the next, with the main difference between them being the ways that their hair had been styled as well as the few tattoos that decorated their backs and their shoulders, as well as the colors of their kimono...

All of them were playing a subtle tune on their shamisen. A type of string instrument that was native to this region. Plucking away at the strings as the sound started to reverberate through the air. They weren't prepared for this, and yet... and yet...

Why exactly were they on edge? Had they expected the Madame to try and turn on them and reveal guards? No, she just wanted to show them what kind of role they would fill in the future. Even if... Even if there was something distinctly wrong with the way that all of them looked. It was like something nagged at the back of their minds as they gave each of these ladies a good look...

"What are you both waiting for?" The Madame said, all while smiling from ear to ear. "If you want to be flowers, the kind of Oiran that serve here at Yoruhana, you should both get naked. We have a long way to go before you're well and truly prepared for your roles, so we can't afford to waste any time."

"Indeed, my apologies." Robin nodded as she slowly removed her own kimono, carefully letting her rather generously curvy figure pop out. While she was definitely busty, it wasn't hard to tell that she was packing a lot more down below. A thick derriere that was trying its best to hide away whenever she wore any kind of clothing. But there was no way to mistake such a wonderful set of cheeks that were almost begging to be clapped.

Nami wanted to just let out a bit of a frustrated sigh. She couldn't understand what this feeling was inside her. Why she felt so worried and on edge. But she stripped down just the same, revealing her extremely large milkers. She had been blessed with a very heavy set of melons that were always swinging around because she did very little to hide them away from the world. Of course she also used them to distract people when she found it appropriate to do so, especially since she still had a tendency to try and steal a couple of items whenever she found the opportunity...

The Madame watched both of them strip and smiled. All while she noticed the subtle way that both women started to lose a bit of color inside of their eyes. Oh yes, the sound that was playing was doing exactly what she wanted it to. It was helping them lower their guards. It was helping them sink into their brand new roles as courtesans. But that was just the start of it. The longer they listened, the less they would try to resist the rest of their treatment.

"Tell me, what do you believe is your charm point?" The Madame said, carefully pushing the tip of her kiseru up against Nami's bosom to lift up one of those breasts ever slightly. "You need to stand out and offer a certain kind of appeal to truly rake in the customers. And unless you know what makes you worthwhile, you'll flounder and only serve as a backup instead of a headlining flower."

There was some truth to that statement. Not that they would really like to spend too much time in this profession. It was only a viable option until their crew managed to gather up again, and then they'd head back to join them. That was all. And yet... There was something about the idea of knowing what was best about their bodies that happened to entice them. Especially Nami...

"Well, you see these, don't you?" Nami grinned as she slowly squeezed her hands into her breasts, almost making her inverted nipples pop right on out thanks to the extra pressure. "I don't think there's a single man that could resist these. I've seen marines fall for them, I've seen pirates fall for them. I bet you'd fall for them too if you kept looking at them for too long, Madame." She was confident. All while not realizing what she was doing. She was not truly conscious of her actions, more just acting like the Madame wanted her to.

Robin smiled as well, as she carefully turned around and let her hands guide their way towards the cheeks that were serving as the softest cushion in the room. "While I don't exactly pride myself on my sex appeal... I can tell you that O-Nami has had a lot of long and loving nights pressed up against these. Why, I woke up with her stuck in between them, and I hadn't even asked her to press herself in there. She can't resist them, just like I'm sure that the men that come here won't be able to.

Nami blushed once more, but the Madame was satisfied with what she was hearing. All while she slowly blew another ring of smoke into the air, and the shamisens upped their tempo. "Very well then. Hold still, I will apply your makeup and ensure that you look appropriate for your new role as flowers here in Yoruhana..."

Something about the tune was definitely starting to sound off. Why did they need to play so fast? And why did it feel like they were playing with their very souls? There was no way that it should be possible, only their Brook should be able to touch souls with their music. And yet... And yet they just sat right there. Waiting for somebody to touch them. Waiting for the treatment that would turn them into proper Oiran.

The Madame dipped her fingers into a special little bottle, and then slowly started to drag her fingers along Robin's form. Carefully letting that white paint-like liquid flow along her form as it started to leak into her skin. Not just pouring down her, but seemingly fusing with her on a fundamental level. As if her skin had always been white...

Because that was what it was, no? It had always felt powdery to the touch. She had always been as white as a canvas, waiting to be painted on. Even when she traveled... Even when... No, hold on... Why did it feel like she had never left Wano's ports? She was sure that she had been all around the world. She was sure that she had seen the sights and fought to protect those that were close to her. So why couldn't she picture those locations any more..?

It was like she was being wiped clean. It was like she was becoming something new as that liquid merged with her. As if a brand new life was being painted onto her. She was somewhat acquainted with an individual who had a devil fruit that could do something like this. But this was different. This was like... This was... What was she thinking about, again..? It was... It was getting hard to think about such strange things...

Even though her friend was going through changes that should definitely set off some sort of alarm inside of her head, Nami didn't turn her head to look towards her. She also didn't really think that there was anything wrong with what the Madame was doing. She was just helping her get into role. She was helping her get prepared for her new life as an Oiran. So she should just sit there and watch...

Nami didn't think that it was wrong to hear Robin crying out in delight as the older woman pressed her hands into her rear. Nor did she think it was strange to see her look so white. It was... It was supposed to happen, wasn't it? She was supposed to present everything at all times. Present it in a tasteful way that made it impossible to look away. That was what an Oiran did. The shamisen-playing women around the edges of the room only served to prove that, after all...

Hold on... Those... Were they really women..? No, they looked ever slightly off. Like they were puppets... She had heard of them, weren't they... Karakuri? It was some sort of living puppet that was meant to carry out a role, she was sure of that. And yet she couldn't exactly see anything wrong with what they were doing. Her mind was being pulled in two different directions, and the more her sensible side tried to push its way in, the more the other side tried to suppress her...

All while the Madame slowly finished with Robin. And then she turned her attention towards Nami, and carefully dragged her fingers along her chest. Not just her breasts, but also where the heart would be... Letting that white paint sink in and start to mess with her as well. Slowly pull her into a state where she was even more suggestible.

Nami's expression went from dim to blank in a matter of a few moments, all thanks to how quickly the paint reached her heart. She could feel her entire life being painted over. She could feel it just... It was like she was being dipped into a can of white paint, and she was waiting to dry off. That was why the older woman was currently playing with her breasts, wasn't it? That was why... That was why her pussy was drooling like this...

Yes, that had to be it. She was an Oiran that was waiting to be used. She had been waiting for so long. This white makeup was something that she had applied herself when she was younger. She always wanted to be an Oiran. So when the opportunity arose, she did all of the work beforehand. Letting it sink in and become permanent, as she offered herself to the Madame. That was why she was here with... This other woman had the same idea... Yes, that was who she was. She wasn't exactly somebody she recognized. She was just another Oiran. A coworker that was happy to offer herself to their customers in the exact same way. Yes, that's what she had to be...

Nami and Robin were both coming along so nicely. Especially as their minds remained wonderfully blank, especially as their bodies remained so beautiful as everything had properly merged with them. The paint that the Madame had collected, which had its roots in a lot of the biological warfare that was tossed out by those awful pirates that wanted to control Wano for as long as possible... It was the main method she used to make sure that the Oiran wouldn't leave her.

And yet there were still a few things she needed to do before they were complete. The final few touches that would mark them as her newest and most wonderful Oiran. She just had to let a little extra paint sink in, and they would be the perfect flowers that she needed. A little dip into another bottle, and she carefully held both hands over the large-breasted Oiran and the ample-reared Oiran's assets respectively...

The substance dripped onto Nami's breast, and onto Robin's asscheek. Quickly sending a shock straight through them, as they let out moans while the substance began fusing with them. It was something they had never been exposed to in the past. This kind of intense pleasure was alien to them, and yet it felt so right. It felt like they should've gone through this several times already. Like it was a fundamental part of being an Oiran...

Slowly but surely, the substance started to spread out until it had formed a set of flowers. One on Nami's breast, right above her areola, and one splayed across Robin's rear. Both were eye-catching, and both served to be their signature. Anybody that would call upon their services would immediately ask for the ladies with the flowers on their most important assets. If not just outright ask for their names...

"O-Shiri." The Madame said, letting her hand sink into that plush rear that had defined Robin. Now belonging to a simple Oiran who knew what her ass was good for. Her main charm point, and the single part of her body that served to bring in all sorts of customers. "I look forward to seeing what kind of clientele you bring in."

The newly dubbed O-Shiri panted and gasped as she let that acceptance sink into her. She couldn't be happier, to the point where her nethers were already growing nice and wet. All while her rear seemed to grow even more emphasized... Or did it perhaps grow in response to what she had heard? Either way, you couldn't take your eyes off it once you saw it now...

"O-Pai." The Madame continued, as she let her hands sink into the tits that Nami had brazenly showed off and put her pride in. "Be careful with these. You may be able to bring in many men, but you need to keep these from sagging. They are part of your pride as an Oiran, cherish them and protect them."

Nami's identity was properly swept aside as the large-breasted O-Pai now took root inside her mind, the Oiran nodding and trembling as she felt that pleasure rush through her. "Of course, Madame... I would never soil or ruin these. They are my pride..." A lot of O-Pai's former confidence was now subdued, though that didn't stop her from flaunting her breasts. They were what she wanted to show off to the world, after all. What she offered as an Oiran at Yoruhana...

The Madame smiled. And the shamisens finally stopped playing. Those dolls had done a great job at keeping the ambience and allowing her to manipulate these two flowers into becoming some of her finest offerings. But first, she needed to ensure that the goods were at their peak. "Now... Be kind young ladies, and show me what you can do. I can't allow you to sell your services if you're not ready to do your best."

Both O-Shiri and O-Pai looked to one another and nodded, before smiling as softly as two Oiran that had wanted this for their entire life possibly could. All while they both leaned forward and put their hands on their Madame.

"As you wish, Madame..."