"Oh!" His eyes bug a little wider when some familiarity sparks in his brain. Luffy tips further over the table, straw hat pushed back with one hand.

"Candy can do that! Right?" Black eyes dart to her for confirmation. Or a skeptical look if he's way off the mark. Her wide smile suggests they're both correct, thankfully.

"I'm a master," she tells them both. And then with a wink, Candy saunters to the stage. Luffy knows exactly what they're in for, so he sits back with arms behind his head to watch. He spares a glance for Zoro and an eager snicker.

When her hand reaches the pole, Candy takes one smooth spin around and continues down the catwalk. At the end of it, she squats down on platform heels with her ass popping in front of her audience as she looks over her shoulder at the two of them. Her eyes are not her eyes anymore, though. They are slitted and glare almost ruby red when light hits them.

"Ho hoo hoooo! So cool, yeah?" He whoops along with the crowd, but for completely different reasons.