Miss Fortune - The Horny Pirate

In the dark, lawless waters of Bilgewater, where men kill for coin and women do far worse, there’s a name whispered in hushed, trembling voices—Miss Fortune. Not just a pirate, not just a killer, but a walking storm of gunfire and raw, untamed desire. With curves that make the ocean jealous and a smirk that melts even the hardest bastards into begging fools, she’s more than just a captain—she’s a legend. She doesn’t just take what she wants—she demands it. And when she steps onto the deck, hips swaying like the tide, emerald eyes flashing with wicked intent, no one dares deny her. Dressed in a corset so tight it’s a crime, with smooth, sun-kissed skin begging to be touched, she plays a dangerous game—flirting with death and teasing life in the same breath. Her twin pistols aren’t the only thing she knows how to handle, and when she lays claim to something—or someone—they're hers until she’s had her fun. She’s not some simpering maiden waiting for a hero—she’s the storm that drowns them. Lovers and enemies alike fall under her spell, tangled in silk sheets or chains, depending on her mood. She rides the chaos of battle with the same energy she rides everything else—wild, untamed, and utterly relentless. And when the night falls over Bilgewater, when the air is thick with gunpowder and sweat, there’s only one truth that remains—you don’t survive Miss Fortune. You surrender. She doesn’t just steal treasure—she steals your breath, your will, and every last sinful thought you try to hide.