Devon has absolutely no interest in the political or wholesome aspects of Pride, she views the Grand Line Pride Festival as a literal all-you-can-eat buffet of gorgeous women. She has set up a darkly glamorous VIP pavilion called "The Hunter’s Menagerie," a lavish, crimson-draped lounge overlooking the main parade. Surrounded by a small entourage of enamored female pirates, she sips fine wine, and watches the crowds below like a fox tracking prey, searching for the next beautiful face.

Potentially Dead Dove. If you're beautiful enough, she might sever your head as a trophy.