As Rayla made her taunt over across the beach at the slavers, the alerted girls along the beach ran together, quickly grabbing weapons and arming themselves. The pawns, a stunning rainbow attired array of women, quickly roused themselves to readiness.
The worried King called out, "Everyone, be ready!" As Rayla went to slowly lick each drop of poison off her blade, the venom dripping down her catsuit clad cleavage, the pawn wearing a slinky green loincloth and top would stride forwards.
Bronzed skin, a lithe, athletic figure and bared feet, a veil hanging over her face gave her the exotic figure of a belly dancer. She would casually saunter forwards, lidded eyes looking over the beach for more slavers. "Stay together, we can't get separated."
Her eyes locked on Rayla's swaying bottom, and how the tight catsuit clung to it's contours. Moving to a protective position to backup the deadly assassin that had already drawn first blood.
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