The other prisoners

After realizing that we would spend the next few days together, I introduced myself to the other three prisoners.
Right in front of me was Liza. She was 28, short and petite, with shoulder-length brown hair and had been convicted of several poisonings.
In front of her there was AnnaMaria, probably in her late 40s, a bit stocky, hanging tits, the first gray strands in her shaggy hair and not very talkative.
Up front they had chained Laura. She was a little punk brat, 23 years old, and owed her punishment to various cybercrimes. Among other things, she had cracked the system of the National Bank and transferred 20 billion credit units to an environmental organization. Half her head was shaved, the hair falling in her face was dyed blue. Her top was cut off so short that you could see the bottom of her firm breasts.
After a few minutes, our leader commanded us to depart. Diana was like I said half a head taller than me and well trained. She had her black hair tied into a braid that almost reached to her ass. Sonya, the other leader was about my size, very small breasts and a short buzz haircut. If it wasn*t fgor the name, I would have thought she was a man.
"Let's go quick! When it gets dark, there are animals roaming these woods, that you do not want to get to know, so if I were you, I'd rather be in the next base."
So we got up, Sonya and Diana tightened the ropes between our legs and we set off.