"You can't be serious!"

Valarie almost shouts until I give her a glare. She immediately pipes down but still she grits her teeth and veins pop on her forehead. "Looks like Valarie and Mila are having another spat." We all sigh simultaneously. It is tradition to sit through these arguements. Honestly, I have had it with them but when they get like this, they listen to nobody. Not even me. "Of course I am serious. You are suggesting that we break the law?" Mila crosses her arms.

Valarie was a tigress that never backed down from a challenge. Even if that challenge was an equally dangerous woman in a spat. Valarie looks at me with her yellow eyes, her brow furrowing with anger. "And what about you, Captain? Do you agree?" She snarls.

Valarie was a decently tall, slim woman. Her body was rock hard and her strength was wild for a woman. Her hair was silver and messy. Not a lot of people can guess where she is from, and she never tells. Her accent is a mix straight and powerful, belonging to a warrior. Her arms and legs are tone like the rest of her but her face is beautiful. People compare her to a winter wolf both in personality and appearance. Soft to family but will destroy and maim all who dare hurt her and her loved ones.

Her body is tan and half the time, she is shirtless. She doesnt care who sees or stares, nobody wants to risk her wrath. Her breasts were heavy but weirdly enough, never sag. They bounce and jiggle but they stay in shape. Her butt was firm but shapely. They were round and had a good allure to them, she makes it a point that her ass was just as tight as it looks. She sometimes even bathes with the men just because she can't handle women most of the time.