Shelly had the countenance of those popular high school girls that loved to party hard — confident curves, full lips, and an aura that screamed hidden wildness.
Yet right now she was acting very cute in her nervousness, and in real life she came across as shy and timid around most people.
Unlike the majority of Amazons who populated the village — those toned, muscular, visits-the-gym-a-lot women who spent hours every day training, fighting and building their bodies into weapons — Shelly was very close to the girly and feminine side of things;
Softer and more delicate in her features and frame, standing out among her warrior sisters like a flower growing in a field of swords.
She was wearing a brown, peculiar tribal dress wrapped at the waist with a sash-thingy that cinched it tight.
But the dress was cut in such a way that it exposed much of her thighs, so much that if she bent her body even a little bit forward or to the side, I would be able to see her panties clearly.
