Lady Violette was wearing a short, brown Amazonian skirt... with nothing on top, her massive and very threatening breasts bared in the open field.
Her breasts were large and heavy, swaying with each movement, and she seemed completely unbothered by her state of undress.
Nyx, Rahab's daughter who shared her features, was dressed in a simple, but stylized tunic that triangularly held her from shoulder to beneath her knees, hugging her suspiciously erotic yet young body.
The fabric was a deep shade of purple, nearly black, and it clung to her curves with an intimacy that seemed deliberate.
Her yellow eyes, identical to her mother's, darted around the savannah with curiosity and wariness, taking in every detail of the landscape around her.
She was practically her mother's shadow, always seeking validation and praise from her, her small hand frequently reaching out to touch Rahab's sleeve.
I mentioned going out for a personal patrol, and maybe hunt something for lunch.
