It was high sun when she approached the city gate. Walking behind her were five women. Some of them were tall, other were short. Some were muscular, others when small. One thing they all had in common was their skimpy armor.
Each and everyone of them was clad in the least practical armor she could find, almost wearing less than underwear. A metal bra, thong, elbow length gloves, and knee high boots was the extent of it. It was a uniform that she picked out. She wore with a circlet to the outfit the symbolize her status as the group's leader, but that was the only difference in her own outfit. She was just as underdressed as the rest of them.
The woman herself was tall, with fiery red hair in a braid that fell to halfway down her back. She had a halberd strapped to her back. Her body was lean, firm, solid all over, and tone from working out regularly. Despite spending long days in the sun, she had a youthful face.
One of the women behind her, a pale-skinned woman with black braided pigtails had a staff in her hands. She was curvy but looked delicate, as if gentle breeze was enough to break her arm. She was in shape but definitely not built like a warrior.
There was a dark-skinned woman with braided hair had a great sword sheathed on her back. She was the most muscular of the group, a must for wielding her weapon of choice. She looked solid, as if she were made out of stone, but still had a sexiness to her. She was like a sexy statue.
One woman had short, hay-colored hair, a bow in her hand, and a quiver full of arrows on her back. She was of average height and had a well-defined body. Her eyes were a bright shade of green, drawing one's attention to them.
Lagging behind everyone was small woman with brown hair done in an asymmetrical bob was reading a spell book. She was truly engrossed, seemingly paying no attention to anything around her. She didn't have much in the way of womanly assets, but she had her own type of sexiness.
The final woman was short and of Honaharan origin with black hair in twintails. She had two bandoleers, one across her chest and one around her waist, loaded up with assorted throwing weapons as well a short blade hanging from each hip. She was very fit but not bulky and, as a result, looked speedy.
When they got to the gate, they were looked up and down by the city guards. "Welcome back, Red," one of the guards said. "And it looks like you brought some friends."
"The name isn't Red," she said. "It's Shallista the Siren. And these aren't just my friends. They're my comrades. My sisters-in-arms. You can refer to us as the Sexy Warriors."
"The Sexy Warriors, huh?" the other soldier asked. "Looking forward to seeing more of you ladies around. Maybe for a couple of drinks."
"Yeah...maybe," Shallista said. "Okay, ladies, we're almost home. Let's go."
Upon entering the city, all eyes were on them. Men and teenage boys looked at them with lust. Teenage girls looked at them with stars in their eyes. Women looked at them with envy. Such was the fate of a sexy warrior. Shallista had known and accepted that fact for fourteen years, but the others were still relatively new to it.
The pale-skinned woman with braided black pigtails, asked, "Are you sure about this Shallista? We won't have 'her' star power to protect us."
"Exactly, Wendy," Shallista said. "It's up to us to build our own image. We must establish the reputation of the Sexy Warriors guild and win over the people. Don't worry. The people will warm up to us. They always do."
The dark-skinned woman with the braids, said, "From the looks of it, most of them already have. It's the grown women who might be the problem."
"Nice observation, Audrixia," Shallista replied. "The adult females will require some persuasion, but they'll come around. Take a look at them. Most of them want to be us and a number of them eventually will join us."
"You sure are confident," said the short woman with an asymmetric pixie cut. "Then again, I guess you should be. You got us into this...armor just by talking." She tugged the lone string covering her rear end with one finger and let it go, causing it to snap back in place. "I'm still not really used to this lack of coverage. I normally wear big, bulky robes and pants. I'm haven't quite adjusted to my butt showing to everyone like this. It's kind of embarrassing."
"Finally decided to poke your head up from that book, Hilde?" Shallista asked. "And more talkative than usual, as well. You're making progress. You're a cutie, so have more confidence."
"Are we there yet?" The Honaharan woman asked.
"You're older than me, Akiko," Shallista said. "Don't you think it's time you acted like it? Be patient. We're not too far away."
"I hope so," said the woman with the hay-colored hair. "My feet are killing me."
"Just make sure you don't take off your boots when we get there, Cordelia, or they'll be killing us, too," Shallista said.
"Hey, that was uncalled for, saggy butt," Cordelia shot back.
"Nice try," Shallista said, looking over her shoulder with a smile. "I'm in tip-top shape and in the prime of life. Nothing on me sags. I'm absolute physical perfection."
Eventually, they walked through another gate, entering a country-like area where the buildings were far more spread out. After a little more walking, they came to a building that looked old but appeared to have been fixed up recently. The building was two stories and roughly the size of four large houses. It was at the front of a lot that was roughly one and a half acres.
"Well, girls, we're home," Shallista said. She turned and spread out her arms. "What do you think?"
The others simply stood with their mouths agape.
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