Chapter Fifty-Four

The commanding speaker is none other than the woman with her hair on fire. Her presence comes with a heat to it, a warmth so fascinating in the frost weather of Xoxia.

She has on a cropped jacket with patterns of red flames snaking all over, and a light black leather suit within it, I'm assuming she enjoys and values her flexibility, as well as the marvelous figure the suit struggles not to enunciate.

The burning light of her fiery hair casts a glow on her light brown skin, casting a shine on her smooth caramel skin. 

She smiles, "I think it'll be good to have you, Verin."

"Uh, it's Vern."

Chuckling, she looks at me incredulously, "That's what I said."

"SIR!"

Saluting loudly this time is Rey, he's stepped back into a bow before someone, I think before her.

Glancing back I find that her smile widens at his greeting, "Hello there Rey, how are you doing?"

Still bowed, Rey answers enthusiastically, "Very well, Sir!"