When she opened the door and stepped in she could see them better, well dressed men and women with champagne flutes chit chatting and smiling as if it...was some New York Cocktail Party. She felt completely out of place. She made her way through the crowd and couldn’t her but feel their eyes on her appraising her, judging her. She blushed, fiercely self-conscious, but she sought out Mr. Basilton. Perhaps he could explain the party.“Are you even eligible to bid on the auction?” a woman asked,A man. She had pulled it up tight cause she likes it when the lace rubs against her clit and her asshole. She turned around and bent forward to give us a good view of the string disappearing between her ass cheeks and we could see the g-string wedged between her pussy lips. She naughtily asked, “You like what you see?”“Hell yes!!” was the reply from not just Arya and me, but also the girls. Anjali was wearing a dark green strapless dress. It hugged her figure and showed off all the curves of her body.. It’s supposed to be fun and bring you closer, right? Tell me you understand.” We nodded that we did. “This final challenge is something we have all done. Every single sister you are seeking to join has been through this - keep that in mind.” There was a long pause as she looked each of us in the eye. “Over the years, this challenge has taken on the name of ’The 3 Meter Challenge’.” There were some confused looks from our group. Kimberly noticed and continued with an explanation. “From. I asked, "Who are they?" Pirates. You better put your armour on but I think we will die anyway."The lookout called again and this time I stood on the rail. I saw another ship like the first and then perhaps two more but smaller. On a hunch I looked to our starboard side and saw two more of the smaller craft approaching.My own men hurried to put on their armour and so did I. I ordered six boxes of stingers brought out of storage and one of mace. All the time I was wondering how to defeat this.