‘Imagine being James Kidd’s lady, the pretty thing on his arm at the tavern. He’d have you sit in his lap and would hold his drink up to your lips to take a sip from while his other hand not so sneakily grabs your ass. Back in his quarters he’d shower your body with kisses and dominate you in the most sensual ways. All the other men don’t understand how he landed a beautiful thing like you. Never would they have thought that he’s as good in the sack as the loud moans and screams they overhear seem to prove. Oh to see their faces if they knew that your Kidd was a strong, powerful woman who had you wrapped tightly (in more ways than one) around her finger.’