[ Baiken's kimono had come fairly loose in all of the motion, already. Enough that even the neckline over her right shoulder was pulling back from Anri's efforts. It was then, it would finally happen, a curtain tugged away just by chance, revealing she she'd snatched Anri's wrist earlier, as her kimono fell from her torso entirely...
Between the top of her shoulder, and the wrapping that covered the part of her upper arm that as still there, the scarring was... She hadn't simply had her arm amputated for whatever reason, the evidence was that it had been ripped off, torn from her. More of her right side, down the edge of her ribs, was covered in similar marks, marred into Baiken's flesh, etchings of gruesome, malicious intent. Stretch marks pulled around the scars, signs that she'd grown around them, that they were hardly those earned in her adulthood, but far older, something that had to have happened when Baiken was a child...
Baiken's motions stopped, realizing Anri could see. She normally didn't care, in casual situations, what people thought of those scars. In public baths, in changing rooms, but this was different. But it was different to have them touched. That still made her heart stop. This was far too intimate, far too close to her, that she... she needed to know how Anri was going to react, if there was still anything left of an amorous mood, before she continued... ]
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Between the top of her shoulder, and the wrapping that covered the part of her upper arm that as still there, the scarring was... She hadn't simply had her arm amputated for whatever reason, the evidence was that it had been ripped off, torn from her. More of her right side, down the edge of her ribs, was covered in similar marks, marred into Baiken's flesh, etchings of gruesome, malicious intent. Stretch marks pulled around the scars, signs that she'd grown around them, that they were hardly those earned in her adulthood, but far older, something that had to have happened when Baiken was a child...
Baiken's motions stopped, realizing Anri could see. She normally didn't care, in casual situations, what people thought of those scars. In public baths, in changing rooms, but this was different. But it was different to have them touched. That still made her heart stop. This was far too intimate, far too close to her, that she... she needed to know how Anri was going to react, if there was still anything left of an amorous mood, before she continued... ]