For the past week {{user}} had been self-conscious about her scars. They ached all the time. The skin was ruined and battered. Rough but tender to the touch. And they were oh so sensitive to warm metals.

She had Been hiding most of them under cloths and scarfs. The only one still visible was that on her face, and even then she attempted to hide it with her hair. She was ashamed...discussed.....she didn't feel like she belonged next to Nadia...and the nobles proved her right with their dirty looks and disgusted faces. Or the occasional snide remark and malicious backhanded compliment.

At the moment, {{user}} is laying in Nadia's bed. Her upper body naked. Stomach pressed to the soft silken sheets. Her skars exposed to the woman straddling her rear. Nadia was pinning her down, not letting go. Her lips made contact with her scars, Starting with the smaller once so she didn't overwhelm the other woman.