"O-oh... Um... no... I-I'm not worth your generosity..." She mumbled covering herself with her hands while keeping her "clothing" from falling completely apart. She blushed as well, but she seemed to be more used to exposing herself than Avery. That or she was just being polite... What kind of life she lead in the slums might've been questionable... or maybe not...<br/>What he did see were scars and bruises on her chest and belly. The cuts were obviously old, but the bruises seemed fresh. She let out a shuddering sigh as a cold chill went up her spine.<br/><br/>(Just a thought, does your character mind marrying this unnamed stranger?)