The flash of anger was there and she saw it, gone as quickly as it had risen in his eyes. That flash was enough to worry her and make her draw a shaky breath. She winced when he put his hand on her lower back, not because she desired not his touch, but for the fact that it was painful. She cringed inwardly at the thought of removing her thin shift in front of them, humiliated by the fact that she looked so…undesirable.  She'd not have stepped a toe in front of her husband looking so bruised.  Her ribs carried some slight bruising from being punched in the stomach, being forced to wrestle and fight with other women, the losers being beaten badly, more than one into unconsciousness.  No one wanted to lose but none truly wanted to hurt the others, it became a battle to survive and what were once long time friends had been turned into rivals that feared not only for their own life, but more for their own than for another's.  While she'd been beaten by two guards in the last week of her captivity, most of the marks she wore were from the hand of a frightened woman just trying to protect herself. It was something she was not proud of.<br/><br/>Worse still than any of the bruises was her bare mound, health issues around the pit had required the women being forcefully waxed… if that was even the right term, for it had been torture that was prolonged. Some women resorted to pulling out their own pubes to keep the guards from getting a hold of them.<br/><br/>Her lower back carried bruises from a caning that had missed her buttocks in some places, her thighs bore the same marks, though what remained was the worst of an act of viciousness that wasn't intended to still have lingering proof. With a bottom mostly smooth and round, slightly splotched with blues and purples, decidedly her thighs and lower back had fared the worst of the out of place blows that day.  It would heal and hopefully she'd have no marks to prove that anything had been done to her, just as had gone with her feet, which were thankfully healed.<br/><br/>Being led down to the baths, she tried to hide her awe of the Prince's home, it was truly fine and very overwhelming. She'd never seen anything like it outside of colorful stories painted by the tongues of her elders.  Why would he allow her to use those rooms? Her eyes turned toward him questioningly, but then immediately moved forward again as she forced her gaze straight ahead.<br/><br/>She didn't know what half of the rooms were for, nor did she truly care so long as they weren't implements of torture.  The water looked almost too good to be true and she gazed down at it longingly.  She didn't want to take her clothing off, but she knew that she couldn't get in without baring her body.  She hoped that the room was dim enough that she could get away with them not seeing her body in its grotesque disarray. Ignoring the prince as he stripped, she took a deep breath and hoped to get under the water as quickly as possible. She stripped and hurried into the water as gracefully as was possible, almost tripping over her own feet in her haste.  As the robe dropped, her heavy breasts were exposed, as was her malnourished body.  She hated how her figure had changed, once she'd had the tummy of a dancer, soft and beautiful, but now she was so gaunt that her ribs showed.<br/>