When Layla gave the pained expression after Tarkus pulled her against him, it may not have been physical, but he assumed it had to be.<br/><br/><em>It had better be.</em>A distant voice in his mind chimed, as his eyes darted around her body. The low and limited reflected light made it hard to spot before, but now that he focused on where a strong light shone, he could see discolorations on her skin.<br/><br/><em>I will have some questions to ask if they are what I think they are.</em>Tarkus thought as he looked at Layla in his left arm, his right hand busy teasing a Aisha's nipple between groped of the rest of her breast.<br/><br/>Though his thoughts were not solely admiring of Layla, with his suspicions of the marks on her body, it would likely appear to Aisha that Layla was getting his express attention, though his hand told a different story.<br/><br/>His eyes did not pull away from Layla's body easily, however. His inspecting of the marks left him with a pleasant inspection of his new concubine's body, and he was fairly thrilled with the prospects.