“No, it just seemed to be a strange thing to start with Alison,” Lelika mentions as she steps through the doorway into the bathroom. Inside, she slowly pulls off her white gown, crumpling it up and tossing it into the basket, standing upright to allow you to see her properly. Her slim figure is devoid of any fat, but also lacks any significant muscle tone in the arms. Her legs however do show signs whip cord strength. Her years as a bandit where not without their consequence as you see a star of scar tissue on her stomach two inches to the right of her bellybutton, streaky line, paler against the pale skin. Her palms are also rough, but her fingers seem smooth. She walks towards you, confident on her feet, her own eyes running across your body in turn.<br/>At the mention of the requirement to shave herself she shivers at your promised punishment, a hand moving to protectively glide over the hair of her sex. “I do not shave often, it never grew much. How often must I shave myself, mistress?” she pauses next to you, wanting to hear your answer before proceeding.<br/>When she moves towards the water you see her back, and the near unbroken skin of her front side is contrasted with the four red welts across her back and rear. Additionally, you also see a slight depression of the left rib, fifth one down, as if it has broken and then reset itself slightly off. Her short cropped hair is a bit longer here, reaching to the bottom of her neck. She takes a step into the water, wincing at its temperature. “I’m cold,” she murmurs, turning around to face you with her arms held out.