Inwardly she shrugged as she observed Scar's peculiarity today. Yes, he was in a rough mood today, but what of it? Most men treated her like a rag doll anyway, as was their wont. Scar happened to pay reasonably for the privilege.<br/><br/>Making her movements low and languid, she smiled and slipped the rest of her frock off, swaying to some inaudible music. And when she was fully nude, she sauntered over to the bed and bent over, tossing her head so that her long brown curls flopped over her bare back.<br/><br/>"Come take me, soldier." She purred invitingly. "Stick it in me, show me who's the man."