"I am not ashamed of my body, and I did have ..." Yamashita bit her tongue, keeping the words back before she spat them out at him. Of course she'd had a lover, but it was hardly this man's business what the nature of her relationship had been or how she'd gone from dancer to general. The beauty she had was of no use to her in this current role, and it was something she had deliberately tried to ignore as she strived harder and harder to hone her skills to the craft of war. The intricacies of fashion, and the careful selection of dresses and jewelry no longer interested her, and instead the maps and reports of her scouts consumed all of her attention. It was only really her hair that she'd kept as a reminder of that former life, instead of shearing it off short for the sake of convenience.<br/><br/>Now that hair cascaded down her back while he slid his hands around to cup her breasts between strong fingers and she blushed at the intimacy of that touch. Her colour intensified to a dusky crimson as his fingers tightened, his words reminding her that there was very little she could do if he chose to push the point.<br/><br/>"My life is in your hands, and so is your honour," she reminded him tersely, goosebumps forming on her skin.