The removal of her clothing would reveal a string of bruises. Although bruises were scattered over her body, there was a larger bruise along her right hip, topped off with a large, stitched cut. The Cult had not treated her well, clearly.
Sex probably wasn't the safety recreational activity, given her condition, but Savannah wasn't about to let that stop her.
A ride? She grinned at him, seeming to agree that it sounded like a good idea. Her right hand found his left, guiding it gently to her hip. "Be careful with the stitches," she warned with a good-natured giggle, that same light-hearted laugh she had shown him before.
She positioned herself, then, and, eyes on his face, slowly guided herself down onto his erection.