She chuckled softly, taking note that it was a bit like asking to play doctor. It had taken Linnaea a second to realize that she had just offered to basically show a practical stranger something that a select few people had ever seen because it was so incredibly important to her, but she didn't get a feeling of 'weird' or 'creepstalkerasshole' from Adam and besides--it wasn't like she was looking for a hookup. She was showing someone who appreciated the art that resided on her--he definitely had some of his own.
Setting the book on the shelf, Naea turns her back to Adam, looking up and down the almost deserted aisle before crossing her arms around and pulling the back of her shirt up, revealing a pair of wings, shaded in grays and blacks that went from the tops of her shoulder blades to just below her waistline. For a girl who stood 5'1", most might see this as overkill, but they had been drawn just for her. It wouldn't take much for Adam to notice the scars on her back; most covered up by the tattoo, some not. From the center of her spine and downward, a few symbols lined up, each drawn with an intricate and fluid hand: The symbol for Aum, an ankh, the hand of Fatima, something in Hebrew and others.
Linnaea had a reason and a story for each one.
"Marten did these. I have others, but getting naked right now would likely get me banned from here. I kind of like this place." Naea grinned, making a face at a sixty-something who was eyeballing while strolling.
(OOC: I shall have a list and pictures of these soon, I promise! Just trying to find the right ones for her. :) I'd post one but IJ is fighting with me and I'm too tired to fight back right now. lol)