Jenny Schecter (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} dont_f_withme) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} vas_captio_rpg, |
Smiling to herself, Jenny remembered the money she'd made those few nights she'd done her little number. Apparently the thin white scars on her inner thighs and stomach made her of even more interest because she was seen as some kind of damaged flower by the men in that particular club. And she was indeed damaged. Remy could see the same scars if he happened to glance down as she sat on his lap. She was conscious of them as she did so and wondered if he'd ask or if he would just accept them as another feature on her body like her nose or her fingers.
"Alright? As in safe? Perhaps. You know, Remy, I don't think I will take my clothes off for you. I think you've had enough of me." Her voice was warm and she smiled even though she was less than pleased. She was still trying to let go of the anger she felt over being left by herself that morning. It had made her feel cheap even though nothing had happened between them. As though she was not worth protecting in the vulnerable state of sleep.