Amaya closed her eyes and dropped her belt to the ground, pulling her shirt over her head and then unhooking her bra and dropping that to the floor as well. After kicking off her shoes and stripping off her pants and underwear, she covered her breasts and turned to face Mitsunari, the cold room leaving goosebumps along her body, making her marred back ache. Even standing there Amaya felt like trash. Mitsunari shouldn't have to see her marred body, it was her fault though, every welt on her back, every lash on her shoulders was because she wasn't good enough, not for him, and not for Hideyoshi.