((i'ma wait on Riva until BBR posts))

Chana said nothing to the man, wondering absently if he could tell now she was not an androgynous young man and in fact a woman yet as he supported her. She only knew one man, her maker. Would this man expect such things of her too? She shook off the thought as he spoke, however, and merely nodded. She let her coat fall, a gouge in her shoulder clear now along with the gash on her leg. She stripped of her masters shirt, the harem style bra that was the kind of thing her master had provided as clothes holding her up.... likely through some enchantment since it had no straps and her size made her seem like she would just tumble out of it.

Even as she showed Amaury this sight she said nothing, simply staring at him. Her eyes were emotionless as they gazed into his, and for the moment she looked like a doll. She didn't move, made no motion to stop him if he started to treat her. She seemed to expect him to do something inappropriate or cruel and for his treating to hurt. Due to her experience she suspected him to want payment for treating her. Whether he ripped crystals from the bra as payment or tried to take something more carnal it was clear she had no intention of stopping him. He had technically saved her life and would now be treating her wounds with her permission, he had right to demand whatever price he wanted.... and her master had loved making it clear that her body was her only asset.

"I heal quickly.... but not quickly enough to refuse treatment" She finally said almost robotic-ally as her gaze slipped to the wall. Her face held no emotion, no thought, those doll eyes simply staring. Even her hands on the seat she'd taken were limp and unmoving. She had ran to escape being a slave, but it seemed prostitution may be her only real choice. Riva she had expected to be an energy pet of to earn her sanctuary... men seemed more interested in a sex pet.