"You must wonder what I have against all other healers who have seen my body," Myorka said and unwrapped her luxurious robes. "Nothing, nothing except –"
And this was the moment Serenica saw her nearly naked, now becoming a little afraid of her.
Myorka was beautiful, perhaps even more so than Helen, and she had two scars running from her hips towards her waist. For an unknown reason she also let her hair loose. Perhaps it was merely to be theatrical. Perhaps it was to demonstrate her general condition. She was wearing red underwear, very similar to Gadfly's, but more tasteful.
Serenica felt herself overpowered. The woman had taken her to a hidden location, which meant she did not want her crew to see her undressed. Serenica was somehow special. She was a woman. She was different.
"I understand," Serenica said, regaining her composure. "What do you have a problem with? You look healthy to me. Unless it's something internal, like a reproductive issue."
