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Marron held perfectly still, her body was slim, wiry here abd there, her muscles much more defined than an average noble woman, yet her posture and pose was perfect. The seaserpent tattoo on her shoulder coiling along her back amongst crashing waves and tumbling Finns. It was along her middle and upper back. On her front, a few scars, one on her right side, a faded stitch, a d a blotch of darkened skin on her stomach where she took a powder burn from a misfires gun to her stomach. As she was cloaked in the dress, she stared at herself, her gaze almost hardening inti steel at her own reflect. The ring in her ears whispering in her again. She was lovely...but she could have been so much more. She needed more.