the ones with matching scars

So here's to everything coming down to nothing
Here's to silence that cuts me to the core

Whatever Soh had been expecting - which was probably a quiet "no" and that would have been that - it wasn't for Colt to force the men at the table to allow her to break the rules. She raised her brows at her new friend, but said nothing as she stripped the bracelets off her wrist and set them aside. Then, as if nothing was out of the ordinary, she continued on with the game.

Soh quickly lost the rest of her jewelry and her top, until she sat in her bra, underwear, and pants. She was just drunk enough not to care about exposing her scars to the world, and more than once, she ignored gazes flickering over the jagged claw marks across her abdomen and the burn that wound its way up her right shoulder. In any other situation, she might have been self-conscious - but this was what she'd wanted, wasn't it? To have fun without any strings attached?

The others in their circle were in various states of undress when Soh drew a lucky hand. She gasped. "I think I win!"

Where is this going?
Thought I knew for a minute, but I don't anymore

Sohalia