Things... and excerpt!

Good evening!
So,  when I talk about my writing process.. which I don't often, I often mention that it is at random. Oh I know I know that most writers say just write! Just write and it will come.
Can I tell you though, sometimes I come out with poetry, lyrics, or bits of random? Other times brilliant scenes emerge from stories whose plot lines are not yet written.
Someday I will be orderly, but not today! Anyhow, last week I wrote a scene for Thraxia, which is my major project I"m still plunking away at. I debated within myself if I wanted to make it a YA, and thus more relatable to a younger audience, or should I leave it adult oriented? Well... after much debate with myself I have decided that Thraxia is meant for adult audiences. It's an exploration not just on gender expression and sexuality, but also an exploration on things like race as well as religion and philosophy in general. Those are big topics, and I want to express Jade honestly and completely... So anyway here is a scene for Jade let me set this up for you.
Jade has just entered into an area of the underground she did not know existed. The people she meets, called 'Demons' by the Rowe, come in colors shes never seen before, but most interesting are these people's love of bathing... So much so that there is a law about it.. Here umong the demons there are certain concepts new to her. Nudity for one thing... in Thraxia, especially if you are a child, gender neutrality is important. You run too much risk of sexual assault if you cause attention to yourself, therefore the people of Thraxia are typically very personal, and those on the streets wear many layers of ragged clothing... So it is not suprised that Jade has not been naked in front of people. The whole concept of nakedness is quite frightening.. but in this scene it is bath time.. and the Demon's policy on cleanliness is strict. ..

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The first thing I noticed as the initial burst of steam cleared from my view were the tits...
Tits of all sizes. Some heavy and sagging, some firm, high, and roung.
Well... they were all round. Except for those with almost no flesh there... Yeah there were tits that didn't quite look like tits, and the only way to know they belonged to grown women were the enlarged areolas in various shades. Their nipples were fat, like the tip of my pinky finger, but I thought they still had their charms... These titless tits with the perky nipples.My own were more on the heavy side, but I kept my arms firmly crossed over them. I was still wearing my street clothes, and my heart pounded heavy in my chest with anticipation... Couldn't I do this bath thing with my clothes on?
I stared at Jen's back. Her pale, gold-kissed back. Her shoulders moved this way and that as she dodged through the bodies of naked women passing her. She was at home here and I was not. When she paused at the edge of a shallow pool of water, steam rising up from all over, and dropped her towel,  my eyes instantly riveted downward. Her butt had a perfect roundness to it, and it was attached to lean, muscled thighs. A collection of wetness pooled in my mouth and I swallowed. She sank in the water, and turned around to look at me.
The water was clear, so clear I could see everything. More tits, but Jen's tits caused a sensation in me different from the others. It was like my stomach balled up and dropped down to my  feet. I stood there, towel in hand, petrified.
Jen groaned appreciatively and leaned her head back. Her blond hair took on a darker hue from the water. The action caused her tits to bounce up and out of the water. Her nipples like those dot candies the demons offered us after meal times. I stared at them I know, wondering if they actually tasted like those dot candies too. Sweet maybe?
"Common!" Jen said, splashing in my direction. She was laughing, maybe she didn't think about all the tits in the room, but I found it distracting.
I shook my head and backed away.
"You have to bathe" I heard Jen say; but I had closed my eyes and kept them shut. I didn't want to....
"If you don't, you will have to leave"
I kept my eyes shut tight for the longest time and then slowly, I began to take off my shirt. I felt so cold all of the sudden, and I started to shiver. It got so bad that my teeth were chattering and I stumbled as my feet tangled in my pants. It was a slow, painful process removing my clothes and when I finished I quickly moved into the water. It was hot.. almost too hot, and it made my blood rush quicker. I fought the urge for tears though and crouched a little so that my tits were covered. The ground beneath my feet, under the water seemed a bit rough, porous, but not uncomfortable. I heard Jen gasp and in spite of myself I opened my eyes. "Don't look at my tits!" I said.
Jen had moved behind me however and I turned to see her. She wasn't staring at my chest like I had so eagerly stared at hers.. Instead, her eyes were focused on my back. She reached out to touch me and I flinched, but her fingers were light as they slid down the base of my neck, and to my shoulder.
"What happened here?" Her voice was soft, and there was an emotion I couldn't recognize in her tone.
"Huh?"
"Here" Jen moved her fingers, and I could feel her fingers slide over the smooth parts to hit the raised marks there.
"Oh" I said. "You know what the punishment is for gangs who cause too many problems right?"
Jen's fingers dropped uprubtly. "That is a barbaric law."
"Barbaric... I like the sound of that word, what does it mean?"
"It means cruel in this context. It's cruel and stupid, and dated" With each word Jen's voice grew more taught.
"Oh" Suddenly I didn't like her staring at my back now, so I turned around. It was better for her to look at my tits than my back. She did look at them, but her eyes flew to mine.
"What happened though?"
I shrugged, uncomfortable in the spotlight. Her eyes were so intensely blue now, and I could see my reflection in them. "When they caught us the governor said no mercy. So we were flogged...thats where they take these whips, and they have little pieces of metal at the ends. They hit you and hit you with it until you're blind with hurt and the smell of blood is so strong you're sick with it. We figured we'd get flogged but we didn't think they'd put us in the hole."
Jen sighed. "It's disgusting, those fat governors are so corrupt. All they do is sit on ration cards and extort from the elite."
I didn't respond to that. Even if I'd wanted to, Niala chose that moment to call at us, stepping into the water.