Becky enters the car with Al, she grins when he speaks about not being certain and then replies “No I did not have any ink on my body. In retrospect, calling it *my* body was a bit generous for the time you met me. I spent fifteen years being a concubine of a powerful Mafiosi. I was a child when he bought me, so I had little liberties with my body. My entire life was dedicated to keeping him interested and my entire self-value was determined in how appealing my physique was in his eyes. Clearly, artistic ink-work was out of the question, it was ‘beneath me’ or so they said. “