Azula studied the warrior chained to the dungeon wall. The ornate battle dress was ripped and torn in dozens of places. It was barely serviceable as clothing let alone armor. Her eyes traced over the buckled metal plates, with intellectual detachment, and noted how the remaining fabric hung on her captive's frame. She was a fine specimen of warrior women. This particular Kyoshi certainly put up quite a fight before being put down. The last to fall, the only one to score blows upon the 'Dangerous Ladies'.

"They won't rape you; it is a capital offense," She gestured to the sad state of Suki's clothing. "Regardless, only female guards are allowed to handle the more...personal realities of prison life. And unlike the Earth Kingdom, we do not allow our armies to be weakened by the presence of deviants."

"What silly things you Fire-types obsess over," Suki replied voice dripping with scorn. "We've never turned away anyone willing to take up arms. It's why the Earth Kingdom has held you back for a hundred years, and we'll win even if it takes a hundred more," She added defiantly.

Azula only grinned condescendingly, "So you understand patriotism? A learned warrior; I like that. I was afraid you were just another one of those ignorant conscripted peasants. Well as one warrior to another, you are probably are aware that that battlefield intelligence is only worthwhile in the first seventy-two hours. Soldiers are never told anything truly valuable."

"Common knowledge on the frontlines," Suki noted; her tone cautious.

"So we can agree it's pointless to torture your subordinates," She could feel the golden-eyes studying her headdress, "On the other hand, you are an officer. Do not bother denying it." Azula's hands snatched the ornament from Suki's bloodied brow. The Fire Nation princess idly traced her fingernails along the etched designs as she paced about the room. "We shoulder the burden of command and the duties that go with it no matter how distasteful." The Princess allowed the piece to drop from her hands as she reached for one of the surgical knives hanging upon the wall. Suki whispered a prayer to the spirits. She could see her captor observing her via the polished blade.

"In our dojos, if a man permanently damages the face of a female sparring partner, he must marry her or face an Agni Kai." Azula remarked almost casually, as she examined the cutting edge. "If the marrying sage discovers the man scarred her on purpose, the consequences are..." The knife made a slicing motion at waist level. "Permanent."

Suki's eyes were affixed on the instrument of torture; she struggled to remain composed. "Quaint customs you've got here..."

"I won't scar that pretty face of yours either." With that, the tool was returned to its resting place. Azula held up her hands showing off the immaculately manicured nails. "I am a woman after all. Even those of us that live on the field of war still value our beauty." Suki's eyes widened in horror as lightning began to dance between the outstretched digits. Azula's voice became a husky whisper, "I'll leave no marks at all."