Splattered with mud, covered with dust, drenched with sweat, and her Orb's light glowing unusually weak and lackluster, Ahri is sure that "exhausted" would be an understatement for her present condition. Breathing a small quiet sigh of relief, the lithe and charming Nine-Tailed Fox quickly leaves the Summoner Circle she teleported to after her exceptionally tough match. As her smooth and shapely legs carry her across the room, Ahri's gaze focuses in on her Orb which carries the memory of the entire match inside it. Faint images flicker, then appear inside the Orb of Deception floating on one of her dust covered hands. Though it had been tiring, the match had been positively delightful. It had forced her to use every trick she's ever learned, and thankfully her summoner was smart enough to actually use her abilities wisely, especially her Charms. Skillful maneuvering also saved her from quite a beating after the other team decided to go after her directly, leaving her dirty and sore from the movement involved, but otherwise unharmed. She had been prepared for that ever painful sensation of death on the Field of Justice, but to her delight, she was never caught once by the opposing team. Now that she's able to think about it, Ahri realized throughout the entire match she was only ever directed towards charming female champions on the other team. Her summoner seemed to care about her charming female champions and her safety above all else.
"How silly of him," Ahri thinks to herself as she walks towards the exit of the large room, smiling inwardly. Maybe this was another man who wanted her developing human feelings, specifically her "affection". There have been quite a number of men desiring the same thing from her. She had only been a champion within the League for three months and already she had apparently gathered a small army of loyal fans and summoners. The summoners summoned her at first opportunity if the assembled team was lacking in magical abilities. There was always at least a small group of men outside trying to hand her flowers and silly gifts. She sometimes accepted the gifts, but threw them away later or right in front of them for entertainment. The men were flattering, and in some cases, the situations are quite funny, but Ahri is sure that the men would flee if they find out about what she craves from them. If they know anything, they do not know she still has her cravings for another living being's life essences. Her addiction is something the League had taught her to suppress, but in this case, the men's presences makes it hard for Ahri to control herself. The images of the match within her Orb fades off, replaced with a fleeting image of the past, causing Ahri to gently lick her soft and luscious lips. She could almost taste it, the taste of another being's life, and it makes her want to devour someone whole.
That mere and sudden thought of gorging herself upon someone's life essence sends shivers of fear and desire down her spine, causing Ahri to stop walking abruptly, her long and fluffy tails naturally spreading open behind her. Pulling her gaze away from her Orb, Ahri's thoughts turned towards her life before the League accepted her. The life that caused her endless pains, filled with cravings that nearly drove her mad, cravings that nearly caused her to lose control of herself. It had been only three human years since her transformation, those three years were more than that for her, maybe because of her limited lifespan when she was in her original form. Despite the dirty feeling Ahri feels from the mud and dust covering her body, she moves over to one of the large marble pillars holding up the large summoning chamber. Leaning her back against it, her fluffy tails cushioning her light body, she stares off into a dark part of the room unlit by torches or rune light, remembering.
It was still clear, that deep and hollow sense of loneliness, even after all this time, she feels something within. An incomplete void seeking to be filled. When she transformed that day, she remembers vividly the grass she laid upon, surrounded by a mass grave of men, and her Orb floating next to her, glowing softly. That overwhelming pleasure and sensation she experienced during her transformation was still tingling within her when she examined her new slender body. The joy she felt as she curiously examined, then moved, her lithe fingers over her own soft and pale skin, stroking her slim legs. She was laying there covered in sweat from her ecstasy, completely bare and exposed, with death around her. She remembers hearing her own soft and musical voice, giggling, and then laughing as she slowly realized what had occurred. Ahri recalls picking herself up and off the ground, a bit clumsily and awkwardly at first, but surely and gracefully thereafter. She remembers lifting up her Orb for the first time. It was weightless, she didn't know why she picked it up either, but it seemed natural, as if it was a part of her, giving her a sense of happiness and security as she held it close. It allowed her to catch a glimpse of that beautiful creature's reflection upon its reflective and glowing surface. The beautiful body with its slim and shapely legs, those delicate and soft hands, the large and luscious breasts covered in a sheen of sweat, and above all, the face with its delicate features and unnaturally seductive golden eyes, it all put her under a spell. As she reached out to touch the reflection, she realized it was herself she looked upon; her own unnaturally seductive and naked form had put her under its charm. She had moved her free hand up to her face, her long and slender fingers gliding across her soft cheek before moving down to her chin and neck, her golden eyes fixated upon her own reflection's movements shown on her Orb. She was about to continue down, feeling her new body, when Ahri felt it once more, that void. It had been with her throughout her life, the draining of a mage's life had provided a moment of exhilaration, masking it, helping her forget. As it began to return, she knew how to deal with it this time, she needed to replicate that sensation once more, to drain the essence of another being's life.
Lost in memories of the past, Ahri is suddenly brought back from her thoughts by the sounds of crackling teleportation magic and a multitude of voices. Blinking a few times, she looks over to the large space that is the Summoning Circle. It seems like the summoners and Champions that had been summoned for the match have finally exited the Field of Justice as one of Ahri's ears twitches at the sound of post match talks. There seems to be some particularly enraged voices, quite normal, but annoying as always, especially one of the other team's summoners, his voice is loud and whiny as Ahri spots the offending source of the voice. A small robed excuse of a man whose summoner robe seems two sizes too big, the hooded figure seems to be the one who was controlling that midget of a mage.
"You incompetent idiots, get out of my sight! Not one of you could catch that fox! You know my role! I'm supposed to stay in the back to deal damage! If I get killed by hmmm, I don't know, a large breasted fox of a woman, of COURSE you all do next to no damage!" That voice, along with all the rage within it made Ahri smirk slightly as she watches the angry summoner fume at his teammates. There's another crackling sound as the Champions themselves teleport into the summoning room. Being fairly new within the League, Ahri had chosen to teleport back into the summoning room earlier than the others, she wasn't really the one for small talk with her teammates after a match. As the lights from the portals fade off, there's the sound of feet scuffling, then a large metallic "SMACK" sound followed by a yelp. To Ahri's delight, the source of that yelp came from the annoying and whiny summoner, who seems to have been hit in the back of the head by a metal staff with a black crystal adorning the top. The staff belonging to the same dark Yordle mage she had managed to kill several times during the match, who, if she recalled correctly, called himself the Tiny Master of Evil.
"You incompetent excuse of a wizard," the Yordle fumes, smacking the summoner several more times with his staff, a blow to the shin and groin causing the summoner to drop to the ground in pain, "don't you ever summon me again!" The sound of kicking follows as everyone in the room turns to stare at the scene occurring.
"Once I have dominated every city-state in Valoran, imbeciles like YOU will be the first on my torture list!" The Yordle continued to curse and yell at the huddled up summoner, who was begging for his fellow summoners to assist him. Suddenly, sounds of footsteps approaches as two broad shouldered and red-cloaked summoners walked into the room, ignoring Ahri as they go past her. They head directly towards the Summoning Circle where the commotion is unfolding. With calm and unusual ease, the two League enforcers entrap the still rambling Yordle dark wizard within a magical stasis cell and promptly dragged him out with them. Ahri giggles as she remembers the numerous insults and threats the Yordle had hurled at her throughout the match, not unlike the ones he had been yelling at the summoner just a few moments ago. To her, those words were empty and annoying, as she had been able to avoid and set not just the Yordle, but most of the entire enemy team alight with her Fox Fire during the match. What had annoyed her most was that when she was feeling the rush and joys of chaotic team fights, her summoner continuously pulled her out when he assumed she was in danger.
"Still, that was cute in a way I guess, and he kept that pesky and crazy Yordle from blasting me with dark magic." Biting down on her lower lip gently, Ahri felt the bothersome and growing human feelings of gratitude well up inside of her, like she should give something. It made her want to give the summoner a well deserved kiss on the cheek. She gave a small sigh and thought about it for a moment. The League had told her that if she experienced anything she considered human, she should give it a try at least once. Giving out a kiss of gratitude was definitely on that list, something she's never done before, and there have been numerous matches like this as well, where she hasn't been killed once. Then why did she feel the need to give a gesture of gratitude now? The only difference with this one was that the summoner had somewhat amused her with his preference to only target female Champions. Ahri looked towards the exit of the summoning chamber she stood in, contemplating whether to slink out quietly or to try and satisfy that human emotion she felt within her chest. Her Orb glowed with a lackluster light for a few moments before brightening a bit, which was when Ahri made up her mind.
Turning around suddenly, the movement causing her fluffy but dirtied tails to envelope around her slim body temporarily, she faces the large summoning room in which the summoners stood during the matches. Scanning the room for any hooded figures not talking to champions her ears twitch slightly as she filters out voices, listening carefully for compliments and laughter which are what usually occurs within the victorious team after a tough match. Ahri's sensitive ears immediately pick up two voices giving out flattering compliments. Following the voices, and ignoring the dirt on her body, she straightens up a bit before proceeding towards the Summoning Circle once more. Moving both gracefully and quietly, Ahri slips past two summoners conversing with their Champions. Well, one of them was conversing anyways; the other one simply seemed to be staring at his Champion, a blue haired and fair young lady dressed in a long and flowing blue dress. If Ahri recalls correctly, her name is Sona, and she did a particularly nice job in helping her escape some tricky situations with those songs she plays. Ahri can't say she likes Sona, but there is a certain thing about the Maven of Strings, maybe it was the fact that Ahri enjoys the melodies coming from that strange instrument floating close by. Despite Sona's unusual air of calm as Ahri watches her "talk" with her summoner, she can see the dust and mud splattered on the flowing blue dress the Maven of Strings wears. Come to think of it, Sona also avoided death numerous times during the match, having only been slain once near the beginning. If that's the case, then Ahri is sure Sona is equally as exhausted as she is. For a split second, Ahri's mind roams back to her exhilarating match, and several close calls involving a certain melodic song or two helping her escape. Blinking for a few moments, Ahri pushes those thoughts away.
"No need to think about her or the match right now anyways," Ahri thinks to herself, shaking her head a little as she moves past the group towards a slightly larger group. She can see the man, the summoner who had called upon her; he seems to be backed up into a pillar while two other summoners are laughing and continuously slapping him on the back or patting him on the shoulder. There aren't many Champions around, as most of them probably entered a secondary portal on the Field of Justice, which would transport them to where they previously were just as they were summoned. Those that do return to the summoning room usually have some business to settle with their summoner, like that crazy Yordle, or to talk for a few moments. For Ahri, she always returns to the Summoning Circle solely because of the various services outside of the chamber itself. There are accommodations located outside of the summoning chamber, a portal room allowing for teleportation to nearly any part of Valoran, and one private chamber she looks particularly forward to. Shaking her tails lightly in an effort to look presentable, Ahri slows down as she approaches the group of three summoners, who don't seem to have noticed her quite yet.
"And remember the part where he had that fox Charm Riven straight into the brush where all our Champions were hiding? We completely knocked her out before she could react!" One of the summoners exclaims loudly, chuckling and then patting the cornered summoner on the back.
"Completely got rid of their other stunner, and Veigar was on the other side of the field during that team fight." The other summoner continued on, nodding his approval. Ahri gently steps forward, still unnoticed by the group, listening in on their conversation. Her ears twitchs from the loud noises the other two summoners are producing.
"The way you moved that fox, I tell you, she'll definitely be happy about it. Come to think of it, you think she noticed that you only charmed chicks through the whole match?" The loud summoner moves in and nudges the cornered man with his elbow, his hood blocking his face, but Ahri is sure that the summoner is winking. The cornered summoner himself looks seemingly red with embarrassment, Ahri can see his face clearly, the hood of the man's robe having been taken off. She finds the embarrassed look on the young man's face quite entertaining. The man's eyes continue to move down, looking at the floor, then back up at the two summoners speaking to him. As Ahri moves closer to the group, the cornered summoner's eyes look over towards her, first with a relieved look as if expecting her to be his rescuer from the two loud talkers, then changing again as he realizes who she is. Ahri smiles mischievously as the man's eyes widen, there is a hint of panic and terror in his eyes as she tilts her head slightly, her golden eyes meeting his dark blue ones. The two summoners seem to have noticed the change on the man's face as well as they look back behind them to see what caused his the reaction. Ahri stops right in front of the group, her still dirtied tails spreading out behind her. She's sure her dirt and dust covered appearance is less than ideal, but she doesn't care much, not at this moment. Gently, she wills her Orb to float over towards another pillar close by so it won't get in the way during her little bout of fun with her summoner. The cornered man seems to be trying to crawl up the pillar behind him as Ahri coughs gently and clears her throat with a small "ahem". The two other summoners quickly look at each other, then at the summoner behind them, who's busy trying to claw his way up the pillar. Both the men let out an "oooooh" before quickly stepping aside for Ahri.
"Hello there summoner," Ahri greets the man in front of her with a practiced voice, soft and gentle, with a seductive hint of need for the man. She's used this voice many times before, and the reactions are always similar. The summoner in front of her immediately stops moving, his eyes shifting slowly over to meet her own. Stepping towards the summoner, Ahri examines him closely, her eyes wandering up and down. If she recalls correctly, the human term for what she's doing would be "checking out". He doesn't look bad at all, despite most of his body being hidden by his summoner robe; he seems well proportioned and strong, quite tall as well. Ahri lets out a small and melodic giggle, followed by a seductive grin as she watches the man squirm.
"Now, now, summoner, why are you so red? Straighten up a bit, I won't bite, much. And sorry about the mud, you seemed to have gotten me…dirty, during the match" She steps forward again, closing the distance between herself and the summoner, who immediately straightens up. One of Ahri's ears twitches slightly as she hears the two summoners behind her snicker.
"That's much better summoner. Now, do you know why I'm here?" Ahri's golden eyes continue to gaze into the man's eyes. She knows she's very close, too close for the man's comfort as his breathing becomes heavy, unsteady. She's sure the man will be unable to muster up an answer to her question, but to her surprise, he gives one.
"N-n-no…but I th-think it has something t-to do with h-how I controlled y-you…?" The man stammers, his eyes traveling between Ahri's eyes, then, she was quite sure, down to her breasts, and then back up to her eyes. Beads of sweat are forming on his face as he swallows visibly. The summoner seems to be struggling to maintain his calm, his voice shaky with strain, something Ahri finds cute in a way. His answer also causes Ahri to blink momentarily with surprise, but she quickly recovers and resumes her assault.
"Impressive" Ahri muses, "He's actually managing to talk." Moving one of her fluffy tails forward, she brushes the man's cheek with her tail's furry tip, causing him to exhale loudly. He's like clay in her hands, so malleable, Ahri is sure she can make him do anything if she pulls the right levers.
"Well then," she thought to herself for a moment, "shall we?" Breathing in deeply, and trying to ignore the scent of the perspiring summoner, Ahri presses her entire self up against him. Brushing one of her smooth legs against his thigh, she lets out a quiet and satisfied sigh, closing her eyes. Her large and luscious breasts pressed against the man's heaving chest as she leans in, her arms wrapping around the man. The palm of her hands touch upon the pillar behind him. Ahri lets out a soft and content "mmmm" as her sensitive nipples pressed up in between herself and the summoner, causing her soft buds to tingle with a small pleasure, a nice small reward. It's sensations like those that add to the excitement and satisfaction of her seductions, and she's sure that nothing, aside from draining someone's life essence, feels better. Opening her eyes after a moment, Ahri looks back up at the man, whose eyes are so wide they look like they would pop out of his head, causing her to smile devilishly. Biting her lower lip for a moment, her golden eyes staring at him with a look she had been told looks innocent, she thinks of her next move. After a few moments, Ahri stands up on tiptoe, her face moving up towards the side of the man's face, leaning in to whisper something.
"You're right, summoner," Ahri whispered against his ear "you used me well, and not many have done that." She makes sure he can feel her breath on his ear, intentionally exhaling with a bit of force, letting the hot air from her melodic breaths tease him. She also makes sure her emphasis on the word "used" contained a seductive undertone; she knows even the smallest of details can set off different reactions. The summoner's reaction doesn't disappoint her, as he let out a small groan followed by even more uncomfortable shifting, the movement causing the man to rub against her soft breasts and nipples. All this control and sway she holds over the man, she loves it, and it sends tingles of anticipation down her back, causing her to breathe faster. Ahri thought about why she had not tried this before, this was fun, and she had not had fun in a while aside from the occasional tough match. Maybe it's because of her fear that if she does something like this, she might lose control of her own inner desire and revert back to her state of addiction, which caused her constant pains. But this situation is proving her wrong; Ahri feels the complete control she has over not just herself, but the man trembling against her. She's never gone this far before in her seductions, if she had been in her desire-pursuing state, she would have drained him of his life by now, this is new and exciting. Her pulse is racing, and Ahri's sensitive ears twitch as they pick up its fast beating within her, in fact, her entire body can feel her heart's heavy beating.
"Think of this as a gift from me for a job well done summoner," Ahri breathed into his ear, her voice carried on by her small and warm breaths. Maintaining a calm look is difficult, to say the least, but she finds herself persevering. Licking the man's earlobe with the tip of her warm and wet tongue, Ahri lowers herself slightly, tracing her tongue over the man's skin. To her slight annoyance, she tastes his sweat on the tip of her tongue, causing her to quickly pull her tongue back. She nearly makes a face at the tangy taste, but catches herself in time. And luckily for her, the summoner is too entranced to notice the pause. Moving one of her hands up and touching his cheek with a slender finger, Ahri traces her finger along the small and glistening trail of saliva her tongue had made. Reaching the end of the trail, she cups the man's cheek gently with her warm hand. Her golden eyes look towards the summoner's eyes again as she hears him exhale harshly at her hand's delicate touch. She seems to have gone a bit too far, as the summoner looks like he's on the verge of passing out from holding his breath too long, his crimson face turning purple. Grinning, she swiftly leans up to his other cheek, standing on tiptoe again, her luscious lips brushing against his skin as she plants a long and gentle kiss on his cheek. After a moment, she stops, giving the man a small lick to the cheek before standing on the marble floor firmly again.
"It's my thanks to you, even though you were a bit silly with your…preferences." Ahri smiles softly and seductively as she speaks. She feels a satisfaction from deep within herself, like she had been on an adventure. Her entire body relaxes now that all the excitement is over. Happily, Ahri assumes she can finally go and clean off all the dirt and dust on her without another silly human emotion popping out of nowhere. She imagines the nice and soothing water surrounding her slim body, a nice and hot bath that will help her drift off. It's during her thoughts when Ahri feels something else, something physical and hard, poking her inner thigh. Pushing herself away from the still panting summoner, Ahri steps back gently, examining her summoner's body. Her eyes settle upon what looks to be a staff or wand pushing against her summoner's lower robes. The hard protrusion seems to be what had poked against her inner thigh.
"That's strange…" Ahri muses, "I'm sure that wasn't there before…" Her smile is replaced by a look of curiosity as she gazes at the bump, her mind lost in thought as she tries to think of what it could be. Loud bursts of laughter that causes her ears to twitch interrupt Ahri's thoughts, rather rudely as well, as she glances behind her. The two summoners behind her she nearly forgot about were pointing and laughing, doubling over as they strained to speak coherently.
"S-s-someone….HAHAHA, seems to have g-gotten…excited…t-too much for you?" One of the summoners howled, pointing at the bump showing on Ahri's summoner's lower robes. Picking up the bump is a source of embarrassment; Ahri immediately changes her expressions, giggling lightly as she looks at her summoner. The man's expressions seems to be a mix between horror, embarrassment, and oddly enough, desire. The look of desire she only encounters when she baits a man during her seductions.
"What do we have here?" Ahri inquires, masking her curiosity under a teasing tone, her eyes gazing over the bump. One of her fluffy tails moves over and points at it. Her summoner seems to be having trouble getting air as he tries to respond. His reaction to her gaze gives Ahri an idea. If he's so responsive to even her most minute actions, she wonders what would happen if she gives him another small push. Gazing upon the bump, Ahri suddenly gives out a small melodic sigh, followed with a light lick of her lower lips, making sure her golden eyes meet with the summoner's. His reaction causes Ahri to giggle again as the man's jaw drop, his entire body shaking as sweat runs down his face. He seems to want to run, but is unable, or unwilling to at the same time. It seems to her she had milked just about every last drop of entertainment from the man, as he seems unable to speak anymore, but what happens next surprises her once more.
The summoner swallows as he stutters an answer.
"I-i-it's n-not what y-you think! I s-swear! Y-you were j-ju-"
"I think he was thinking about "PLAYING" with you!" One of the summoners behind Ahri roars. His laughter, along with his friend's, echo throughout the summoning chamber. Ahri thought for a moment as to what the man could mean by "playing", the way he said it gave it an obviously different meaning. She also finds herself impressed her summoner is still able to talk despite her constant assault; for her, in a strange way, it's alluring. Her thoughts quickly refocus as her summoner squirms against the pillar behind his back, trying to slink off. Not one to let such easy prey and fun get away, Ahri steps forward towards her summoner again, causing him to stiffen.
"How tempting," she purrs, tilting her head to the side slightly as her eyes gaze into her summoner's. "But, if you'd like to play with me, you'd better be sure you know the game." The man responds with a small and barely noticeable nod, his mouth opens but no sounds come out.
With that, Ahri feels she's finally able to leave this interesting little conversation. Turning around gracefully, causing her long and fluffy tails to wrap around her slim form momentarily, she walks past the two summoners who are still laughing, although much more quietly now. Looking over to where she had sent her Orb, Ahri stretches out her right arm, willing the glowing clear blue sphere to gently float over to her open hand. Giving her Orb a quick glance, Ahri smirks contently as she watches the scene of herself giving her summoner "thanks" play across its translucent surface. She's starting to consider doing something like this more often. Maybe if she "thanked" her various summoners like that after an exciting match she may see her abilities used properly on more occasions. Then again, it might end up with her covered in dust and mud, but that isn't so bad either. It gives her the chance to relax, to soothe her body and mind in a nice hot bath or Ionian hot spring. Just as Ahri is busy contently anticipating the relaxation to come, a familiar voice, quite close, cuts through her thoughts.
"M-miss A-Ahri! Wait, please! I have to…w-want to a-ask you something!" It's her summoner's voice, and he seems to be right behind her. Slightly annoyed and surprised for a third time the man managed to calm down enough to talk, Ahri stops and turns around slowly. Her tails fan open behind her slim frame once more as she looks at the summoner, who seems to have freed himself from the pillar he had been glued to.
"Oh? What would that be?" she asks, her voice maintaining the same teasing undertone she had used earlier.
"W-would you…" her summoner seems unsure of himself as he looks down for a moment, but quickly looks back up, his dark blue eyes gazing intently into her golden ones. "Would you please go out and…have some lunch with me…sometime… tomorrow?"
Ahri's expression changes to one of surprise momentarily, her eyes widening. This is unexpected, something no one has ever asked of her. Quickly, masking her surprise with a giggle, Ahri looks back at the man standing there, considering. She's already tried something new today, so she doesn't see the need to go any further, but there's something about this human. Something that draws her to him, something that makes her want to give him a chance.
"How bold of you, summoner, but I will have to turn you down," Ahri says softly, her eyes watching the summoner's interesting crestfallen expressions. "For tomorrow that is, I'm a bit tired from all the fun I had today." Immediately, the man looks back up, his eyes wide with disbelief and happiness.
"I'll give a little bit of my time to you, if you can do something for me summoner," Ahri continues, giving him a small grin. One of her tails brushes up against one of his hands. "Are you up to the task?"
"Of course, anything you want! I'll do it!" the man blurts out. Quite an eager one for a human, Ahri wonders if he would really do "anything" she wants. Moving forward slightly, closing the gap between them, Ahri holds up her Orb to her summoner's face. Images of the match she had been through flickers across the Orb's surface.
"Give me another exhilarating match within the next seven days then summoner. If you do that, maybe we can arrange a nice little lunch where you can," Ahri pauses for a moment, biting her lower lip gently, before leaning in and whispering quietly, "indulge me."
Her summoner once again exhales loudly as Ahri steps back. Breathing in deeply, the man manages to nod his head and give a reply. "I w-will, do m-my best then! Within the next seven days, I will give you a match like no other! I s-swear it!"
"We'll see within seven days then. Don't disappoint, summoner…" Turning around, Ahri smiles as her lithe legs quickly carry her towards the exit, giving the man no time to respond again. Sighing contently and recalling the hectic and chaotically fun fights in which she had to go through, Ahri wondered if that summoner would be able to pull off something similar or better than that. It's still slightly annoying though, why are her thoughts constantly wandering back over to that summoner? Walking a bit faster, Ahri quickly reaches the exit of the large summoning chamber, the runic doors swinging open for her, allowing her to walk through. Immediately, she ends up in a well lit and spacious chamber, with numerous doors leading to various rooms filled with special accommodations within the Institute of War.
Closing her eyes momentarily as they adjust to the brightness of the chamber, Ahri recollects her thoughts. The last thing she had been really thinking about was a nice hot bath to soothe her sore body. Opening her eyes, Ahri looks at the door leading to the spacious and hot private bathes that the Institute offered to the Champions within the League. Usually they're always empty, something Ahri prefers. Most Champions chose to return to their affairs right after a match, taking the secondary portals on the Fields of Justice back to wherever they were and leaving services like the bathes largely unused. However Ahri golden eyes quickly notices something. It seems the bathes are actually being used today. The trail of dirt and mud leading from where she stands all the way to the entrance of the bath makes things quite obvious. One of Ahri's ears twitches as she walks over towards the entrance of the bathes, straining to listen for the sound of someone else inside. It somewhat annoys her to share such a private relaxation moment with someone else, but then again, it may be a male Champion, who, in that case, would be in another chamber separate from the females'. Ahri can't hear anything at all over the loud sound of rushing water. Still, she's sure someone is inside, and if that were the case, she can simply head over to another room which would teleport her back to Ionia. There, she can go to one of the many numerous secret hot springs she knows of and enjoy a bath. But it would require a bit more movement from her already sore body.
"What to do…" Ahri sighs to herself, the bathes, with someone already in there? Or the hot springs, which would require her to strain tired body a bit more just so she can be alone.
Decisions, oh silly decisions.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Hello and good day to you all! I took me five days of work to get through this one chapter, so I hope you all enjoyed it! My appreciations for you if you take your time to review and help me make a decision on where our foxy (I see wut I did thar!) heroine should have a bath. This is also my first fanfiction release EVAR, so I cross my fingers and hope I did well!
UPDATE: Changed the formatting for the wording a bit because everything in past tense causes me confusion and it's a bad writing habit.
