Sweat covers her body as she moves in such a grace that Asami can't keep her eyes off of her, not that she would want to, of course. She loves the way her body moves in reaction to every advance, and watching her muscles swell with every breath. A bead of sweat falls down the middle of her brow as she takes slow heaving breaths to pace herself, the inexplicable sense of satisfaction and adrenaline consumes them both. Its Korra's first arena event fighting for the Sato House. Which means this match is purely for the entertainment of the spectators and not for punishment, which also means she has to make the match last, since she is no longer serving out her criminal sentence. She doesn't mind it either she always needs the challenge, otherwise what would be the point in letting this go on for so long.

Even after the last incident, the arena is filled with its lively patrons and it's usual atmosphere of malicious animosity towards, literally, everyone. Most of that malicious energy however is coming from the sickeningly chum group in their boxed off area. To any passers by, their conversations seem elegant and rich with language, but to a person who would actually listen would know that this is no conversation but rather a show of arms. Attacking eachothers pride with information they've gotten from spirits knows where and escalates the situation to a political dilemma. Lady Sato hates it; she despises the fictitious nature of her peers, so she avoids them at any cost. Today, however, she feels exceptionally smug around them, about having the Avatar perform in the arena for her… her house, that is.

By popular demand the Avatar fights an entire gladiator school of some bureaucrat from the west, alone. There's something about Korra that makes everyone want to compare her to an army. However, the moment she faults up, she's deemed weak. This match proves just the opposite. After fighting for a half an hour with the schools arrogant and the ones that resemble swine, she's narrowed the field down to a decent number of 10 against one. She's exhausted, and they know it. Her only option is to take them down using the least amount of energy as possible, minimizing her moves to two gestures a person, maximum. What's the best way to do that, have them come to you. She slumps her shoulders, drops her head and rests her hands on her knees. She waits for them to come close. They come in a bee line all at once. The first one she punches in the jugular followed by a slice of her blade to the back of the head, the second caught her momentum and was sliced to the torso. The next one she broke his arm and shattered his nose, the two after him were taken out by the same straight arm strike. She throws her sword at the next one closest, lands in his chest. She pulls it out slitting an approaching opponent's throat. She slides through the legs of the next one and slices his achilles tendon, stands blocking and again punching one in the throat slicing at his rib area and finally she steps into the last one's approach completely breaking his defense and is stabbing him in the stomach until he falls from her blade. The stadium is silent, then suddenly breaks out in a roar of cheers for her. Korra stands triumphant.

"Are you not entertained!" She yells into the stands. Asami is thoroughly pleased with her performance.

"Oh, I'm entertained alright." she says under rolling cheers of the crowd.

After the match the Avatar is escorted to a private chambers until the end of the event. There is to be another match held for the condemned and an aristocratic gladiator this evening. She is told to stay in the quarters until further notice. The room had a balcony that overlooked the city that stretches out to the bay. The room, is unlike any other room she's been in, its draped with traditional southern isle colors and similar furniture. Her heart aches for her home, infact the sight immediately has her think she's going to smell fish and kale noodles. The breeze creeps through the drapes with the smell of the ocean in its wake. There's a note on the stand next to a bed of assorted pillows.

"There's a bath waiting for you through that door" it says. Korra smirks, since her capture, she's had nothing, and now she's being treated like royalty. She drops her garb, but she doesn't go in the room right away, she walks around the room inspecting. What good is the room if you don't know what's in it?

On the other side of the chamber door there is a hesitant Asami. Exactly why she's hesitant she dares not ask, though she already knows the answer. The last time they were alone together she was dangerously close in giving in her resolve. If it were not for one of her servants that had come with the message about the days match, she's absolutely sure she would regret giving in. However, she regrets not giving in. Which teaches her a lesson: what ever decisions that have split, you will regret either side. So choose the side that you would least regret, and right now it's the wonderfully wrong side. Enough time has passed where Lady Sato assumes the Avatar is in her bath. She enters the room quietly to find a nude goddess leaning against the threshold of the balcony.

Asami almost turns around again, like she did back in the stables but she stops herself. Her excuse for modesty is just too damn embarrassing for herself now. She steps further into the room. Korra hears her approaching and turns her head with a welcoming smile.

"Domina." she says bowing her head.

"Korra."

"All this-"

"For you, yes." Asami glances over at Korra, her mouths gapes at the sight of her lustrous body in the evening sun. She feels goosebumps creeping from her forearm to the back of her neck.

"Why?" Korra asks looking at her with those impossibly blue eyes. Asami has to look away to keep from turning into a puddle.

"Do you think your skill is the only reason I chose you?"

"I know it's not." Korra turns her body toward her. She's teasing her. Asami accepts the challenge and fully turns her body to Korra.

"Besides the physical attraction, why else would I choose you?" they both scan over each other's bodies. Obviously Korra has left nothing to the imagination whereas Asami is wearing a loose tunic wrap. Korra's eyes narrow .

"My name."

"Yes, the Avatar. I assume you know where your name came from."

"Yes, but I don't understand why I have it." Asami nods and leads them the the cushioned area.

"Well, you, like the Avatar, are used as a symbol for the people and justice. The politicians gave you the name because it would give the citizens false hope. The politicians use it themselves to fuel their petty antics. They don't actually believe you can make a difference."

"And you do?" Asami nods stroking the silken pillows under her. Korra's eyes roll over Asami's body as she's splayed out in front of her. This woman is sending mixed signals. Before she was all shy, now she's practically put herself on a plate. Korra thought. Her mind keeps going back to that night in the stables. She lets a few moments pass.

"You know, you still haven't answered my question."

"And you still haven't taken your bath."

"Well I was hoping to have some company, if that was okay with Domina." Asami smirks at the suggestion. What have I gotten myself into. Asami thought.

Meanwhile:

The crowd rave for the performance to come. An infamous convict has been captured and been sentenced to fight for his life in the arena. An aristocrat's son has volunteered to receive the honor that comes with entering the arena as well as the glory of his name breaking through the waves of people.

The prisoner walks out onto the blacktop immediately presented with boos and rotted food thrown at his head. He has nothing. Barely any clothing if it could be called that. A large potato sack fashioned to be a makeshift tunic. His weapon, a rusted chain. The boy, however, is equipped with the best weaponry and protection money could buy. He runs around in around in circles receiving his appraisal from the crowd.

The match has begun. The man doesn't move, instead he drops his chain and waits for the boy. It wasn't a long wait considering the boys anxiousness for the match. He charges at the man sword held low and rises as he draws nearer. Then he stops. He's suddenly short of air. He drops to his knees as what seems to be a ball of wind surrounds his head. His eyes move to the back of his head as he chokes for air. In a matter of seconds he was dead. The man walks back inside the gates.

The audience falls silent for the second time today.

They sit across the spring from each other. Korra's surprised her Domina agreed to this, but Asami, more so.

"Domina, excuse my persistence, but I must know," Asami's expression drops but she nods to let Korra know to continue, "why do you resist yourself." Right then Asami's mind thought up at least three lies to excuse her flip floppery but there's something about Korra that she feels that she deserves the truth.

"I'm… terrified."

"Of me." Asami looks up at the woman and sees that her confidence has almost completely depleted. She quickly comes back.

"No, of course not you, but just getting to know you," now both of their guards are down, " I'm just terrified of losing someone, again." Asami's face begins to flush realizing what she's doing. She can't let her in, as much as she wants to, now just isn't the time.

A loud rapping comes to the door.

"Lady Sato, the arena is being evacuated there's a killer on the loose!" A panicked voice comes through the door.

They both hurry to their clothes and rush to put them on. Mako bursts through the door just as they've covered themselves. Their hair dripping wet and Asami's once loose tunic is now clinging to her body. Mako's face stiffens as he slowly backs out of the doorway. The two women follow him down the corridor.

"Mako, what's all this about?"

"The evening match… it-"

"Speak." Asami's commanding voice comes back.

"The son of Marinus was killed."

"Oh, spirits," she says under her breath. "who was the prisoner?"

"...Zaheer."


Alright it's shorter than I wanted but here it is. I did in fact get some dialogue from an old comic done by the then kyhu, which inspired me to even start writing this. I hope I answered some questions, and if I didn't answer fully it's okay I want it that way, it's much more fun to leak information over time. If it seems rushed it is, I am half dead rn so please enjoy, if not anything else.