Premise: Mai and Yuri get wound up on the topic of which 'goods' provide the better "advantage".
"Oh yeah, that reminds me – Yuri, you gotta stop with the videos of you flexing your ass."
King had to stop herself from choking to death on her drink in the middle of Pao Pao as soon as she heard Mai casually confront Yuri about... whatever that was.
"W-what do you mean by that?" asked Yuri, naive and confused.
"The Snapchat stuff, that's what I mean," Mai responded, a hand plucking some of the finger-food off her plate.
"I'm just saying, I don't think anyone would want to be caught in public watching you stretch your cheeks every which way."
"Y-you mean me showing my 'progress'?"
"I don't think you're able to accurately record your 'progress' by just straight up sitting on a scale."
Yuri's selfconsciousness was slowly getting the better of her, as she wrapped an arm between her butt and the seat it was planted on. "I-I gotta have a strong bumper for how I fight; I mean, how else am I gonna be considered a 'Weapon of Ass Destruction'?"
"I can't say I'm not guilty of a heavy trunk myself, but..." Mai leaned deeply against the table. "If you want my personal opinion; it's not just about catching someone offguard – but making sure they don't keep up their guard."
Yuri looked down perhaps too low on the ninja babe's body, and she instinctively repositioned it over her own 'inferior' chest as a result.
She started to stutter, "W-well... I-I don't see you posting yourself flexing your boobs where people can see..."
Mai scoffed. "That's less subtle, that's OnlyFans stuff; I may wear less clothes than either of you, but I still got 'class' – and some smarts when it comes to luring 'the boys' in."
"But when a girl just straight up throws her butt at your face without you asking, wouldn't you be even more off your guard?"
Yuri was starting to rise from her seat, hands on the table. Not long after, she was followed by Mai, in a slow ease into literally butting heads.
"What if it doesn't? Then you just wasted some of your momentum...!"
"I'm kinda smaller – I think I get more momentum throwing myself around than you would."
"Y-you're just... m-making stuff up, aren't you, Yuri?!"
"I might be...!"
It basically became like watching a ping-pong match, from King's point of view – because her eyes were darting from left to right, back to left, with every second that passed.
Until the wall of 'audience point of view' for her suddenly broke down, the moment the two arguing parties decided to find the answer from a third-party.
"King!"
The two simultaneously shifting their focus – and their voices – towards the blonde bartender left her nearly slipping off her chair, and that semi-hard drink slipping out her nostrils.
Yuri said, "We gotta value our friendship – so we have to settle this quick."
"You're the deciding vote here, Kingy," Mai declared. "What's the stronger asset – boobs or butt?"
King didn't need to fully climb back up from beneath the table to get too much of an earful of what was probably the most ridiculous question she had ever heard from her friends.
Now she was plopped in the center, basically forced to decide between friends over goddamn curves on a body.
What to do, with such an odd predicament?
"Arms."
Nothing, apparently.
At the sound of a new challenger voicing out, all three of KoF's 'OG Queens' turned towards the direction of where King was seated...
...towards Blue Mary, whose chair faced back-to-back with the bartender as she stared halfway towards the three, her right arm casually tightened into a flex to showcase her comparatively better-shaped arms.
"It's not about plumpness, ladies – it's about being fit. By the way, this argument is fucking stupid."
That comment wouldn't have stopped Mai or Yuri moments earlier, but what changed here was what they realized – that they were still doing this in public, in the middle of the cafe, where people can clearly hear the ladies making asses (and tits) out of themselves.
Not to mention, what made things slightly more awkward for the ladies, was that alongside Mary, was the whole trio of men that made up the classic and nigh-unbreakable Fatal Fury Team in the KoF tournaments:
Terry committed to a shrug, as though to say 'She's kinda right...'
Joe was too interested in eating his plate of fried alligator chunks to fully care.
As for Andy – well, he proved he was in support of his lover, in even the most ridiculous of situations.
"If it makes you feel better, Mai; I'm on 'Team Breasts'."
The 'Boobs vs. Butt' argument was permanently closed after that night...
By the way – all because of Yuri's Snapchat.
