Mako's eyes were filled with more emotions that Korra had ever seen. He looked angry, like he could burn the skin off her body. He looked depressed, as if he wanted to die himself. She had no idea how to react. Yet, she was almost glad he had witnessed the steamy scene between her and Tahno, to show him what Asami wouldn't give him. Korra was prepared to tell him the way that Tahno had touched her, pleasured her, and given her the chance to do it all again.
But before she could open her mouth, Mako spoke up.
"Don't lie, don't try to pretend that he wasn't in there. Did you really believe you could get away with this? You thought it was okay to do that with him…how stupid can you be Korra! He took advantage of your weak side."
No, thought Korra. He hadn't taken advantage of her. She had wanted it all along, secretly. She wanted to be alone with the mysterious, older man. He knew so many things that she hadn't.
"At least he taught me something Mako. You don't want me, he does," stated Korra flatly.
"If you would just think about how many other girls he's done that to…," he sighed," I won't tell Bolin until after the tournament tommrow. I want him to have a clear head. Show up tomorrow on time for practice." He walked down the hall and faded into the darkness. Mako paused at the near the door to his room, and a tear slid from his eye. He turned the handle.
In the hallway, Korra fumed. Mako didn't know anything! He hadn't done what she had done, he was jealous. He was downright jealous that Tahno had been the first to gaze upon Korra's body, and touched her fragile skin.
"I'll show him," said Korra to herself.
Tahno lay in his bed across the road from the Noodle House. He sighed a long, deep and happy sigh. He stared out towards the room and was feeling fulfilled towards his success that night. But, he wasn't done yet. His servant walked through the open sliding screen to his grand bedroom. He scurried over to the curtains, closing them quickly, and then trying to hurry back out before Tahno could pick on him.
"Wait, Sir," he said, reaching his hand out toward him," I need you to contact the Korra the avatar, send her a message for me will you?"
"Master Tahno, is this to one of women you invite over during the week?" replied the servant describing the fan girls that would show up in Tahno's arms after almost every pro-bending match.
"No, no…this is for someone that is very special. She owes me something. I'm tutoring her at the moment, and she's been very bad. I'm going to invite her to the house in the morning. I need to teach her a… lesson." Tahno rolled over in his bed and closed his eyes that were covered in a black, charcoal liner. His dreams were filled with the thoughts of what would happen tomorrow once he dismissed his servents for the day, and took Korra home.