Burning Sands

A Legend of Korra thingy for Rabolin Week 2013

By

EvilFuzzy9

A/N: Woken up by a stuffy nose. Couldn't get back to sleep. Blarg.

Prompt Four:

COSTUME PARTY

There were few parties like a good old fashiodned masquerade. Attendants would spend the entirety of the party masked, at the very least, and often in some form of costume. Only at the umasking hour, at the end of the party, would these fanciful vizards come finally off.

The romanticizing of the masquerade is an old tradition. Coincidences of love are not at all uncommon in such tales as are woven of masquerade parties and the couplings which occur thereat, and to say that lovers new and old alike have met at such events, at least in stories, would be like saying the sky is blue, or conflict is the source of drama. It is, as a trope, almost self-evident in such tales.

This, here, is no exception.

President Raiko was hosting a masquerade ball for the social elite of Republic City. Everyone from heads of industry to pro athletes to entertainment icons were present, and there was no shortage of either champagne or flirtation.

Bolin wore a mask loosely derived from ceremonial Water Tribe war helmets to go with his costume as Nuktuk, Hero of the South! A lupine vizard or blue and white, it was about as accurate to actual Water Tribe fashions as the rest of Bolin's attire as Nuktuk, which is to say only superficially, and just barely even then. He had a glass of what he assumed to be juice in his hand, and a trio of lovely ladies hanging onto his every word as he recounted the harrowing exploits of the (wholly fictional) character he played in Varrick's movers.

The ladies had come up to him halfway through the party, and Bolin had been admittedly quite taken with their attire. It seemed that masquerades were as much an excuse for ladies to flaunt their stuff as it was for both genders to get drunk and have anonymous sex. (Bolin was only vaguely aware of this last part)

One wore a simple blue mask with a crescent moon upon the brow. She was dressed in a tight fitting blue silk dress that hugged her figure in all of the right places, but otherwise revealed very little, with a conservative neckline and long, billowing skirt. Her slender, modest form was modestly curved where appropriate. She introduced herself as Sapphire.

Another of the three ladies was clad in a scandalously small scarlet cheongsam, which was low at the neck and high at the legs. The slits in the sides went up well past her thighs, and even the lowest part of the dress' hem didn't come anywhere near her knees. She had a fair amount of cleavage exposed by the cutout neckline, and her figure was decidedly titillating. She introduced herself as Ruby.

The last wore a green dress, not as revealing as Ruby's, but also not as conservative as Sapphire's. The neckline accentuated the generous cleavage of a wide, solid body. and the skirt went down to her ankles. A badger-mole pendant hung just above her heaving bosom, and a feathered mask hid the upper part of her face. Of the three, she had the most noticeably solid frame, and this the most also to work with. She introduced herself as Emerald.

These ladies, of course, were Umi, Adi, and Ula of the Red Sands Rabaroos, respectively, but Bolin did not guess this. He had a feeling a vague familiarity as he spoke to them, of course, but he brushed it off as mere deja vu.

All night long, Bolin found himself entertaining these three lovely ladies, and they appeared to greatly enjoy his tales. They clung to him tightly hour after hour, flirting with him so obviously that even a blind man could have seen it.

"My, what big muscles you have."

"Mm, your arms look so strong..."

"Your body feels so big and hard ❤"

And they were quite immodest with entering and staying in his personal space, casually and subtly pressing their bodies into his as he spoke. They smelt faintly of wine, and so did Bolin, and while none of them were perhaps drunk, there were nonetheless certainly no nonalcoholic drinks – save water alone – being served there.

Bolin danced more than once with each of the three girls, but Ula (or Emerald, as he knew her here and now) was perhaps the most enthusiastic about tangling with him. She was not afraid to make her dance partner plant his hand squarely on her generous and shapely behind, and she did not hesitate to lean close into his chest, pressing her own sizable bosom into his well-muscled torso. In the heat of the moment, dancing to the music and emboldened by the relative anonymity, she even stole a kiss or two from surprisingly soft lips.

She knew full well who her dance partner was. Even if Bolin didn't recognize them, Ula and her teammates could easily pick the mild mannered goof out of any crowd.

That was half the fun of masquerade balls.

A/N: This one is shorter, but this is just all I could get out of it.

Updated: 10-31-13

TTFN and R&R!

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