Strangers in the Night

Now that it seemed they were both on the same page - or at least in the same book - Carmen relaxed even more, rubbing her shoulders to get more of the kinks out. She opened her mouth to speak, when she caught Korra out of the corner of her eye, trying her best to stay entertained and energized. Good to know she still had plenty of energy left. They'd all need it.

She had a quick snicker, then focused back on the iron woman sitting across from her. "With Korra, we did a verbal submission match - whoever submits first, through any means necessary, and acknowledges their defeat, is the loser. If the winner decides to accept their submission."

Carmen stood up and looked down at Kanda, with a careful eye. Inspecting. The allure was still there, but she was taking note of every curve. "For instance, I could get you down, entwine my legs with yours, spread you out in a grapevine and make you beg...but maybe I won't let you go. Maybe I'll explore your body. Experiment. See how it tastes. Maybe I'll let Korra come over, and from there..."

She let those words hang. The point had been made.

Kanda watched Carmen's eyes as they wandered over her body, almost able to read each place that they lingered in their bright reflections. She remained motionless now, save for the gentle rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed, as she listened to the Latina's reply. As the woman's words trailed off a tiny tug of muscle curled up the corner of Kanda's soft lips into a chilling smirk. "That's acceptable."

Rising demurely to her feet she looked down to the seated Carmen imperiously, "I assume you would like to settle this now. We can do this in the training ring, or if you prefer, there is a bed large enough to facilitate grappling." A graceful hand extended to brush through Carmen's hair as she spoke, brushing her fingertips over the ridge of one ear, and then back along the line of her jaw. "Most women prefer to beg me for mercy in private." Even with this less than veiled boast her tone remained perfectly calm, as if it was simply a matter of fact.

Carmen saw the slight smile on Kanda's face, and as this strange, stoic, strong woman ran her deft fingers across her own features, she took on a grin of her own. If there was ever any doubt in her mind, it was gone now: she was going to like this place.

"I've never fought on a bed before. I think I'll try that." It was her turn to rise now, standing to her full height. Kanda was by no means a small woman, but Carmen did have her beat by a couple of inches. Enough that, when she stepped forward and got in her face, she had to crane her neck downwards to keep their eyes properly locked. "I just hope the room has thick walls." She reached over and took one of Kanda's strands, rolling it around her finger, toying it like it was hers to play with. Which it would be."When you scream, when you moan, when you plead...I don't want to share any of that. It's just for me and Korra."

Carmen leaned in, closer and closer, turning her head as if she might take Kanda's mouth with a quick kiss - and the thought was tempting. Instead, she slid around the smaller woman and walked past, letting her hand graze along those toned, sweaty abs as she passed, resisting the urge to try and claim her right then and there. "I'll meet you there in five minutes." She gave Kanda one, final, heated glance, before looking forward once again, heading towards Korra. "Just need to change into something a little more appropriate."

Kanda's eyes remained fixed sharply upon Carmen as the larger woman stood to face her, staring up into her dark pools undaunted by the slight size difference. Behind the cool exterior Kanda was calculating the odds that she would come out of this on top. At the outset she had felt her chances were quite good, but with the shift to the bed those odds shifted away from her as kickboxing didn't translate well to grappling. Still, she had not-insubstantial skill and general fitness certainly didn't hurt either.

Silently she seemed to ignored the toying with her long, silken locks as she listened to Carmen's taunting. She did not inform her soon-to-be opponent that the walls here were not nearly as thick as they'd ought to be, especially for a hotel now populated with frisky hentai wrestlers. Thankfully, not all of them were screamers, but enough were to make sleep difficult most nights.

After confidently watching Carmen drift away, her own glance cold and prideful, she turned to methodically set about toweling down the exercise equipment she'd been using. It was only proper, after all.

Korra stood expectantly as Carmen moved away from Kanda, slipping an arm around her lover's waist just grateful to be in her company again. She had been, and still was, nervous about how the conversation had been going and it was reassuring to have Carmen back at her side again. Thinking critically about things, it was a little embarrassing how attached she'd grown to the Latina during their time together at the club, but critical thinking was never Korra's forte. "Do ya have something with you, or should we see if anyone has something for you to borrow?"

Carmen was a little surprised when Korra was so quick to embrace her - pleasantly surprised, but surprised. She had this exuberant, playful energy that was simultaneously adorable and sexy, and she got the distinct impression that the novelty of the situation was running away with her.

When the morning came and this was a memory and they had cooler heads, the two of them would have to a little discussion about their relationship, if such a thing even existed. For now, though, the focus was on fun.

Carmen wrapped her arms around Korra and shared in the embrace, pressing her thigh up between the Filipino’s legs. ”I did bring something, yes, but it’s fairly normal. Just my wrestling gear, my underwear. Hardly special.” She looked over at her bag with some regret. Fashion had never been her strongest suite, and while she did own a corset and some bondage wear, that wasn’t the sort of thing she’d ever fight in. Even a fight like this.

Carmen was quick to perk up, though, and pressed her forehead against Korra’s with a wicked grin. ”Pick something for me to wear. I want to see what you come up with. As long as it’s not completely ridicolous, I’ll go with it.”

Korra held gently onto Carmen as they spoke in soft tones, their lips only a few inches apart. She had only caught little bits of what was going on, but had gleaned enough to figure out the broad points of the plan. Part of her was actually excited about the idea of being part of the prize for this match, even if she wasn't participating. Though, really, it was sort of a win-win situation for her.

The thigh brushing up between her legs met with still damp cloth and drew a moan from her lips that was a little louder than she'd expected. She blushed scarlet when she heard Ping, who still stretched out nearby, giggle mutedly. "Mmm... uh, yeah, I think I have something for you. It's in my room... Cause, ya know, that's where I keep all of my clothes" She inwardly kicked herself for explaining where she kept her clothes, but she was a little distracted at the moment.

Carmen could have stood there all night, just embracing Korra and holding her and talking to her while the younger woman blushed and giggle. She wouldn’t get tired of it, she was certain. But, as much as she enjoyed pleasing the stunning beauty between her arms, Carmen knew she could do better. With Kanda under her command, she could drive Korra insane with lust, and she was anxious - so anxious - to see that.

”That’s where I put mine, too. We have so much in common.” Carmen had a quick chuckle and pulled away, just enough to flick Kora on the nose. ”Let’s go and get me changed then. Don’t want to make Kanda wait, do we?”

Carmen turned her lover around and egged her on with a quick spank and a kiss on the back of her neck.

Korra gave another little snicker as the older woman patronized her nervous blathering, her blush only deepening. Her smile only spread wider as Carmen flicked her nose playfully and made to continue with their night's adventure. Moving to take the lead she passed Carmen only to get swatted on the but causing her to hop slightly with a comical yelp.

They would slip back out into the hall only to find a stairwell at the far end. "So, like, no sexy nurse costume or anything? Right?" She spoke over her shoulder as she climbed the stairs, adopting a little extra swish of her hips as she knew they'd be positioned just in front of Carmen's as they ascended.

It went without saying, but Carmen very much appreciated the view as she followed after Korra. Judging from the way she was swinging her hips, almost reaching porn star levels, that was the general idea.

”A nurse outfit?” She took a moment to try and picture herself in one, and it wasn’t a bad image. She’d certainly worn less flattering attire. ”I suppose I wouldn’t mind that. Honestly, my main concern is mobility - just going off the way Kanda looks, keeping her down is going to be a serious task. She looks intense. Competitive. Focused." Carmen shook her head, remembering the iron gaze well. "Don’t need anything that slows me down. Not with her.”

Carmen went silent for a second, then chimed back in. ”You have a sexy nurse outfit, though? From your foxy boxing days or...” She leaned in closer as they reached the top of the stairs. ”Something a little more recent?”

Korra stopped at the top of the stairs, one foot on the landing, and looked back over her shoulder with a playful smile in her dark eyes. "A girl needs to keep some secrets, doesn't she? What fun would torturing me be if I didn't have anything to confess?" Smirking she moved fully into the upper hall and continued down to a door labeled "69G". In fact, every door in sight was designated 69... a profoundly immature joke on Lily's part.

"But, no, I think I've got something more suited to a bed match for you..." Turning the handle she paused, "Uh, excuse the mess. I don't usually take people back here." Not that she'd been in country for long, but she really hadn't been expecting company just yet.