Battle of the Shadow Furries

"It's hot enough, I'm fine just... trying to relax is all," she says in response to him. Her breasts mushroomed up against her chest, barely hid as she moved her knees close to herself. Being well versed in the Takibi arts, fire was of no concern to her at all for the most part, a little heat being a simple nuisance at the worst and and soothing at best.

He couldn't hide the small across his greyish face from the after effect her knees and water doing to her assets as he stood in front of her, scratching his nose and mustering a conversation. "Sooo....How do you like your stay so far? Not a 5 star hotel but looks like authentic cozy resort"

The wind started kicking a bit giving the place a mild cold taste.

"Though you are an enemy shinobi you have shown me nothing but mercy and kindness," she speaks as she begins to rinse her hair. She seemed to be opening once again up, letting herself be calm as she washed, she closed her eyes, sounding rather regal almost, "I still am unsure why you do this but I thank you for it. As tradition in my family having beaten the master.... the only practicing Takibi of the modern day, I shall teach you my ways."

His eyes widened from her prize upon his victory not guessing she would agree to teach him some of family's secret techniques. The ability to become a fiery ball, even his studies didn't come into such a mastery and would be a nice addition to his ninjutsu path. "I...I don't know what to say. I'm quite grateful that you'll teach something unique" Said the grey pupper wagging his tail cheerfully like a kid.  

"Does....Does that mean I'll call you master?!" He wasn't sure on this part since he is a master himself.

She'd continue to wash herself, "If... if you want that..." she spoke. There was unsureness in her voice, as if being called the master of such was both a compliment and an insult. It was such an odd situation that she was in, to be a prisoner to another as master.

"A towel please," she spoke after rinsing herself off of the rest of the soap on her body.

"Of...of course" Said the grey wolf bringing her a towel from  the nearby restroom before placing it on the edge of the tub. He turned around folding his arms as he waited for Yori to get out "You...May come out" Heart started pounding trying to act cool

The busty fox would stand back up from the warm bath she was having, water dripping from her brilliant orange fur, wrapping that towel around her so that he couldn't see anything. However, such a task was daunting as her own body made that difficult, "Don't get any ideas. I may be your prisoner, guest, whatever you want to call it, but I am a Takibi. I will not be taken advantage," she spoke, knowing what they wolf might think. Though to be honest, her whole warning was essentially just a façade, knowing full well there was nothing if such was the case to do anything about it in her current status.

A chuckle was barely hidden under his muzzle from her tough act. He wasn't sure if all the Takibi's clan were of the same hardened mindset but in a way it sounded like a small puppy trying to puff itself. He would slap her back as a gesture to calm her down almost unbridling her towel by mistake "Now now, no need to be all nasty. Gotta lighten up, no"

Yori's towel falls dangerously low, only the material over her breasts stopping it from falling any further than it could without revealing herself fully to him after his slap connected with her cheek. She pauses almost, surprise at what he had done, simply standing there before him not sure what to do. A small tear began to trickle over her now sore cheek and looking rather much like a small scolded puppy.

After seeing her tearful face his playful attitude turned into one of concern and anxious. His jaws dropped after the wrecking train managed to smack him heart and body. Maybe this was too much of a joke and more of a silly physical prank. "No...No no, don't cry please! I was just joking!"

His head would be lowered showing her his fluffy head "Please! Smack me as hard as you can!" Hairou would clutch his thighs outfit from this childish act that might've ruined the chemistry between them.