A... is that a thief?

Clean up takes a predictably long time. Not because of lust-infused shenanigans in the water, but because Yang's hair is being particularly unmanageable today. There was also a fair amount of grab-ass, but that's besides the point. The two of you eventually make your way back to where Yang had stashed her motorcycle 'Bumblebee.' "I kinda like the shirtless look. You pull it off well." Yang smirks as she runs a finger up your bare chest. You've let her keep your shirt for now, though it fits her like a tent. "You get it, because" Yes, you interrupt. "Because I pulled off the shirt." "You pulled off the shirt." She finishes with you, unperturbed by your interruption of her explanation. She seems unreasonably pleased with herself over the pun, entirely unconcerned with the flat look you give her in return. "Yes, well, perhaps I should... is that a fox stealing your motorcycle?" You begin, only to interrupt yourself as you watch a German Shepard-sized fox fluff its tail at the two of you. It looks annoyed at seeing the two of you, and kick-starts the engine with a deft flick of its foot. "Oh, fuck no." Yang states emphatically. She takes off after the vehicle, which outdistances her quickly but runs out of control when the fox looks over its shoulder to stick its tongue out at the pursuing blonde.

"What do you think you're Hep!" Yang begins as she runs up to the fox, only to be cut off as it points a tail (a tail, how many does it actually have!?) at her and sends her flying with a blue-white orb of energy that takes her right in the face. It then shakes its head as if to clear it from the impact. You've been following close on Yang's heels, and you notice that it had some kind of illusion up before concealing the nine fox tails that it actually has. The situation doesn't resolve itself there however. The fox hmph's and its form begins to flow and melt into an incredibly sexy woman with black hair, a pair of fox ears, a small forest of fox tails fluffing out behind an out-thrust hip, and a rack that rivals Yang's in size and shape. She holds up a hand and blows a kiss in your direction, and suddenly your pants are way too tight and all you can think about is doing whatever she asks, whatever it takes to earn her favor. Fortunately, you're very good at pleasing the ladies! She begins to speak, and her words are liquid music to your ears. You cut them short with a surprise kiss, infused with a large portion of divine mojo that instantly turns her wide-eyed and stiff with shock. Your fingers move up her spine and you're about to really get down to business when Yang's gauntleted fist slams past you and sends the exotic stranger flying.