A Familiar Co-Star

Korra had been working in Varricks movers for a month now, and was having the time of her life. It was easy pay, she got an excuse to experiment with her exhibitionist fantasies, and crime in Republic City hit an all time low whenever a new film released. But unbeknownst to her, her easy job was going to become much more uncomfortable than she could've anticipated once Varrick entered her office.

Korra was trying on her costume, turning her head over her shoulder to check out her bikini clad ass in the mirror. She instinctively grabbed a sheet to cover herself with once the door opened. "Korra, my star, relax, it's just your old pal Varrick! I've seen you uncovered hundreds of times! So has anyone who's anyone in Republic City!" Korra flushed red, dropping her sheet to the ground, looking down at it so she didn't have to notice Varrick eyeing her up. "What do you want, Varrick?" A smooth smile spread across the eccentric man's face. "Just wanted to share the good news. You've got a co-star! Bit of a crossover with the other series, it'll be great!" Korra cocked her head inquisitively, her eyes meeting Varricks for the first time. "Wait, what other series?"

Korra and Bolin had never shared a more awkward moment than when they realized their scantily class characters would be meeting on the big screen. Korra analyzed his costume, a cheap charicature of her native Southern Water Tribe tradition. A fur coat covered his back, but offered no warmth for his chest or arms, oddly. His only other costume piece was what Korra could only describe as a pelt mini skirt, exposing his tree trunk thighs and calves. The two locked eyes, both nearly glowing red, both showing way more skin than they felt comfortable with the other seeing. The stare down lasted what felt like centuries, until Korra finally spoke up.

"Wouldn't you get cold wearing that?"

Bolin shrugged. "I'm Nuk Tuk. I never get cold."