Explore a little... in comfort

"This room's taken," you shout out to whoever is trying the lock, causing them to stop.

You then head into the bathroom to peel off your tracksuit, a sigh of comfort escaping your lips as that sensation of grubbiness that travel clothes always seem to pick up is removed from your body. Your plain sports bra and panties join the pile of clothes on the floor and you look over your shoulder briefly at the bathroom mirror behind you. You smirk a little to yourself as you muse that anyone spying on you from this angle would not really be seeing much more than they normally would if you were in your combat gear.

Despite what a lot of people have said behind your back, the thong is actually a lot more comfortable than it looks.

Still, for the moment your goal is getting that soft, fluffy robe around your body and you sigh again as you do so. It is pleasingly warm, as if it has come fresh from the dryer and the sensation of it rubbing against your skin (especially your nipples) feels as good as you had hoped.

Now that you are as dressed as you want to be, you head out to look around the hotel. You are not really in the mood for the casino just yet (not that you were currently carrying any money for it anyway), and the pool seems redundant as you could just go to the beach for sunbathing or swimming. You are getting a little hungry though, as airplane food can only hold you over for so long. Fortunately, the hotel has a 24-hour buffet that will let you decide just how much you are in the mood to eat.

You decide to start with a few appetizers and a small bowl of clam chowder but as you look for a place to sit down you notice someone familiar... and frankly someone you did not expect to see at a place like this.

Halfheartedly poking at a piece of chocolate cake is a Japanese girl with short brown hair held back by a red headband. You almost did not recognize her because she no longer wears the school uniform that had almost become her trademark as a Street Fighter but Sakura is someone you find hard to forget.

"Mind if I join you, love?" you ask as you stand over her table, giving her a curious once over.

Sakura looks up in surprise, the shock momentarily wiping the gloom off her face before she smiles at you warmly and indicates the chair across from to her. She is currently dressed in a long white jacket with red sleeves, which you suspect hides a swimsuit of some sort if those long, tone legs she is leaving on display is any indication.

Or maybe she had the same idea you did.

"Hey, Cammy," she says, "Nice to see you again! Of course you can join me!"

You sit down and as you do so you cannot help but notice the other ways Sakura has matured from her teenage years. She certainly fills out that jacket very well, and maybe she did have the same idea as you notice the outline of her nipples visibly poking out from it.

"I'm surprised to see you here," you say, "the last time we were together you said your job was making it hard to get to these kinds of tournaments anymore."

Sakura nods as she replies, "Karin's the one who got the invite but apparently she had some big business meeting the same week but I guess she didn't want it to go to waste so..."

You smirk knowingly as you ask, "And suddenly you're getting an all-expenses paid ticket shoved into your hand and someone who won't take no for an answer pushing you onto the plane?"

She nods before that gloomy look returns. "I appreciate the thought and all and it's really nice here but... I don't really feel like I belong at a place like this."

She pauses before adding, "And she didn't tell me this was going to be an all-female tournament so I was... kind of expecting Ryu to be here."

You burst out laughing, which causes her to cutely turn red at the cheeks. "You still got it bad for him, I see. And I have to admit, this is a bit fancier than I'm used to as well... but we're here, so belong or not, we may as well enjoy our time here."

Her face still red, Sakura smiles at you in an almost shy manner before she says, "I guess you're right, Cammy. Thank you."

God, she is a cutie. Which is admittedly not a thought you would have lingered on before but now...

You start eating your own food as you mull over the idea of pursuing this further or maybe seeing who else you might run into. You are not quite sure if Sakura is... that way, especially with how hot she has always been for Ryu, yet the way she is still occasionally shooting you a shy glance makes you wonder maybe... just maybe...