Magik Knight has a sensitive conversation with you and starts getting touchy (light F/F)

Although heroes and heroines are common in Acropolis City, they aren't THAT common, even with all of you new girls trying out at once. It's still a matter of being one in a thousand. Even after so many decades of having them around, even in the most hero-saturated city in the world, the little cheap motel owners are ecstatically happy to have three glamorous costumed adventuresses such as yourselves showing up and asking for a room. The middle-aged asian lady at the desk insists you can have three rooms for free if she can mention you stayed here in her ads. But Magik Knight insists it is 'safer' if you share the same room.

From what you can tell, Wushu Panda is a little annoyed at having to follow along with Magik Knight, and the latter seems to eye her with disdain as well. It's a little awkward that the martial artist girl ended up captured just so Magik Knight could see how you handle herself, but it was... well, just a roundabout way of helping Wushu Panda deal with a crime, right? Surely she'll get over it.

"Oooh!" You flinch and bend forward as you sit down on the bed. "Now that the adrenaline is wearing off I'm really starting to feel these two love taps that guy with the rifle gave me." You say. "Those things really leave a bruise. I'm lucky that splitting didn't leave me any easier to penetrate than I already am."

Magik Knight and Wushu Panda share a look. They seem to be trying not to smile. Panda eventually wrinkles her nose and looks away, but Magik begins giggling. "Wha..." you think for a moment. "Oh, I get lit, like I made a sex joke, right? Yeah, ha ha, real funny, y'all. Really though, I guess I did need a rest. Thanks for convincing me."

Wushu Panda gets up on the bed and kneels down over you. She cups her hands over your stomach. "Ouch!" you flinch. "Hey, keep your hands to yourself! Didn't I just say how sore I am?"

The young Chinese girl sighs and rolls her eyes. "I'm trying to help you with Qigong, silly. Western medicine is just designed to take your money and keep you in the hospital. The real secret to health and well-being is maintaining a balance of your internal energy." She keeps tracing her hands over your body... and then poking you sharply enough to give you more bruises. You try to brush her hands away. "Listen," you say, "it was just a couple bullets, I can hack it for now. No need to trouble yourself... seriously, stop it!"

The asian superheroine pouts and says something that sounds like "Zhow-nei-how, da-se-nei". Then she suddenly jabs your shoulders and your hips sharply, hard enough to hurt.

"OWW! Hey! What's the fuckin' idea?" You protest and start to try to grab her by her neck... but then you notice your arms and legs are numb, and not responding. You can barely wiggle your fingers and toes. "What in the heck...?"

"I struck several of your hidden pressure points." Wushu Panda says, smiling cutely. "You'll regain motor control of your limbs in about 10 minutes. It'll just give me time to work. Now, I didn't bring my needles with me..."

"Needles?!" you gasp - one of your greatest fears, even more than most things to do with supervillains.

"...but I should be able to do very well just with my fingers." the feel of her massaging your thinly-covered midriff is almost pleasant as she goes more gently... though it sucks not to be able to move when she does things that make you ticklish, as you always were around your stomach. "These vital points that I'm massaging and opening up were carefully guarded for many centuries and reserved for Mandarins of the court. They improve longevity if done regularly, but in the near term, they greatly enhance healing ability." she says proudly. "Well... actually the original purpose was for increasing 'virility'. You know how that old culture was. But even though it was designed to be used on men, it seems to work just fine when I use it on myself or on other girls in the League."

"That sounds a little superstitious to me." You say thoughtlessly. Panda pouts down at you cutely, then hops back to her feet. That skirt of hers sure is short - with her standing up and you on the bed you literally can't help but stare straight at her white cotton panties. "Doubt if you will, you'll see! And don't say that I didn't pay you back for 'rescuing' me from those mafia gun-runners! Now if you'll excuse me, I need to meditate. I'll go to the other room and stay out of the way while you get some rest. Don't interrupt me unless it's absolutely necessary, alright?"

Her skirt swishes and shows off her perky bottom as well as she turns around and walks off. Magik Knight does her usual sultry walk over to you and sits down on the bed next to you. She rests a hand gently on your stomach, just below your bosom, and gently begins teasing her fingers there.

"Um..." you say, but she cuts you off. "Well, I know I suggested it, Lynn, but I just cannot sleep yet. In truth I'm very excited to finally possibly have a partner worth my time. To hell with being a sidekick, yes? We new superheroines should seize power and fame for ourselves, and woe to anyone who tries to stand in the way of our path!"

"Like... bad guys, you mean?" you ask lamely. Magik Knight nods her eyes seeming to be roving up and down as you lie flat on your back. "Yes, yes. As you say. But let's talk about you for a minute. I'm sure there is a lot that is taboo where you come from. But things are different here. You can't be afraid to use your most important weapon, you know? Or should I say... your two most important weapons." Without warning she reaches right down and cups one of your large breasts in her hand, giving it a squeeze. The sudden warming sensation sends a tingle down your spine and you blush. "HEY! Watch your fingers there, missy...!" you say lamely. She traces her hand down over your stomach until it starts getting worryingly close to the place between your legs, but for the moment, she rests her palm over your navel, just below the bullet bruisers.

"You have such a lovely body. It'll be very good for distracting the, as you say, bad guys. Mmm... very distracting. But you have to make an effort to use it, my dear. It's not enough to dress sexy. You have to BE sexy. I'm sure you can learn quickly, but you have to be willing to practice."

"You, uh," you say nervously, shudders running through you as her hand inches lower, "you get a lot of practice yourself then, Ilyana?"

Although you intended it as a jibe, she seems pleased and purses her sensual lips. "I'm starting to, now that I don't have my brother scaring the guys away and taking the girls' attention for himself, hm hm! BUT! What about you, Lynn? Are you a virgin?"

Sputtering at the directness of your question, you roll over to look at her full in the face. "What the heck kinda question is that?" You start to tell her off, but then you realize that'll just encourage her to pry. Best to rip off the band-aid. "Not that it's any of your business, missy, but no, I'm not! I had a boyfriend until a few months ago, but him an' I called it quits so long as I'm getting my start as a superheroine. The recruiter said it was better that way and I reckoned she knew what she was talking about."

Magik Knight looks like she's getting excited, scooting closer to you on the bed. "Ahhh, I see. You like guys, then? I thought your hairstyle, not to mention those cowboy boots, might be some kind of signal."

"Signal?" you blink, and blow air through your lips. "Listen, not all of us were plum lucky enough to be able to snap our fingers and 'zot' around the city! I have to go running at eighty miles an hour, and I can't fly neither! If my hair got blown into my eyes I could run right into a bus full of schoolkids or something!" You suddenly feel an urge to assert yourself. "For your information, I had to catch a cab to get to where I met up with you and Nightingale earlier. I can't hardly carry a purse or a wallet in this getup of mine, so I had to pay for the ride by giving the cabbie a kiss. He didn't mind my look one little bit. Matter of fact, he was getting pretty bold with his hands before I took off."

"Ahhhhh. Disappointed you had to run?" The black-clad blonde babe smirks at you and keeps rubbing your stomach. "It is such a thrill to make a civilian drool, and let them worship you like a diamond that has fallen into their lap, isn't it? Sometimes literally fallen into their lap. And you said you're no longer with your home-town sweetheart, yes?" there is a giddy edge to her voice. "What about the League? Have any of those studly show-offs caught your eye?"

You shrug a little. "Well, I dunno... not in particular? I haven't got to know anybody yet, really. That guy with the super-intelligent talking car seems nice."

"Well, don't pin your hopes too high. Those heroes are all about their ego and their public image." Magik Knight says dismissively. "I don't pay them much attention myself. As far as that side of the coin goes... I much prefer the bad guys." she gives you a wink. "Buuuuut.... why should we limit ourselves to one side, yes?"

"Uh... no? I mean, I dunno what you're talkin' about." you say, even though at this point you're pretty sure you do.

"I mean... don't you think my costume is very nice? I like yours, you should appreciate mine. Not always comfortable but it's worth it for the way it hugs and flatters my curves. Almost like it's inviting you to lick it." she leans very close and puts one of her firm, perky breasts right in your face, rubbing it against your cheek.

"Hold your horses, now...!" you say in a weak voice, your face starting to glow as red as a tomato. "You just asked about this, remember, Ilyana? I'm not gay."

"Neither is spaghetti, until it gets wet." Ilyana says with her purring tone of voice, starting to work her fingers up and down against your crotch. She is touching your sex directly now, with only a thin later of gauzy material separating your labia from her fingers. Even though she mangled that witticism rather badly - you're pretty sure pasta can't be gay - you can't manage any response but a soft yelp. Her fingers escalate to a circular massage and she starts nibbling on the side of your neck, leaning over you in such a way that your face is squished between her breasts. Her other free hand is starting to pinch and massage your nipple as well.

"Just think of it as practice, darling. What if you're captured by a supervillainess and need to negotiate for your life? Or for my life? There are a few things you have to know." she says teasingly. She pushes her fingers so hard against your slit that she actually penetrates you right through the fabric, making your hips quiver. The sensation is driving you crazy. In fact, ever since she started talking to you you've felt a heat starting to grow in your lower body, the pain of your bruises all but forgotten. Is this just because of Panda's acupressure point "qi" nonsense? Or is it more natural?

Ilyana gets up on her knees, releasing you for the moment. But then she starts shuffling up and sitting near your head. Slowly she starts edging her pale, silky thighs and the tight butt barely covered by that pair of short shorts closer and closer to your face.

"Uhhhh.... Panda? Panda! Ain't you done meditating yet? We need to discuss strategy in here!" you say loudly, your voice beginning to crack, as your limbs still won't obey you....