Gets Korra out of the lamp

Asami accidentally bumps her hand against the lamp while setting it down on a nearby crate. The moment her fingers graze the metal, a swirling blue mist erupts from the spout, this time forming a translucent blue female body. The figure solidifies with Korra's face, her mouth opens, and she floats backward out of the lamp as if drawn by an invisible string. Her harem outfit materializes again, the silken fabric clinging to her curves.

"Oh! Mistress Asami!" Korra exclaims, dropping into a submissive bow with one hand on her stomach, the other arm outstretched. "How may I serve you?"

Asami blinks rapidly, taken aback by Korra's sudden appearance and the title she uses. She watches the way Korra's body bends gracefully into the bow, the movement smooth and practiced despite Korra's clear discomfort with the situation.

"Korra... what do you mean, 'mistress'?" Asami asks carefully, studying the now floating figure before her.

Korra's face flushes pink as she keeps her head bowed. "The lamp... it made me a genie. And when my new master touches the lamp..." She stops, clearly hesitating.

"When what happens?" Asami presses.

Korra takes a slow breath, her hands clenching at her sides. "I have to..."

Her voice trails off again, leaving Asami standing there awkwardly, unsure what to do or say.

"You have to what?" Asami finally prompts, speaking more gently now.

Korra forces herself to meet Asami's gaze, and immediately looks away again, her face burning. "I have to obey any command the new master gives me," she mutters, so quietly Asami almost misses it.

Asami feels her own face grow warm at the implication. She crosses her arms, glancing between Korra and the lamp. "So... what exactly does that mean, 'obey'?"

Korra's fingers twist together nervously. "It means I have to do whatever my master says," she answers, voice soft but clear. She glances down at her own body, then up again. "I can't refuse any order, and I... I feel this strange pull to do what I'm told."

"Even things you don't want to do?" Asami asks, her voice gentler now. She steps closer to Korra.

Korra nods, unable to meet Asami's eyes. "Yeah. Even then." She drifts backward slightly, floating in a slow circle, as if subconsciously trying to put distance between herself and the conversation.

Asami follows her, moving deliberately. "That sounds... difficult."

Korra finally meets Asami's gaze, uncertainty flickering across her face. "It is," she admits quietly. "Every instinct I have tells me to resist, but..." She trails off, biting her lower lip.

"But what?" Asami presses, stopping just within arm's reach of Korra.

"But I can't," Korra finishes, shoulders slumping. "It's like my body doesn't belong to me anymore. The lamp... it controls me now."

Asami stares at her for a long moment. Her mind races through the implications. The idea that Korra is completely at her mercy sends an unexpected thrill through her body.

The space between you is heavy with unspoken possibilities. Asami can feel her heart quicken as she considers what this means for both of you. She steps even closer, until she can see the rapid flutter of Korra's pulse at her throat.

"Korra," Asami speaks softly, "look at me."

Korra's eyes lift slowly, reluctantly meeting Asami's gaze. Her pupils are dilated, swimming with conflicting emotions—fear, curiosity, and something else Asami can't quite name.

"I need to understand," Asami continues, her voice barely audible. "This 'obedience'... you can't disobey at all?" Korra shakes her head slightly, the motion hesitant.

"No," she breathes, barely above a whisper. "Not even if I wanted to."

Asami's fingers twitch at her sides. She's acutely aware of the space between them—close enough to sense the slight heat emanating from Korra's skin, close enough to see the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Asami's tongue darts out to wet her lips unconsciously. Her gaze drops to Korra's mouth for just a moment before she speaks again.

"And you have to... do whatever I say?" Asami clarifies, her words carrying an undercurrent of something new—curiosity, perhaps, or even a touch of amusement.

Korra's face flushes deeper pink as she nods.

"Yes, Mistress Asami," she replies softly, the honorific rolling off her tongue with a stuttering awkwardness.