She come sit with you

You watch her pick up her discarded garments from the stage and retreat back into the shadowy backstage with regret. Soon though, you see her walking amongst the table and make a move in your direction. Still with her scornful expression and haughtiness, she sat on the chair next to you, legs crossed and arms over her chest. For a second you are taken aback by her attitude toward you, but you remember the modification you made to her mental state. The canon Azula would have never put a foot in such a place and this one was probably pissed off about her situation while extremely exited by it at the same time.

"Hi." You say.

She nod, looking down at you. Well, time to risk it. Taking a sip of your beer, you put a hand on her thigh. She stiffen under your touch, but doesn't burn you to ****.

"You looked great on the stage."

She huffed. "Of course I did. This sort of low dancing is nothing to me."

Her skin was hot under your hand as you began to slowly caress her leg.

"Your skin, your hips, your round ass, your large breast, they were beautiful."

You feel her skin get hotter under your palm.

"Your flattery is appreciated."

"Yes. I just wanted to fuck you right on the stage."

Tentatively, you gently pry open her leg and start to rub the inside of her thigh, going as high as the inside of her mini-dress. She doesn't stop you in any way.

"Tear of your leather thong and fuck your pussy right there in front of everybody."

Her breathing quickened slightly and her eyes were fixed on your hand down her leg.

"So, can I get a private dance?"