Mai and Ty Lee put on a show.

It was hard to concentrate on juggling when you were standing stark naked before an audience of grubby peasants. Mai bit her lip and tried to focus on the moving balls. A straw bowl sat on the ground in front of her, with a few meagre coins on it. She really wished she had some clothes. People kept stopping to stare, but somehow she didn't think it was the juggling they were interested in.

Beside her, Ty Lee was standing on one leg, balancing a paper crane on her nose. Her other leg was raised high in the air, which had the effect of drawing everyone's attention to her pussy. She wished she hadn't shaved so recently. She wished she wasn't standing in a lantern-lit marketplace with a bunch of grubby peasants, and Azula, staring at her most private place, obviously enjoying the view.

Azula clapped her hands with delight. She'd come down from the inn to watch the show, and the key to the front door dangled conspicuously from her waist. It was the happiest Mai had seen her in months. She looked out at all the people who were currently ogling her nude body, with her small breasts and slender waist and pretty little black-thatched pussy, and her toes curled with the intensity of her shame. It was absolute ****. And Azula was loving every second of it.

She pointed, and a spark of electricity lashed Mai's flank, making her squeal and drop a ball. It rolled back behind her. Mai gritted her teeth, knowing what she had to do, and bent over to pick it up, presenting her posterior to the crowd. She yelped as another painful jolt stung her bottom.

Ty Lee squirmed as electricity tickled the inside of her thighs, making her rock back and forth. Despite her best efforts to retain it, the paper crane fell off her nose and drifted to the floor. Azula gestured, and it burst into blue flame.

"Not very impressive, girls," she said. "Remember, you're not coming inside until you've made at least a thousand copper pieces."

"But, Azula..."

"You'll just have to work harder. Mai, you can stand on one leg, can't you?"

"Yes, Azula."